Sreeet.
Fuse slid open the door handle of Class 1-A and stepped inside. His shoes made no dramatic echoing sounds, only a soft tap on the polished, gleaming floor.
He stopped at the doorway. His red eyes opened wide, sweeping the empty classroom. The air inside felt cold and sterile.
Hmmm… looks like I arrived too early.
A faint, almost invisible smile played at the corner of his lips as his eyes caught the neatly arranged empty desks.
He walked past the rows of desks, running his fingertips over the cold surface.
Usually Iida and Yaoyorozu would already be here, sitting with those annoying stiff postures of theirs. It's a strange sight to see them not yet in class. Shouldn't model NPCs arrive before dawn breaks?
Did I get too excited? Did the near-death experience two days ago at USJ make me miss this stage?
Fuse snorted softly, mocking his own expectations.
At that moment, he stopped beside his desk in the back row, holding his chin with his thumb and index finger, as if deeply pondering a quantum physics equation.
However, a few seconds later, he tossed his backpack onto the chair with a lazy motion, then let out a long sigh.
Sitting quietly in an empty classroom was not the style of a protagonist.
For him, it was too passive and ordinary.
A protagonist should be more eye-catching!
With that thought, he turned and walked toward the large glass window on the left side of the room. Fuse pressed his hand against the cold glass, staring into the distance toward the city horizon that was beginning to brighten with morning sunlight.
At that moment, far outside the school grounds at an abandoned construction site, piles of scrap metal began to vibrate.
Fuse's eyes narrowed sharply. Invisible magnetic waves shot from his body, piercing the glass and cleaving the morning air in silence.
From the sky, steel pipes, scaffolding pieces, and concrete rebar rods floated in the direction of his gaze. The heavy objects flew across the clouds like birds.
Fuse controlled the metals from outside the school to enter the U.A. sports field from the sky!
At that moment, he couldn't hold back the wide smile that bloomed across his face. His teeth gleamed.
He controlled the metals high in the open air above the sports field for several minutes, then made them face each other, spin, and collide.
TRANG! KLANG! TING!
The metals clashed like giant knight swords controlled by ghosts, though they were only dirty, rusty lengths of iron. Small sparks popped in the air every time the metals collided.
The sharp, resonating clink of metal was… very enjoyable to Fuse.
He couldn't help but savor the moment for a while. So entranced that he closed his eyes, letting his ears capture the clinking sound like soothing ASMR before sleep. His head unconsciously moved a little, following the rhythm of the collisions he himself had created.
However, when he lazily opened his eyes, his vision caught something.
On the field below, a student—a youth with messy purple hair and very thick eye bags—stood hunched over. He looked up, staring at the iron sword battle in the sky with his mouth wide open. He looked utterly shocked.
After gaping at the miracle in the sky for a few seconds, the student's eyes shifted, following the line of the metals, and finally locked onto Fuse's figure standing behind the Class 1-A window.
The purple-haired student gaped for a long while, his eyes fixed on Fuse's red ones.
Seeing that, Fuse was also surprised—his eyebrows shot up high.
Who is this extra?
Fuse narrowed his eyes, trying to dig deep into his memory of the academy's lore.
I don't recognize him… even in the canon story, that depressed face never appeared.
Realizing his action had been exposed by an uninvited spectator, Fuse immediately turned his face away. He stepped back two paces from the window.
When his ears caught the faint buzzing sound coming from the direction of the gate, Fuse commanded the metals in the sky to disperse, flying away at high speed back to the construction site with a single snap of his finger.
He straightened his uniform collar and walked back to his seat, taking a relaxed leaning posture as if he hadn't just performed a show.
After waiting a few minutes in silence, the sound of laughter and footsteps began echoing in the hallway. The classroom door slid open, and Class 1-A students started arriving one by one.
Inside the classroom, the graveyard-like atmosphere instantly turned into a lively night market.
And every person who had just entered immediately noticed that someone was already present before them.
When their eyes caught Fuse sitting calmly in the back, their steps halted instantly. They put on surprised faces, eyes widening, as if they had seen a ghost returning from the dead.
