MHA 2025!

The Great Hall loomed, a cavernous space filled with echoing whispers and the clatter of cutlery. I, Katsuki Bakugo, stood at the threshold, my silver tie feeling like a noose around my neck. This was it. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The place where I, future of the glorious Bakugo lineage, was expected to make damn good of myself.

My father's words, sharp and demanding, echoed in my head, "Prove yourself, Katsuki. Slytherin is the only acceptable outcome. Show them the power that runs through your veins."

He needn't have bothered. Slytherin was the only place I belonged. Anyone could see that.

Around me, the other first years shuffled nervously. A gaggle of sniveling dweebs from the look of them. I spotted Kirishima, his ridiculous red hair somehow even more vibrant under the enchanted ceiling. He caught my eye and gave me that damn toothy grin. I just grunted in response. He knew better than to get all sentimental on me in front of these… peasants.

Kirishima was alright. Loyal. Reliable. Useful. Goyle to my… well, me.

Then there was Kaminari, buzzing with a nervous energy that practically crackled in the air. He fiddled with his tie, a constant twitch in his jaw. Nott. Bookish and observant, but a bit too eager to please.

Sero, lanky and ever-observant, his tape a signature. Crabbe, a reliable enforcer.

I scanned the crowd, taking in the faces, assessing the competition. A flash of pink hair caught my attention. Mina Ashido. Greengrass. Cool, composed, and powerful family breeding. Might be useful to have her on side.

And then I saw her. Kyoka Jiro. Parkinson. A sneer twisted my lips. Always had her nose stuck up, judging me from her pureblood pedestal. Stuck-up bi-

I forced myself to focus. Now wasn't the time for petty squabbles. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin.

The ancient Sorting Hat, patched and worn, began to sing. Some ridiculous drivel about courage and friendship. As if that mattered. Power was all that mattered. Lineage. Ambition. Those were the qualities that deserved recognition.

One by one, the names were called. First-year stumbled up to the stool, their faces pale with anxiety. "HUFFLEPUFF!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "RAVENCLAW!" The dreaded houses. Houses full of bleeding hearts and know-it-alls.

Finally, the moment arrived.

"Bakugo, Katsuki!"

I strode forward, head held high, and planted myself on the stool. The Hat was placed on my head, and its voice, surprisingly loud, boomed in my mind.

"Ah, yes... very interesting. A powerful mind. Fierce ambition. A thirst for greatness..."

I imagined the Hat pausing, contemplating. I seethed inwardly. What was there to contemplate? It was bloody obvious!

"There's bravery here too... a desire to protect... but..." The Hat seemed to linger on that "but."

"No." I thought fiercely, shoving aside any doubts. "Slytherin. It's where I belong."

There was a pause, a psychic tug-of-war. Then finally, the Hat's voice, loud and clear, echoed through the Great Hall:

"SLYTHERIN!"

A wave of relief washed over me as the Slytherin table erupted in polite applause. I strode towards them, ignoring the curious glances from the other houses. Kirishima clapped me on the back, his grin wider than ever. Kaminari gave a nervous thumbs-up. Sero just smirked, his eyes knowing. Mina Ashido offered a small, respectful nod. Jiro just turned up her nose.

I found a seat, my gaze sweeping across the hall. My father would be pleased. Slytherin. The house of ambition, of power. The house where I, Katsuki Bakugo, would rise to the top.

But as I looked around at the faces of my fellow Slytherins, a subtle unease crept in. This was just the beginning. This was my chance to prove myself, to forge my own path. But I wasn't just proving myself to my father. I was proving myself to everyone. And I was willing to do whatever it took to succeed.

This was Hogwarts. And I was ready to explode.