MHA; Traflagar D. Water Law

Chapter 6: The First Test.

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The boys' locker room buzzed with energy as students began pouring out, each clad in UA's sleek athletic uniform. The navy-blue tracksuit, accented with bold white stripes forming the letters "U" and "A," hugged their forms snugly, designed to support a wide range of movements. Conversations broke out almost instantly.

"Man, this uniform is awesome!" Kirishima exclaimed, his red hair standing out like a blazing flame. His muscular arms flexed slightly as he adjusted the sleeves.

"I dunno, feels kinda tight in some places," Kaminari chimed in, pulling at the fabric over his shoulders. "But I guess it's supposed to be like that, huh?"

"Yeah, tight enough to show every muscle and flaw…" Mineta muttered, looking down at himself and sighing. "Not like I have much to show anyway."

Amid the chatter, Trafalgar D. Law strode quietly among them. The lean young man with striking gray eyes wore the same uniform as the others but had added a personal touch: a knitted hat patterned with white and black spots, pulled snug over his dark hair. It gave him a distinctive look, drawing the occasional glance, but no one said a word. His presence exuded an aloof calm that made him both approachable and intimidating.

As they walked down the corridor toward the training grounds, Kaminari sidled up to Law, grinning. "So, uh… about earlier," he began, scratching the back of his head, "what exactly was that thing you did in class?"

At his question, the air around them shifted subtly. It wasn't just Kaminari who wanted answers; several pairs of eyes flicked toward Law, curiosity practically radiating from the group.

Izuku Midoriya, always the first to seize an opportunity to analyze quirks, emerged from the crowd with his ever-present green notebook. His messy green hair caught the light as he flipped to a fresh page, eyes sparkling with both excitement and nervous energy. "Ah… uh… excuse me," he stammered at first, but then his voice steadied, his enthusiasm overtaking his shyness. "When you used your ability earlier, the atmosphere seemed to shift slightly—almost like a faint blue hue filled the air. Then you said something, moved your fingers, and... well, you swapped your pen with Aizawa-sensei's uniform."

Midoriya's emerald eyes, wide with wonder, locked onto Law's calm gray ones as he continued, half to himself, "Was that… instantaneous spatial transference?"

Before Law could respond, a grating voice cut through the air like nails on a chalkboard.

"Tch, what a load of crap," Bakugo snarled. The ash-blond student, with his spiky, almost chaotic hair and smoldering red eyes, shot Midoriya a venomous glare. "You're drooling over some lame parlor trick, Deku. You're so pathetic it makes me sick." His words were as sharp as they were cruel, aimed to sting.

Then his fiery gaze shifted to Law. "And you," Bakugo growled, his smirk turning into something far more menacing. "What's with that stupid look on your face, huh? Think you're hot stuff just 'cause you can run away with your fancy teleportation quirk?" He jabbed a thumb toward himself. "Why don't you try running from me? I'll blow you to bits before you get the chance."

The tension thickened like storm clouds gathering. Law's gray eyes met Bakugo's fiery red ones in a silent battle of wills. For a moment, it seemed like a spark might ignite between them.

But before things could escalate further, Kirishima stepped between them with a grin. "Whoa, whoa, let's chill, guys," he said, his tone lighthearted despite the weight of the moment. "No need to turn this into a brawl already! Save the energy for training, right?"

"Enough," Iida interjected, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise. The bespectacled student adjusted his glasses, his sharp blue eyes glaring at the group. "Aizawa-sensei is waiting for us outside. Let's not waste any more time arguing. Besides," he added with a stern look at Mineta, "the girls are likely ahead of us already."

"Wait," Mineta gasped, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. "Girls should take longer to change clothes."

The boys filed out, the sunlight greeting them as they approached the training field. Sure enough, the girls were already there, waiting in neat rows while Aizawa stood at the center, his usual disheveled appearance and sleeping bag in tow.

"Good, you're all here," Aizawa drawled, his tone as flat as ever.

Kaminari raised a hand. "Uh, sensei? What exactly are we doing out here?"

Aizawa sighed. "As I mentioned, we're free to teach however we see fit. Today, you'll be participating in eight physical tests. Of course, these won't be… ordinary." His gaze shifted to Bakugo. "Bakugo Katsuki, you had the highest score in the entrance exam. Step forward."

Grinning smugly, Bakugo complied, his confidence practically oozing from every pore. He shot a sideways glance at Law, his eyes practically screaming, I've already won.

Aizawa handed him a baseball. "Use your quirk to throw this as far as you can."

"Seriously?" Bakugo asked, raising an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Aizawa didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes.

"Fine," Bakugo muttered, then grinned wickedly. "Watch and learn."

With a sharp inhale, Bakugo wound up and hurled the ball. "DIE!" he shouted, unleashing an explosion from his palm. The resulting blast echoed across the field as the ball shot into the sky like a rocket, the force ruffling the students' hair.

After several seconds, Aizawa held up his device. "703 meters."

The group erupted in awe, their shock palpable. Bakugo, meanwhile, basked in the attention, his grin growing wider.

Law's gray eyes followed the ball's trajectory before settling on Bakugo. Inwardly, a voice resonated in his mind. So, this is Bakugo Katsuki. He's more than just the loudmouth from behind a screen. This guy could be a real challenge.

A small smile tugged at Law's lips. Good. It wouldn't be fun if it were easy.

Aizawa's gaze swept over the students. "You are allowed to use your quirks in all eight tests. However," he added, his tone darkening, "the student with the lowest overall score will be expelled."

The announcement sent a ripple of panic through the group.

"And Law," Aizawa continued, his sharp eyes locking onto him, "you'll start with a penalty of minus thirty points for using your quirk without permission earlier."

All eyes turned to Law. He felt the weight of their stares but shrugged it off with a wry smile. "Well," he said, his tone light, "I figured you wouldn't let that slide."

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