Even Bakugo, who entered with hands in his pockets and his usual fierce expression, faltered slightly when he saw Fuse. Bakugo's red eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he clicked his tongue loudly—"Tch!"—and turned away, stomping to his seat with exaggerated force.
Facing the surprised, admiring, and questioning gazes thrown at him, Fuse could only shrug in the nonchalant style he had learned from top actors, as if saying:
Yes, I'm still alive. Sorry if I disappointed your death expectations.
Slowly, many of his classmates approached Fuse's desk one by one.
"Fuse-kun! Thank goodness you're back in class!" Uraraka half-ran closer, her face radiating genuine relief. "How are you after passing out at USJ the other day? Are your injuries completely healed?"
"Buddy, you gave us heart attacks!" Kirishima chimed in, lightly hitting the desk. "You passed out after pushing yourself! We thought you wouldn't come to school for a week!"
Fuse could tell for certain, from their tones and body language, that they were asking purely out of worry for his condition.
He nodded. This isn't just NPC small talk. This is real emotional bonding!
And Fuse, with his thick protagonist mask, responded to them one by one. He smiled reassuringly, downplayed his injuries, and assured them that his body was made of material far harder than ordinary steel.
After confirming the Class Representative wouldn't suddenly crumble into dust, they slowly returned to their seats, though their gazes kept stealing glances toward the back.
When he saw this scene and felt the strange yet pleasant warmth, Fuse couldn't help muttering in his heart,
Besides… their characters were indeed created like that in the canon story. Full of naive yet touching empathy and solidarity.
Meanwhile, the small group that already knew more details about his condition didn't ask about his health again. Instead, they simply stood clustered around his desk, chatting with each other as if Fuse's desk were a campfire in the middle of camp.
Among them were Minoru Mineta, Tsuyu Asui, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, and Fumikage Tokoyami.
Fuse looked at them engrossed in trivial talk, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't stop a small vein from twitching at his temple.
These people… Fuse grumbled inwardly.
How can they be happily chatting and laughing about last night's TV show right in front of the person who just passed out nearly dying two days ago to save their lives? Where is their supposed empathy?
He let out a long, exaggerated sigh, but no one paid attention. In the end, he only propped his chin on his hand, crossed his legs, and listened to their conversation with a bored expression.
However, unconsciously, as he listened to Kaminari and Jiro's silly debate, a faint smile slowly etched itself on his lips.
In the middle of that conversation, Mineta—who had been complaining about how little physical contact he got during the USJ incident—suddenly stopped his rambling. He turned and shifted his gaze directly to Fuse.
"Hey, Fuse," Mineta called, his tone turning unusually serious. "I haven't had the chance to ask this before because of the chaotic situation… but, how could you look so calm when facing those terrifying villains?"
That question made the entire group fall instantly silent.
Mineta swallowed, imagining Shigaraki's face again. "I mean… when the black mist appeared and that hand guy stared at us, I couldn't even stop shaking! My legs felt like jelly. But you… you stepped forward and talked to them as if they were just a bunch of annoying insects."
The conversation around them stopped completely. Kaminari, Midoriya, Tsuyu, and Kirishima's eyes simultaneously turned to Fuse.
Fuse, who had been lazily propping his chin with a bored gaze, felt the atmosphere change. His back straightened immediately.
He hadn't expected Mineta—the character who usually only cared about women's curves—to ask that question!
He felt the world might really end!
However, in response, Fuse couldn't help but smile widely, radiating almost dazzling charisma.
He felt this was his stage.
Time for a speech!
"Why was I calm?" Fuse repeated, his voice filling the empty space between them. "Of course it's because I have confidence in my abilities. But more than that, Mineta…"
Fuse leaned forward, staring directly into Mineta's trembling eyes.
"Life is never free from problems. It's a beautiful illusion if you think that by becoming the Number One Hero, or becoming as strong as All Might, problems will stop coming. The concept isn't like that."
