MHA: Sand Sand Fruit

After hearing Aizawa's explanation, the students exchanged uncertain glances. Though some concerns lingered, they eventually nodded in agreement, trusting the school's decision.

"Do you all understand?" Aizawa asked, his gaze scanning the classroom.

"Yes!" the class replied in unison.

"Good. The class meeting is over," Aizawa concluded, his tone firm yet calm.

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Time passed quickly, and due to special circumstances, Class 1-A did not have Hero basics in the afternoon.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. Within moments, a large group of students crowded outside the door to Class 1-A.

"What… what's going on?" Ochaco asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

As the new class representative, Iida stepped forward and addressed the group politely. "Excuse me, but may I ask what business you have with Class 1-A?"

Before anyone could respond, Bakugo strode forward with his usual air of confidence, a smug smirk on his face.

"Tch. What else would they be here for? They're obviously trying to scout out the competition," Bakugo sneered, crossing his arms.

At his words, the realization dawned on the other students. Aizawa's mention of the upcoming sports festival earlier that day suddenly made sense.

Bakugo scanned the group of onlookers, his smirk deepening. "But honestly, if you think standing around gawking is going to give you any advantage, you're wasting your time. Get lost, you extras."

The onlookers bristled at Bakugo's harsh words, their faces stiffening.

"Don't label people as extras just because you don't know them, Bakugo," a calm but firm voice interjected.

Bakugo's smirk faltered as he turned toward the speaker. "Who asked you?"

The crowd parted, revealing a student with striking purple hair and a confident posture. It was Hitoshi Shinso, a first-year from the General Studies course.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," Shinso said with a sly grin, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. "I came here to see what all the hype about Class 1-A was about. But if all of you are like this guy, it's honestly a little underwhelming."

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the perceived insult. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

Shinso didn't flinch under Bakugo's glare. "Just a student from General Studies. You Hero Course students might think you're the cream of the crop, but don't forget—plenty of us are just as capable. Some of us might even transfer into the Hero Course, depending on how we perform at the sports festival."

A murmur rippled through the group of students, but Shinso wasn't finished.

"By the way, I'm not here to scout the competition. I'm here to declare war. Class 1-A may have a reputation, but reputations don't win battles. Don't get too comfortable at the top."

Bakugo and Shinso locked eyes, the tension between them palpable.

Suddenly, a calm but chilling voice broke the silence. "Declare war? On Class 1-A? With just you? Don't make me laugh."

Everyone turned toward the speaker. Akira stepped forward, his expression sharp and unyielding.

Shinso's confident smirk faltered for a split second before he regained his composure. "Another one? Guess it's true what they say about the Hero Course."

Before Shinso could continue, a loud "thud" interrupted him. Without warning, he stumbled backward and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach. The students behind him followed suit, collapsing like dominoes.

The hallway erupted into chaos.

"Class 1-A is attacking people!"

"They're as crazy as the rumors say!"

"Someone get a teacher!"

Half the crowd scattered, but the rest stayed, eager to see how things would unfold.

"Kitagawa-kun, violence is not the answer!" Iida exclaimed, rushing forward in an attempt to mediate.

"Violence? Nah, I thought he was just a barking dog. Didn't expect him to fall so easily," Akira said with a smirk, his tone laced with mockery.

"Watch your mouth, Class 1-A!" Another voice called out from behind. A tall student from Class 1-B stepped forward, clearly annoyed.

"Another one?" Akira sighed, his patience wearing thin.

Before things could escalate further, Iida quickly interjected. "Leave this to me, Kitagawa-kun! As class representative, it's my duty to maintain order!"

Akira shrugged, stepping back. "Fine, do what you want. I've got more important things to do."

Shinso, still clutching his stomach, managed to pull himself up. His expression was a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

"Is everyone in Class 1-A this insane?" he muttered under his breath.

Akira shot Bakugo a sideways glance. "Next time someone like this shows up, don't waste time arguing. Just shut them down and move on."

Bakugo smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos. "Hah, I was planning to. But now I know you've got my back."

Akira chuckled. "Don't get used to it."

The tension in the hallway finally began to dissipate, though the memory of Akira's sudden action lingered in everyone's minds. The declaration of war had been made, but it was clear that Class 1-A was ready for whatever the sports festival would bring.