My Hero Academia: Thunder God

The arrival of Midoriya and Uraraka seemed to spark a ripple effect, as the classroom door began sliding open repeatedly.

With the arrivals of Todoroki, Tokoyami, Iida, and others, the classroom, which had been eerily silent for the past seven days, started to buzz with energy once again.

To put it simply, the atmosphere was becoming lively.

Especially when girls like Momo, Ashido, Asui, and Hagakure entered, the class felt even more vibrant. They enthusiastically shared their "workplace experiences," frequently breaking into laughter at one another's stories.

Unsurprisingly, the loudest voice among them was Ashido, whose exuberance lit up the room.

On the other side, the boys' focus was primarily 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 exclaimed, 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 was probably 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 to bring it up.

"I heard Endeavor saved you, right?" Ojiro asked, his voice breaking the momentary silence.

"That's amazing! He really deserves to be No. 2!" Hagakure chimed in enthusiastically. Her invisible figure made her voice the only clue to her presence.

"Yeah, he saved us," Todoroki confirmed after exchanging a brief glance with Midoriya and Iida.

Hearing Todoroki's calm acknowledgment, 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, glanced at the door in confusion just as it slid open again.

The person entering 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 flinch in surprise. Then, as if on cue, the classroom erupted into laughter, louder and more unrestrained than it had been all morning.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are you serious?! What even is that hairstyle?!"

Even the usually composed Momo, Uraraka, and Kyoka couldn't hold back their laughter, their faces red as they doubled over.

Kaminari blinked, trying to suppress his own smile, and leaned toward Kirishima. "What's going on? What happened to Bakugo?" he whispered.

"It's so noisy! Shut up! Stop laughing!!"

Bakugo's mood, already sour and embarrassed, quickly turned into outright fury as the laughter grew louder. His face was practically 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 was practically shaking with rage, his fists clenched 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 delayed him that morning. Before coming to class, he had washed his hair twice more, refusing to give up.

"You didn't sleep last night either, huh?" Kaminari thought, holding back a laugh.

"Don't laugh! I'll kill you if you do!!"

Bakugo's threats were met with even more laughter, particularly from Kirishima, Sero, and Tetsutetsu, who were in tears at this point.

"If you've got the guts, go ahead and try it!" Sero taunted between fits of laughter.

"What did you just say, you idiot?!"

BOOM!

As if on instinct, Bakugo's temper exploded, sending an audible blast 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 pointed at Bakugo, and the classroom erupted into even louder laughter. Even Kaminari couldn't hold back anymore, doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

This guy really has some comedic talent, Kaminari thought, his laughter subsiding as he noticed someone sitting quietly nearby. He turned to 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 flatly. "He didn't teach me anything. I spent the entire week following Hawks around, handling his paperwork and follow-ups."

His tone betrayed no emotion, 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 observing such a high-ranking Pro Hero in action 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 scene, everything was already over. All that was left was cleanup.

For seven days straight, Tokoyami had done nothing but try to keep up with Hawks, only to arrive too late each time. Despite his efforts, he hadn't been able to witness a single battle.

It wasn't for lack of trying, 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 continue, the classroom door slid open again.

Everyone instinctively straightened up and rushed back to their seats as though their Quirks had activated a "teleportation" function.

"Good morning, sensei!"

"Good morning…"

Aizawa entered the room, his tired eyes scanning the class as he walked toward the podium. With his steady, deliberate footsteps, U.A. High School's Class 1-A returned to its usual order. Morning lessons were about to begin.