Fuse slowly spread his arms. "On the contrary, problems will keep coming in bigger, darker, and more lethal forms as you become stronger. You don't defeat problems; you evolve to bear heavier problems."
He looked at each of his friends' faces one by one, making sure his words sank into their souls.
"In my case," he continued, pointing to his own chest with his thumb, "I am very strong. Too strong, perhaps. So I realize that I need to take on far greater responsibilities, not just for myself, but also for the safety of others. In other words, the safety of all your lives in this class is my personal responsibility as Class Representative."
Kirishima held his breath, his eyes shining with admiration.
"That's why," Fuse's voice softened but remained firm, "I need to fight with all my might, not only with my Quirk, but with my attitude. To convince you that I can be relied on. To make you feel calm, feel safe, as long as I'm still standing by your side."
Fuse tilted his head slightly, smiling mysteriously. "This feeling of safety… feels familiar, right?"
Mineta and Kaminari looked at each other, confusion flashing across their faces for a moment before they nodded slowly together. They looked back at Fuse, waiting for enlightenment.
Fuse, still smiling, explained patiently again, like a teacher to his students. "This absolute feeling of calm usually appears when you are in big trouble, in despair… but then, suddenly, All Might arrives. Shaking the earth, smiling, and solving the problem as fast as lightning. In this case, perhaps eradicating the villains at USJ. After all, in the eyes of the world, he is unbeatable."
Midoriya, hearing All Might's name mentioned, tensed. He nodded in strong agreement. "Yes! When All Might comes… all fear disappears just like that!"
"Exactly, Midoriya," Fuse pointed at him. "But… let's use a little imagination."
Fuse lowered his voice, making it sound a bit darker and heavier, as if telling a horror story.
"Suppose at a moment of crisis… you see that All Might, the Symbol of Peace who always smiles, whom you believe can overcome all kinds of problems and disasters, suddenly… stops smiling."
The air around Fuse's desk felt colder.
"Suppose he becomes uneasy. His face pales, his eyes radiate doubt, and he shows a lack of confidence when facing a villain," Fuse continued, his words carving a horrifying image in their minds. "If you saw All Might trembling in fear… could you still believe he would win? Could you still feel safe?"
When Fuse finished that horrifying sentence, real cold sweat appeared on Mineta and Kaminari's temples. Midoriya swallowed very hard.
Imagining Fuse's words becoming reality—seeing the pillar of the world crumble from his own fear—made them instantly feel terrified to the bone.
For them it was an apocalyptic scenario!
Fuse observed their pale faces and fearful expressions one by one. His heart couldn't help but feel immense satisfaction. Proud that he had successfully manipulated their emotions with just words.
He nodded for a moment, then shrugged casually, breaking the tension he had created himself.
"Do you understand now?" Fuse concluded, leaning back in his chair. "Being strong alone will never be enough. You need to believe in yourself that you can handle it, and project that confidence so you don't destroy your allies' morale. That is a true hero."
After that speech, they fell silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of the philosophy.
Kaminari, who had listened attentively, suddenly broke the silence with an awkward laugh. He forced a smile on his lips.
"Hahaha… That sounds really amazing, Fuse," Kaminari commented, scratching his head. "But, yeah… from a certain point of view, it also sounds like the psychological advantage of being someone extremely narcissistic."
"Agreed," Fumikage Tokoyami, who had been silently listening with arms crossed the whole time, closed his eyes and nodded several times.
His darkness approved of his friend's arrogance.
"But damn, I have to admit it was cool!" Kaminari couldn't help responding again, punching his own palm. "Even though my electricity Quirk can be said to be in the strong category, honestly, it's very hard to feel one hundred percent confident. Especially when the stupid side effect makes me an idiot."
Hearing the complaint, Fuse looked at Kaminari with an appraising gaze.
"Your taste in fighting is really bad, Kaminari."
"You're wasting your pure talent. If I had your electricity Quirk, my attack patterns would definitely vary. Forming shock nets, shooting precision lightning spears like we talked about on the bus, or strengthening nerve responses. Not just maximum-output Area of Effect attacks in one use like you usually do like a barbarian."
