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Hero Class Civil Warfare

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Day 0: Exam begins in 1 hour.

 

The sounds of message notifications interrupted the meeting the hero team was holding. They were less than an hour from engaging with the villain team. Bakugo scowled and pulled his phone from his pocket, seeing that it was a simple message, a live streaming link sent to his phone from… someone.

 

He paused and then tapped the link, throwing the feed to one of the screens in the room, letting everyone focus on it. The screen was covered in glitched out static that slowly faded to black on red, a shape taking form as someone adjusted light levels and brightness.

 

Soon the shape many of them recognized as Izuku Midoriya came into focus, still cast in deep shadows. He had some sort of hat, with two shapes that looked similar to his hero costumes bunny ears sticking off the sides.

 

“Hello, Heroes.” came a dry drawl, one that shocked most of class 1-A with its change from the usual nervous stuttering that they were used to hearing. It was scratchy almost dry sounding. But more importantly., was the tone. It was… cold , threatening in a way they had never heard from the ball of green sunshine they knew and loved.

 

“I know that you’ve prepared for me, that you think you’re ready.” Iida, Kirishima, and Uraraka all glanced back, to see a scowling bakugou, eyes narrowed and focused, with Todoroki at his side.

 

“By all means, come for me. Hunt me. Show me what you’re made of.”

 

The silhouette leaned forwards, revealing that Izuku wore a form-fitting face mask, cast in the shape of a jesters smile.

 

“Oh, And Kacchan, or should I say Paragon ?” Izuku chuckled, voice childish and innocent. “I hope you’re ready. This test is going to be… explosive.”

 

The feed cut out, and The rest of the hero team turned to look at Bakugou. He had twenty-four heroes from both Class 1-A and 1-B, who had spent the last five days figuring out tactics and working on getting in sync. He had the Heavy hitters of the school. The strongest, the best. And he would prove it.

 

“Everyone go get suited up. Go get ready,” he called. “We leave as soon as we get the go ahead.”





Friday (7 days Earlier)

Both Heroics Class 1-A and Class 1-B were gathered in the auditorium, mumbling and whispered questions flying back and forth as they stood in huddled groups, glancing up at the empty stage. The question on everyone's lips was about what they were there for. Was it about the recent capture of the Hero-killer? About the results of their internships? No one knew. Less than two weeks ago they had been under internships, but now, without any warning, they were gathered.

 

Soon enough, the sound of a whining microphone sent winces through the crowd, and they looked up, seeing the small form of principal Nedzu stand before the school on the podium.

 

For most of the students it only added to their confusion, but for the few students who had reason to interact with the principal, they felt chills run down their spines.

 

“Welcome Class 1-A and 1-B, its a pleasure for you to all be here today. Today is the start of one of the yearly exercises! The Class Civil war!” This caused more murmurs, people whispering questions amongst themselves. In the middle of the crowd, Izuku Midoriya felt a flicker of recognition. He knew of this… but he just couldn't place where he had heard of this before. He thought it was off a hero training forum… dammit.

 

“As you all know, a Hero’s job is to be wise, powerful, and proactive against evil wherever they find it! But often, you may find the other side of the law posses the same traits, and you must learn to adapt, to improvise and overcome!” Nedzu was shaking and moving emphatically with his words, silencing the crowd as they all focused on the principal. “As such, we have two teams, the leaders of whom shall be chosen at random. However! The choice to be a hero or a villain is up to the rest of you. Do you wish to challenge yourself, to act in a new mindset as a villain, as a counterforce? Do you wish to prove yourself as a hero, putting your potential into your dream!” With that Nedzu stepped off the podium, and Present Mic took the stage

 

There were a few scattered cheers from the crowd at that, along with determined grins and intense stares.

 

“Now we shall choose the leaders of the Heroes and the Villains! These positions are locked, and you must accept the role! As it is often circumstance that often leads to greatness or leadership, so shall it be here! First, the Leader of the Heroes, the Paragon! ITT ISSS….” the left side screen behind the podium flickered on, the faces of students flying past…. Izuku felt his pulse race, would it be him? Oh god, the nerves! The flickering faces began to slow, eventually coming to a stop to reveal-

 

“KKAAATTTSSSUUUUKIIIII BAKUGOU!!!!!” Present Mic yelled gesturing a prideful and demonically grinning Bakugou to take his place at the right of the podium. Behind them the image changed, a white crown animation coming to rest on Bakugou's headshot, and the Kanji for Paragon under his name. The assorted students looked interested, and some less than enthused.

 

(That's important, mark them down. Just in case.)

 

“And now, for the VIllain, The Kingpin, the darkness who you will face against...!” The roll began again, Flickering through faces, but suddenly he felt a shiver go up and down his spine.

 

He already knew what was going to happen.

 

And as the roll call slowed, and the final picture appeared, he knew he was right.

 

“IZZUUUKUUU MIDORIYA.” Present MIc Screamed at the world, finger pointed straight at Izuku.

 

Yes, there it was, green hair with a black crown animated upon the brow, red background behind him. The title of Kingpin across his torso highlighted in glowing red Kanji and a shy smile on his photos expression. Without registering it, he had already made his way up to the podium. He felt like the world was glazed.

 

Was he having a panic attack… no, maybe? No, just feels like a minor shock. Oh. Fun. Good to know. Fuck.

 

Present Mic was still talking, laying out a schedule for the next week. That tomorrow at midnight was the deadline to join a team, that you had to have it declared to a teacher, that rooms would be set up for each team leader to plan and organize, that a rulebook would be provided after the meeting; if the two leaders would stay behind. As the rest of the classes filed out, slowly growing louder as they talked and debated with each other.

 

But Izuku was drowning that out, instead…

 

Instead, he was having a crisis of faith.

 

Should he try to truly be a Villain? To go against his own deeply ingrained morals and dream for success and to win, or would he let the hero’s, the position he held so close to his heart, take the win without a fight?

 

The meeting passed in a blur, Bakugou sneering and muttering curses as he listened to the rules. When Izuku was handed his copy, he began to focus once more. He picked up the basic parameters, the words piercing through the haze of dissociation.

 

The practical part of the exam was in seven days. And would have a three-day time limit. Each team would have to be finalized and delivered to the teachers on Monday. (two days from now) and the five day stretch from Tuesday to Saturday would be a lighter class load so the teams could plan, coordinate and ready themselves.

 

With that, They were dismissed, Bakugou storming out with a look on his face that scream d he was going recruiting. Izuku got up to follow, but he left, Present Mic caught his attention.

 

“Hey, Midoriya-san. Aizawa and Nedzu wanted to talk to you. After all, you need to know your objectives.”

 

Wait. Objectives?