BNHA: God of Explosions

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The shockwave messed up her hair, and even from behind him, she could feel the heat of the explosion.

'Incredible.' That was the only thought Uraraka could form as she watched Bakugo obliterate the Zero-Point Robot in a spectacle of pure brute force.

***

Inferno Blastwave—that was the name of the move Bakugo had created, inspired by Todoroki's Flashfreeze Heatwave.

It essentially involved accumulating large amounts of explosive sweat in his palm—as much as possible—and releasing it all at once, creating a devastating blast wave that not only generated a massive impact but also an intense heat wave that spread rapidly across the battlefield.

The only problems with this technique were the time required to gather enough sweat to execute it and the underlying pain in his hand and arm from the sheer force of the impact.

"It worked better than I expected," Bakugo muttered, analyzing the smoldering remains of what was left of the giant robot. He lowered his gaze to his arm, which was completely numb from the excessive use of his Quirk. 'Tsk, at least it didn't break this time…'

Turning around, he saw Uraraka struggling to get up, clearly fighting against the pain in her body. "Need help?"

She lifted her eyes and forced a smile. "N-no, I got it." Uraraka replied, shifting her weight onto one leg.

Bakugo nodded, satisfied. 'Good. We all need to be stronger than we were when the war starts. The sooner we push past our limits, the better.'

But before he could turn to move forward, Uraraka let out a sharp whimper and clutched her stomach, bending slightly. Bakugo was immediately on high alert.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, now concerned that her ribs were more injured than he had thought. Not caring about the future anymore, Bakugo walked toward her.

"I'm fine, I swear—" Uraraka started to say, but before she could finish, her face paled. "Blaaahhh!"

The next second was a slow-motion nightmare for Bakugo. He had stopped right in front of her—exactly as Uraraka could no longer hold back the contents of her stomach. Everything came out in one uncontrollable stream, hitting him directly in the chest.

Bakugo was so shocked that he just stood there, watching in silence with a blank expression. After a few seconds, his face shifted—first to surprise and then to pure horror.

"This... is not... happening," he muttered, looking down at the mess unfolding in all its disgusting glory.

He took a deep breath, trying to process what had just happened. It was then that the smell and the sight of the scene hit him at full force. His nose wrinkled, and his face twisted into a mix of disgust and anger.

"Blaaahhh!" Uraraka threw up again—this time, partially on the ground and partially on Bakugo's feet.

Now, both of them were in a miserable state. Uraraka coughed, trying to move away, completely mortified, while Bakugo looked like he was about to explode—literally.

"I-I'M SORRY!" Uraraka cried, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I couldn't hold it in!"

Bakugo couldn't even form words. He just pointed a trembling finger at her, shaking with indignation.

"You—! You—!" He choked on his own fury, unable to finish the sentence.

[TIME'S UP!!!!!]

Present Mic's voice echoed at that moment, signaling the end of the exam.

Bakugo looked up, as if questioning the heavens as to why this was happening to him. Uraraka, on the other hand, was completely mortified, covering her face with her hands.

***

"Did you guys see that?"

"... What an incredible Quirk!"

"That… wasn't comparable to an All Might punch?"

"Of course not, you idiot! It looked more like an Endeavor move!"

As the candidates chattered excitedly, further back in the group, Iida stood completely still. His eyes were wide behind the lenses of his glasses, fixed on the dust cloud slowly dissipating on the horizon. 'That guy…'

He adjusted his glasses in an automatic motion, not even realizing his mouth was slightly open in shock. "What kind of candidate has that kind of power? This is an absurd display of strength for someone our age..."

***

[Several minutes later]

Leaving the locker room, Bakugo adjusted the collar of his black gakuran uniform, still feeling the lingering chill of the cold shower—which, no matter how much he tried, hadn't managed to cool his mood.

He had tossed his dirty clothes straight into the trash, silently cursing the most disgusting incident of his life. Every step he took echoed through the halls, heavy and filled with irritation, as if the floor itself was to blame for his situation.

'How can someone throw up that much?!' He scoffed, shoulders rigid at the unpleasant memory. It was a miracle he hadn't thrown up himself.

The irritation was still gnawing at him when his eyes caught a familiar figure standing near the U.A. exit—Uraraka Ochako.