Kaminari blinked, slightly offended but more curious. "Was that just now a suggestion?" Kaminari tilted his head.
"Depends on how you see it," Fuse replied nonchalantly, waving his hand. "It could be advice, it could be an insult. Take whichever you find more motivating."
Fuse then shifted his gaze back out the window, staring at the slowly moving clouds.
"If only at that time I was in one hundred percent fit condition and hadn't pushed myself with insane training the night before heading to USJ," Fuse sighed softly. "It would be very easy for me to handle every low-tier villain, including that open-brain monster, without having to vomit a single drop of blood."
Fuse let out a long, very dramatic sigh. "Too bad. This fan body of mine is holding back my god potential."
All his friends clustered around his desk looked at each other.
Then, Tsuyu turned to Fuse, placing one finger on her chin, and unconsciously voiced her thoughts.
"Sometimes… your excessive confidence sounds really scary, you know, Fuse-chan, kero," Tsuyu said innocently.
Kirishima nodded in agreement, his face looking serious. "Exactly. It feels like in your head every problem can be handled easily. But sometimes, seeing everything from one side and underestimating the enemy is not good. That can become a very dangerous blind spot for your own safety, Fuse."
Fuse looked at Tsuyu and Kirishima alternately, listening to their criticism, but his lips remained tightly closed. He didn't say anything in response. He only stared at them with the unreadable depth of his red eyes.
The atmosphere around the desk suddenly became awkward. Silence hung heavily in the air.
Meanwhile, Midoriya, standing beside Kaminari, looked at his friends' faces one by one. Cold sweat began to appear on Midoriya's forehead. He really wanted to break the atmosphere, defend Fuse or agree with Kirishima, but he didn't know what to say. He felt this wasn't the right time for him to say something that might trigger a debate!
Fumikage let out a sigh, breaking the suffocating silence.
"Speaking of assumptions and your absolute self-confidence," Tokoyami said slowly, his sharp eyes staring directly at Fuse. "If one day you face a truly impossible situation… if you have to confront an unexpected outcome that destroys all your calculations, where all your logic is useless… can you still maintain your smile and say the same thing?"
Fuse, who had been listening casually the whole time, suddenly furrowed his brow.
The smile on his face faded, instantly replaced by a hard line of lips.
Fuse fell silent for quite a long time.
The classroom seemed to hold its breath waiting for his answer.
He drew a slow breath, about to open his mouth.
However, his lips that had just opened closed tightly again when the corner of his eye caught something from the front of the class.
At this moment, Fuse and all the students clustered around heard the sound of the classroom door being slid open very slowly but threateningly.
Instantly, Class 1-A students' survival instincts activated. All the students standing around Fuse's desk or clustered elsewhere immediately scattered. They ran quietly but quickly without sound, and in two seconds, everyone was sitting stiffly upright in their respective seats facing forward.
Outside the class, Shota Aizawa slowly stepped in lazily. He had been about to shout for them to be quiet, but seeing all his students already sitting nicely in their places with tense faces, he abandoned the intention.
Aizawa walked slowly toward the teacher's podium.
If in the canon story, his appearance now would look like a mummy that had just risen.
However, now the story had deviated from the original, making him appear as usual, as if the battle at USJ hadn't really happened.
The once lively classroom atmosphere instantly became as quiet as a tomb.
Aizawa placed his notebook on the desk with difficulty using his other hand because one arm was in a cast. He looked at his students and said, "Your battles aren't over yet." His hoarse voice broke the silence, making the entire class hold their breath in dread.
At this moment, what flashed in their heads was none other than a question:
Are the villains attacking again?!
In response, Aizawa paused for a moment, then continued in a flat tone. "The U.A. Sports Festival will begin soon."
…
The bell signaling the end of class rang loudly throughout the U.A. hallways. Aizawa quickly tidied his notebook with one hand, then turned and left Class 1-A without saying a word.
In the very back row, Fuse propped his chin with one hand. His eyes stared blankly at the blackboard full of scribbles.
