The arrival of Midoriya and Uraraka seemed to spark a ripple effect, as the dan sliding opeedly.
With the arrivals of Todoroki, Tokoyami, Iida, and others, the , which had been eerily silent for the past seven days, started to buzz with energy once again.
To put it simply, the atmosphere was being lively.
Especially when girls like Momo, Ashido, Asui, and Hagakure ehe css felt even more vibrant. They enthusiastically shared their "workpce experiences," frequently breaking into ughter at one another's stories.
Unsurprisingly, the loudest voice among them was Ashido, whose exubera up the room.
Oher side, the boys' focus rimarily on Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki. After all, their internship experiences had been undeniably intense and thrilling.
"Thank goodness you're all okay! Just hearing about it is terrifying!"
Kirishima excimed, his voice tinged with relief as he looked at the trio.
"Indeed, I was really worried about you all during that time," Momo added, though her gaze flickered briefly toward Kaminari before returning to Midoriya and the others.
In her heart, she thought, If we're talking about danger, Kaminari's experience robably even scarier. If it weren't for Aizawa-sensei's guidance, Kaminari and his family might have been in serious trouble.
But Momo was careful not to voice this thought aloud. She had noticed that Kaminari hadn't mentioned anything about his ordeal to the others, so she wisely chose not t it up.
"I heard Endeavor saved yht?" Ojiro asked, his voice breaking the momentary silence.
"That's amazing! He really deserves to be No. 2!" Hagakure chimed ihusiastically. Her invisible figure made her voice the only clue to her presence.
"Yeah, he saved us," Todoroki firmed after exging a brief gh Midoriya and Iida.
Hearing Todoroki's calm aowledgment, both Midoriya and Iida smiled, visibly relieved.
"Yeah, we made it out thanks to him."
"But where's Bakugo? Isn't he usually one of the first to arrive?"
Kirishima, Bakugo's closest friend, g the door in fusion just as it slid open again.
The persoering was indeed Bakugo, but his entrance sucked all the warmth and energy out of the room like a gust of icy wind.
He walked toward his seat with a thunderous expression, his backpack slung over one shoulder.
Bang!
The sound of his bag hitting the desk was loud enough to make everyone flin surprise. Then, as if ohe erupted into ughter, louder and more uraihan it had been all m.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Are you serious?! What even is that hairstyle?!"
Even the usually posed Momo, Uraraka, and Kyoka couldn't hold back their ughter, their faces red as they doubled over.
Kaminari blirying to suppress his own smile, and leaoward Kirishima. "What's going on? What happeo Bakugo?" he whispered.
"It's so noisy! Shut up! Stop ughing!!"
Bakugo's mood, already sour and embarrassed, quickly turned into ht fury as the ughter grew louder. His face ractically steaming with anger.
"That idiot stylist messed with my hair! I don't even know what they used, but no matter how much I wash it, it won't go back to normal!"
He ractically shaking with rage, his fists ched tightly.
"And I swear, I've washed it over a dozen times! I've tried everything—hot water, cold water, even white vinegar!"
But no matter what he did, the ridiculous hairstyle remained intact, and his frustration had deyed him that m. Before ing to css, he had washed his hair twice more, refusing to give up.
"You didn't sleep st night either, huh?" Kaminari thought, holding back a ugh.
"Don't ugh! I'll kill you if you do!!"
Bakugo's threats were met with even mhter, particurly from Kirishima, Sero, aetsu, who were in tears at this point.
"If you've got the guts, go ahead and try it!" Sero taunted between fits of ughter.
"What did you just say, you idiot?!"
BOOM!
As if on instinct, Bakugo's temper exploded, sending an audible bst through the air. But in the process, he angrily ran his hands through his hair and miraculously, it sprang back to its usual spiky mess.
"Whoa! It's back to normal!"
Kirishima poi Bakugo, and the erupted into even lhter. Even Kaminari couldn't hold baymore, doubling over as he clutched his stomach.
This guy really has some edic talent, Kaminari thought, his ughter subsiding as he noticed someoting quietly nearby. He turo Tokoyami, who had been uncharacteristically silent through all the chaos.
"Hey, how about you? You went to Hawks' agency, right?" Kaminari asked, genuinely curious. Hawks had been one of his top internship choices as well, so he wondered what Tokoyami had learned.
Tokoyami looked up at him, his expression unreadable.
"No," he said ftly. "He didn't teach me anything. I spent the entire week following Hawks around, handling his paperwork and follow-ups."
His torayed ion, but the frustration in his words was clear.
Kaminari blinked in surprise. "Huh… really? Nothing at all?"
The idea baffled him. Even if Hawks hadn't actively taught Tokoyami, surely such a high-ranking Pro Hero in a would've been a learning experience.
What Kaminari didn't realize was that Hawks had been so fast during operations that by the time Tokoyami and the other assistants arrived on the se, everything was already over. All that was left was up.
For seven days straight, Tokoyami had dohing but try to keep up with Hawks, only to arrive too te each time. Despite his efforts, he hadn't been able to witness a sitle.
It wasn't for ck , Tokoyami had worked hard, but hard work didn't always lead to results. The reality of the situation was harsh, and it left him feeling disheartened.
"Well…" Kaminari started to say something, but before he could tihe door slid open again.
Everyone instinctively straightened up and rushed back to their seats as though their Quirks had activated a "teleportation" fun.
"Good m, sensei!"
"Good m…"
Aizawa ehe room, his tired eyes sing the css as he walked toward the podium. With his steady, deliberate footsteps, U.A. High School's Css 1-A returo its usual order. M lessons were about to begin.
