"So when do we want to hold a meeting?" Mina questioned as Class 1-A was packing their bags, ready to return home after the last period of classes was over with.
"How about we just create a group chat? That way we can just discuss it online without having to wait for everyone to be at school to do it." Denki suggested. Momo nodded at him.
"Group chat it is then. Sukuna, can you create the group chat later? I'll send you their numbers once I get home." Momo requested, to which Sukuna grunted in response.
"Well I can't be doing all the work." She huffed. Sukuna sighed, relenting.
"I would rather we all meet in person to discuss it better since we need to see the materials, I'm not really online much."
"You sure you're not just spending all that time chatting Mina?" Denki teased. Sukuna deadpanned at him, raising his fist.
"Should I teach you how to shut up?"
"Woah relax man!" Denki laughed. Momo sighed.
"A class group chat is still necessary. A class without a group chat in this century is like, heroes without capes. Well, the capes are optional but you get what I mean."
"Tch! Just create it right now? I just know that bastard might 'accidentally' forget about it later!" Bakugo accused, pointing at Sukuna who sighed, taking out his phone as Mina laughed at his defeated expression.
"Let's get on with this..." Everyone gathered around him, their phones already out.
"Name it like '1-A Braincell (Shared)'." Denki suggested with a grin.
"The only guy with one braincell here is you!" Bakugo shouted. Sukuna ignored the two, though he did type the name Denki suggested.
"Done." Sukuna muttered after a while, having added all his classmates into the group chat. Mina hummed as she looked at the profile picturez which was nothing but the default picture of grey faceless people.
"We need a profile pic ASAP!" She declared.
"Oh I know! A group photo!" Uraraka cheered.
"The camera probably won't even capture all of us." Jiro commented. Mina grinned, reaching into her bag.
"Not to worry! I have this!" Mina took out a selfie stick. Jiro blinked at the sight of the random object.
"I don't even want to know why you bring it..." She grumbled as Mina ordered everyone to gather around for the group selfie.
"Oi Kirby! Don't push me!" Bakugo yelled at Uraraka. Mina grinned as she wrapped her arm around Sukuna's neck, bringing their heads close together to the point their cheeks were touching, before shouting that she was about to start the countdown.
The selfie was taken moments later. The result? A selfie that was messy, alive, chaotic and too many personalities clashing all at once. Without hesitation, it became the profile picture.
"Finally! I can go home—" Bakugo stopped in his tracks as he opened the door. The scene outside their classroom instantly gathered Class 1-A's attention.
"The hell are they crowding the exit for? I'm so getting stomped if I go through..." Mineta grumbled, as he saw about 30 students gathered outside, all staring at them.
"Hell's their problem?" Kirishima muttered, not liking this one bit, preparing to activate his Quirk if it came to it.
"They're scouting us." Momo stated, as Bakugo fully slid the door open, revealing more students. "Though I doubt they're going to find much, we're not exactly using our Quirks at the moment." She added.
"Eugh, the audacity. Go train or something if they're that worried about us." Mina rolled her eyes.
"Due to the fact that we have real combat experience outside of simulations, that's what makes us a threat in their eyes..." Izuku explained. Bakugo laughed crazily.
"Hah! As it should be! Now get out of my fucking way. Or do you extras want me to do it myself?" He casually raised his right hand, pointing his palm at them, explosive sparks flying off it dangerously.
"Bakugo! Don't you dare! Save your anger for the tournament!" Ida shouted. Bakugo gritted his teeth as he glared at him.
"You tell them to get out of our fucking way then, four eyes! My mom's already here to pick me up!"
"Listen here losers! There's no point in trying! You're gonna lose anyways so fuck off!" Bakugo turned his attention back to the students outside, the explosive sparks around his palms intensifying.
"I came to see what the famous Class A was like, but you guys seem pretty arrogant. Are all the students in the hero course like this?" Bakugo saw a purple haired teen walking out from the group, seemingly not intimidated by Bakugo's near usage of his Quirk.
"Ugh! Rude!" Mina shouted, her hands on her waist, annoyed by the stunt from these students. 'I wanna walk home with Sukuna damnit!' She shouted in her head.
"Seeing something like this makes me disillusioned. There are quite a few people who enrolled in general studies or other courses because they didn't make it into the hero course. And depending on our performance during the festival, they'll consider our transfer into the hero course, and they may also transfer other people out." The man explained. Suddenly, the other students tensed as they saw someone behind Bakugo stepping up.
"Is that meant to scare us?" Sukuna asked, standing beside Bakugo, as the rest of 1-A gathered around them, facing these stalkers head on.
"Stop beating around the bush and just admit it. The reason you all are in those courses are simple, it's because you aren't cut out to be heroes—" Sukuna widened his eyes as he felt his whole body freeze, like someone was trying to take control over it.
In his mind, the purple haired man widened his eyes as he looked around him, confused at where he was. He was standing on a pool of blood that spanned endlessly. Then he saw it, a mountain of skulls and bones, and on top of it was a small throne made out of all bones.
He saw Sukuna, with markings all over his face, sitting on it, his head leaning on his right arm whiles staring down at him with a grin. His outfit was different, consisting of a light-colored kimono with a black edge, a black scarf, and black sandals.
"I see that you possess a mind control quirk." His face twisted into a disgusted expression as he leaned down a little, his four eyes staring into the man's soul. "Who gave you the right to enter my mind?"
"Where... am I..." The man stepped backwards hastily, not liking his situation.
"My Innate Domain, a place that reflects my mind and soul." Sukuna explained before his eyes narrowed.
"And I'd like you to get out of it."
"Wha—Ack!" The purple haired man gasped as Sukuna suddenly appeared before him and grabbed his neck with both arms, tightening his grip around it.
"The nerve of people these days." Sukuna muttered as a sickening crack echoed though the domain, as the purple haired man's body limped. Without pausing, Sukuna grabbed the man's head by the top, and without a single word, ripped it off before throwing it away.
"Ah, got on my kimono."
...
Back in real life, the purple haired man gasped as he immediately fell back. The people around him gasped as he started vomiting on the floor, pure horror in his eyes.
"That all you've got? How pathetic..." Sukuna, who didn't have any marking on him from the start, stared down at him.
"And you think you can challenge us for the top spot?" Sukuna pointed to himself and his classmates. Bakugo and the rest of the class watched, feeling disturbed, knowing Sukuna somehow had a hand in the purple haired teen's condition.
"If it's a war you want with 1-A, it's a war you'll get. Now..." The students before him had their breaths hitched immediately, as they felt an invisible pressure crushing their body.
"Get out of my way."
In an instant, everyone either stepped aside or ran away, some had scurried off while carrying the hyperventilating purple haired teen.
Sukuna snorted to himself, before he started walking to the stairs. Bakugo silently walked, his hands in his pockets while the rest of them watched on.
"Mina, I don't mean to offend you but like..." Tsuyu looked at Mina staring silently at Sukuna.
"I just think Sukuna can be one scary guy sometimes."
"Yeah... He does that sometimes..."
To be continued.....