Such boring theory lessons, Fuse complained inwardly. I could learn this at home myself from the textbook. We should just do practical fighting training on the field again… That would be far more helpful for becoming a strong hero.
His eyes then glanced down at a metal pen on his desk.
With one snap of his finger, Fuse began playing with the pen. The object spun smoothly and quickly between his finger joints, as if it had a life of its own.
Besides… he thought, …sitting quietly in lessons like this is very unsuitable for a hero who should shine every second like me.
The pen stopped briefly at the tip of his thumb, then spun again in the opposite direction.
A true hero should do practical training every moment to create habits, instincts, and reflexes in understanding life-and-death situations. Fuse let out a long sigh, boredom steaming from his nose.
While theory lessons only rely on paper assumptions that may not hold up when faced with reality. Even so… He had to admit the logic in his head. …I have to admit it's also useful in practical lessons, creating opportunities for development and reading the laws of physics. It's just that, damn, this is really boring.
Even though theory class was over and the dismissal bell had rung, he sat bored at his desk, too lazy to pack his bag immediately. At this moment, his ears suddenly caught a commotion outside the class. The sound of many footsteps, noisy whispers, and the buzz of dozens of people.
Fuse slowly glanced toward the half-open sliding classroom door.
His eyes widened.
He found that students from other classes were gathering in the corridor, crowding to form a large group blocking the Class 1-A exit. They all stared into the class as if looking at a rare animal in a zoo.
"Wait…" A smile slowly spread across Fuse's face. His brain immediately drew one conclusion. "It seems the news about me defeating many villains and a giant monster with one attack has reached many ears from the neighboring class."
Fuse immediately puffed out his chest, his ego that had been dormant from the theory lesson now roaring awake. Fumikage, who was packing his bag and happened to see toward the door, immediately got chills when he heard Fuse's confident muttering.
Tokoyami slowly turned to his friend beside him. His bird beak opened, but no words came out. Cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He held his head with one hand, as if his head had just throbbed.
"Here we go again…" Tokoyami muttered, his voice heavy. "It feels like going back to the suffering-filled middle school days."
Fuse glanced at Tokoyami, smiling with the wisdom of a king humbling himself.
"Reminiscing about the past is good, Fumikage. There is no better lesson than experience," Fuse said full of dignity. "But being stuck in the past sometimes makes someone unable to see the situation more clearly. You should move on and accept the fact that ordinary humans can only walk toward an uncertain future."
Fuse grinned sharply. "Of course, my future is an exception."
"What do you mean by exception?" Fumikage unconsciously asked, baited by the misleading philosophical sentence. But before Fuse could answer with a long speech, Tokoyami hurriedly raised his hand. "Forget it. I retract my question. I know what you'll say next, and my darkness rejects it."
"Oh?" Fuse was momentarily stunned, his eyebrows rising. The next second, he smiled in satisfaction. "I already guessed you would say that and cut me off, but it still surprises me a little. You're starting to be able to read my scenarios, my friend."
At this moment, Fuse looked back toward the door.
There, Iida was struggling to stand in the doorway, spreading both arms stiffly like railroad crossing gates. Iida was trying to block the crowd so they wouldn't barge in and disturb the class order.
"Please don't crowd! Blocking the hallway is an action that doesn't reflect a U.A. student!" Iida shouted, sweat soaking his glasses. "You shouldn't gather here!"
But some students in front seemed to try forcing their way in, tiptoeing to peek toward the back of the class.
At this moment, from the commotion, one of the female students in front managed to say a name loudly.
"That's him! Fuse Yasushi-kun!"
Seeing the student's lips move and hearing it clearly, Fuse couldn't help but widen his eyes.
His ears didn't mishear!
Then, the corner of his lips slowly curved upward, creating a perfect arc. He was truly surprised mixed with pride. It turned out there was a student from the neighboring class who seemed to have become his fanatical fan, even though he had only been at school for a few weeks and hadn't gotten a Hero License yet!
He couldn't help but immediately say loudly, making sure the whole class heard. His smile was clearly carved and arrogant.