She looked like she wanted to disappear into her own uniform. Her cheeks were so red they nearly rivaled his eyes, and her hands were clasped in front of her, nervously fidgeting.

The moment Uraraka noticed that Bakugo had spotted her, her entire body shrank as if she wanted to curl into herself.

"What do you want?" Bakugo asked, his voice as dry as a desert.

"A-ah! H-hi!" Uraraka stammered, attempting a smile, but it was obvious she was drowning in embarrassment. 'Come on, Ochako, you rehearsed this a dozen times.' She took a deep breath, trying to gather herself.

Swallowing hard, she straightened up and quickly bowed in apology—so fast she nearly lost her balance. "I'm really sorry! This happens when I overuse my Quirk! I-I couldn't hold it in, and you were so close, and—"

"Alright, alright, shut up." Bakugo raised a hand, cutting off her rambling with a sharp gesture. His eyes narrowed as he studied her for a moment. She still looked pale, and the way she held her stomach and leaned on one leg told him she hadn't fully recovered. That only made his scowl deepen. "You should be resting, not wasting my time out here."

"I... I just wanted to say thank you." Uraraka lifted her head, looking straight at him, determined not to let his rudeness intimidate her—at least not before she could properly express her gratitude.

"You were the only one who helped me, even when you could've just left me there. I'll never forget that." She finished, squeezing her hands together nervously, her eyes shining with sincerity.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and let out an impatient sigh. "Yeah, yeah. But I didn't do anything besides destroy the Zero-Pointer. You saved yourself." He turned away, clearly thinking the conversation was over. But before he could take another step, her last words made him pause.

"Even so… thank you, Bakugo-kun."

For a moment, Bakugo stood still, her words echoing in his mind. Without fully turning around, he glanced over his shoulder. "What's your name, fountain girl?"

Uraraka's mouth fell open slightly, blinking repeatedly as she tried to process what he had just said. "U-Uraraka... Uraraka Ochako."

For an instant, what could've been the barest hint of a smirk flickered across Bakugo's lips. "Next time, try aiming away from me, Uraraka." And with that, he walked off, not even giving her a chance to respond.

Uraraka stood there, watching him disappear through the gates. Her face still burned, but even with the embarrassing nickname and the disaster of that moment fresh in her mind, a small smile slipped onto her lips.

'He's really something…'

***

Already far from U.A., any trace of humor on Bakugo's face vanished completely, replaced by a cold and somber expression—one that carried the weight of failure, of having seen death... of having known death.

'My first day has already caused too many changes in the timeline.' He ran a hand over his face, fingers trembling from repressed tension. 'I trust that everyone will pass the exam, and even if the classes change, the finish line will still be the same... won't it?'

He abruptly stopped in the middle of the street and lifted his head, staring at the blue sky. 'Who am I kidding? My plan... all of my planning over these months might have just gone to waste.'

"Haaah..." The sigh that escaped his lips was heavy, carrying a weariness that went beyond the physical. Bakugo started walking again, this time with slow, dragging steps and his head lowered.

***

"I'm home!" The moment Bakugo opened the door to his house, he was not greeted in a subtle manner. Instead, Mitsuki grabbed him by the collar of his uniform without an ounce of ceremony.

"Brat! How did it go, huh?! Huh?!" she exclaimed, shaking him roughly, her eyes shining with excitement. "Did you blow everything up like I taught you?!"

"Get off me, you old hag!" Bakugo growled, trying to break free. "And let go before I actually blow something up!"

"You disrespectful little shit!" Mitsuki shot back with a mischievous grin. Before he could react, she hooked an arm around his neck in a quick motion and pulled him into a headlock.

"Huegh!" Bakugo tried to push her off, but all he managed was a muffled grunt as he struggled to free himself.

Click!

The sound of a camera shutter made them both freeze. Slowly turning their heads, they found Masaru standing in the doorway, holding a camera with a smug smile.

"This one's going straight into the album," he announced with a satisfied tone.

Bakugo groaned in indignation. "You guys still have that atrocity?!"

Mitsuki burst into laughter, finally letting go of her son, who quickly stepped back and grumbled while adjusting his crumpled uniform collar.

"Of course we do. And don't bother looking for it—you'll never find it!" she teased, crossing her arms with a victorious smirk.

Bakugo opened his mouth to protest, but Masaru was faster, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Now tell us how it went, son. We were nervous."