"The charm of the future Number One Hero is truly unmatched!"
The Class 1-A students immediately turned to the back, staring at Fuse with various expressions: from admiration, awkwardness, to those wanting to vomit.
Tokoyami, sitting in the seat beside him, held his head again and shook it several times. "It's starting. This phase can't be stopped, this is chaos. They shouldn't be doing this, his ego will skyrocket, this will be hard to stop."
Fuse stopped playing with his pen, caught the metal in the air, and spun it into his pants pocket with a smooth motion.
He slowly stood from his chair. His posture was straight. He walked between the desks, approaching the crowd at the front of the class.
When he was almost at the doorway, Fuse closed his eyes for a moment.
Suddenly, as if from some window the wind blew into the class, blowing his dark red hair so it fluttered with a very dramatic impression. The protagonist's visual effect activated on its own.
Then, he opened his eyes. He stopped right in front of them, only one meter from Iida.
Iida, who was busy blocking them from passing the door, suddenly turned to look at Fuse's back. Iida was shocked to see his class rep approaching the source of the problem instead of telling them to disperse. "Yasushi-san! Come on, tell them to move away!"
Iida's hope seemed shattered, because then, at this moment, Fuse showed his face with a captivating smile…
"Kyaa~!!"
High-pitched screams sounded from the girls outside the door. They suddenly pushed forward together because they were enchanted.
The mass push was so strong that Iida, unable to hold it, was pushed back and lost his grip. Iida fell backward onto the floor in a very ridiculous pose, his glasses crooked.
Meanwhile, the girls from other departments immediately surrounded Fuse, ignoring Iida lying on the floor.
Fuse didn't resist. He instead struck a cool pose, one hand in his pocket, smiling crookedly like a magazine cover actor.
"Fuse-kun! You were so cool at USJ!"
"I heard you defeated the giant monster alone!"
"Your hair looks so good!"
Fuse was praised by many students, most of them girls. His ego was fed until it grew fat. He responded to them one by one with winks, dignified nods, and sweet words that made them even more hysterical.
Of course, not everyone was happy. Some stared at Fuse cynically from afar, especially male students from other classes who felt jealous, and also from inside his own class.
There were resentful mutters full of venom from Denki Kaminari and Minoru Mineta's desks. The two of them bit their handkerchiefs, imaginary blood tears flowing down their cheeks.
"Annoying…" Mineta grumbled, squeezing the hem of his shirt. "How can he monopolize all the girls?! That should be me, not him!"
"Damn you, handsome guy!" Kaminari cursed.
At this moment, from the crowd, there was a very shy-looking female student from the Support Department. Her cheeks flushed red. She held a notebook.
Fuse saw her from the corner of his eye.
The girl shyly looked away when meeting Fuse's gaze, but then she gathered courage. She stepped forward. "U-um… Yasushi-san… could… could I take a photo with you?"
Fuse smiled gently, lowering his intimidation aura a little. "Of course. It's an honor to become a beautiful memory in your camera."
The girl smiled happily, raising her phone. However, after the photo was taken, the girl was immediately pushed back by other girls as if asking for a turn. "Me too! I want one too!"
"Please sign my notebook!"
"Mine too!"
Fuse laughed softly. "Calm down, my people. This hero has time for all of you."
He took the metal pen from his pocket. He twirled the pen with his finger in a showy style, then began writing autographs in the notebooks handed to him. After signing a few, Fuse slowly shifted his gaze outside the crowd, smile still etched on his face.
There, among the students just watching, he saw a blond youth from Class 1-B. Monoma.
They stared at each other through the crowd, without a word spoken.
Monoma put on a very annoying condescending smile, a smile that seemed to say 'You just got lucky in Class A.' Seeing that, Fuse returned it with a far more arrogant superior smile, as if saying 'Bow to me, extra.'
That aura battle lasted five seconds, before Monoma finally snorted softly, turned, and left the hallway.
Fuse watched Monoma's back until he disappeared around the corner. Arrogant person. You're still too weak for my script.
When he was about to shift his gaze back to the autograph books and continue signing, someone suddenly walked closer, parting the crowd.
The youth with purple hair, the same person who saw Fuse controlling metal in the sky this morning, walked forward.
Shinso had briefly passed Monoma who walked by him. Monoma stopped for a moment, his cynical smile still etched on his face, the two stared at each other meaningfully, before the next second Monoma continued walking.
Seeing Monoma leave, Shinso continued approaching the Class 1-A door. He stood a bit far from the girls' crowd, but his eyes immediately locked sharply on Fuse.
Fuse, who had also been watching the youth's arrival the whole time, didn't shift his gaze at all.
They stared at each other in silence amid the fan hubbub.
"So this is the famous Class 1-A that fought those villains?" Shinso finally spoke, his voice lazy and heavy. He deliberately directed his words at Fuse. "I thought you guys were amazing, but it turns out you're just a bunch of arrogant people with big heads because of a little media spotlight."
The crowd suddenly fell silent. Some girls stepped back in fear seeing Shinso. Fuse only looked him up and down, then responded with a mutter that wasn't interested at all, and he didn't even open his mouth wide to reply, only rolling his eyes and focusing back on his pen.
Seeing Fuse completely ignore him and refuse to answer his provocation, Shinso clicked his tongue in annoyance.
At this moment of tension, inside the class, Bakugo—who was already fed up with the commotion—grabbed his backpack roughly with one hand and walked stomping toward the door.
"Move, you damn extras!" Bakugo roared, his eyes radiating murderous intent.
The students from the neighboring class who had been crowding the door immediately screamed in panic and made way.
Seeing Bakugo's back slowly walking away, the crowd thinned until it finally dispersed. One or two people immediately ran because they were afraid of Bakugo, while others left because they were satisfied with getting Fuse's autograph.
As for Shinso, because he was ignored by Fuse, he also left. But before leaving, he briefly spoke with Midoriya, then completely disappeared down the hallway.
After the hallway became quiet again, Fuse turned and patted Midoriya's shoulder, who was still standing tensely. "It seems you're known by strange and depressed people, Midoriya," Fuse commented casually.
Midoriya scratched his cheek with his index finger, feeling awkward. He looked away, not knowing what to answer because he himself was confused why Shinso targeted him. Then he slowly looked back at Fuse, smiling very stiffly. "A-haha… that's how it is."
Feeling his business was done, Fuse walked back to his seat in the back of the class to get his backpack. He felt like a singer who had just finished a concert tour. His mood was extremely good.
When he reached his desk, Kaminari and Jiro were chatting there, waiting for him. Kaminari looked at him with a jealous pouty face, while Jiro twirled her earphone jack with a mischievous smile.
Jiro looked at Fuse, a deadly teasing smile etched on her face. She deliberately reopened the topic they had talked about on the bus the other day.
"So, great Class Representative?" Jiro asked. "Out of all those girls surrounding you earlier, have you found one? Are you interested in having a romantic relationship with one of them to fill the Queen slot in your palace?"
Instantly, Fuse's steps stopped.
Fuse's mood that had been at cloud nine, in a very happy mood from being worshipped, suddenly shattered. He furrowed his brow deeply, narrowing his eyes at Jiro with a deadly gaze. His face began to redden from embarrassment and annoyance.
Romance was his biggest blind spot. He had no script for it!
Without saying a word to reply to the tease, Fuse roughly grabbed his backpack from the chair. He slung it over one shoulder.
He really couldn't stand that direct jab. And with an annoyed face, Fuse turned and walked out of the class with long steps, leaving Jiro and Kaminari.
Seeing the Class Representative's back disappearing with a stormy aura, Kaminari swallowed hard. He lightly patted Jiro's shoulder.
"Jiro… I think that was a bit too much. You hit his weak point too hard."
Tokoyami, who had just finished packing his bag and was preparing to go home, nodded in serious agreement.
"You should apologize first thing tomorrow morning," Tokoyami said hoarsely. "If not, I'm afraid tomorrow he'll destroy the school just to prove he doesn't need love."
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