"There was no one on my level, as always," Bakugo answered, straightening his clothes and running a hand through his hair with an irritated look.

Mitsuki grinned from ear to ear. "That's my boy! And the robots? How many did you destroy?"

"Lost count," he replied dismissively.

"Ha! Just how I like it!" Mitsuki laughed, slapping her son on the back so hard he winced from the force. "That's how it's done, Katsuki!"

Masaru leaned in slightly, interrupting the celebration.

"But you know it's not just about destroying everything, right? Were you polite to the others?"

Bakugo scoffed, crossing his arms in the exact same way as his mother. "I was! I even helped a girl."

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You? Helping someone? Now that's a story I want to hear!"

"It was nothing," he grumbled, looking away. "She was trapped. I just did what anyone would do."

Masaru smiled gently. "That's great, Katsuki. Sometimes, helping others is the most important thing."

Mitsuki, on the other hand, nudged her son's shoulder with a teasing grin. "Ohhh, feeling all heroic now, huh? I bet you were still a total ogre to her."

"I was polite, okay?!" Bakugo shot back. "She was the one who got all nervous and ended up... well..." He paused, his expression twisting into discomfort.

"Ended up what?" Mitsuki pressed, leaning forward in curiosity.

"...Throwing up on me," Bakugo muttered through gritted teeth, his face turning red with both rage and embarrassment.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence filled the room for a few long seconds before Mitsuki exploded into laughter so loud it nearly shook the picture frames on the wall.

"That's too good!" she managed between gasps, while Masaru tried to stifle a chuckle.

"It's not funny!" Bakugo snapped, his face burning with indignation. "It was disgusting!"

"Oh, come on, Katsuki, it's a hilarious story!" Mitsuki wiped tears from her eyes from laughing so hard. "I knew you'd have a memorable start, but this exceeded my expectations!"

"I'm going to my room!" he declared furiously, stomping up the stairs.

As he disappeared onto the second floor, Masaru looked at Mitsuki. "You think he realizes he actually did something really heroic today?"

Mitsuki sighed, still smiling. "Oh, he hasn't realized it yet." Her expression softened slightly. "The kid's got a pride bigger than his explosions. It'll take time for him to understand what being a hero really means."

***

As soon as Bakugo entered his room, he shut the door with a firm push and leaned his back against it, letting out a heavy sigh as he slid down to the floor. "This is so hard..."

With his head resting between his knees, he steadied his uneven breathing, forcing himself to calm down.

No matter how much time passed, he still wasn't used to it. Maybe he never would be.

It hurt to pretend to be the impulsive, prideful kid he used to be.

It hurt to keep secrets from the people he loved.

And more than anything, every smile his mother gave him, every bit of praise from his father... It all came with an overwhelming wave of guilt.

Because he knew... He didn't deserve any of it.

"I need to stay focused," he murmured, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling with exhausted eyes.

The shadows in his room felt heavier that night, wrapping around Bakugo in a silence that was almost deafening.

***

[One week later]

After spending the entire day training, exhausting every fiber of his body with exercises that only he would consider "normal," Bakugo returned home, knowing that the U.A. letter had probably already arrived—and that his mother had most likely opened it without waiting for him.

"You're home early today," Mitsuki's voice echoed from the living room the moment he stepped through the door.

Walking toward her, Bakugo found his mother sitting on the couch, holding an open envelope and a hologram of All Might frozen in a wide grin.

Her eyes sparkled with pride, and her lips curved into a smile so big it almost rivaled All Might's own.

"And?" he asked, stopping beside her.

Mitsuki lifted the envelope. "Congratulations, son. You placed first."

Bakugo smirked slightly, taking the envelope from her hands. "Thought that was obvious."

"Ha! You arrogant brat," Mitsuki shot back, turning her head away in a theatrical motion, as if she were holding back a surprise she could barely wait to reveal.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "...What aren't you telling me?"

"Hmph! Since you insist on knowing!" Mitsuki suddenly sprang up from the couch, practically lunging at him.

Before he could protest or dodge, she wrapped him in a tight hug, squeezing him against her chest. "You broke Endeavor's record! Katsuki, you now have the second-highest score in U.A. entrance exam history!"

Bakugo stood frozen, processing the information.

"...HÃ?!"

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