Kaminari looked at his mother, who was g, and hugged her tightly, evident in his gaze as he gnced over her worried expression. He spoke softly, feeling a pang of guilt.

  "You already know, huh?"

  "Yeah, we got a call from U.A. about an ho..." His father sighed, then looked over at his wife. "Your mom was so worried she was ready to book a flight and head straight there."

  At that moment, his mother looked up with an almost pleading expression. "Son, maybe it's time to leave this hero stuff behind. Wouldn't it be o just sing and paint instead?"

  Kaminari fell silent. He uood his mother's s, but he wasn't ready to give up on U.A. so easily.

  It wasn't that he had some desperate o be a "hero," but he'd e this far, a least wao pass the lising exam.

  And... he fouually ehe thrill of fighting.

  "Ah, I figured you'd feel that way," she said softly, resigning herself. "Fet it... do what you want."

  But then, his mother looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Just promise me you'll stay safe. Promise me that nothing bad will happen to you!"

  "You have to uand, son—your life isn't just your own anymore!"

  "Promise me, okay?"

  At her words, Kaminari could no longer hold back his emotions. He hugged her tightly, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise, Mom. I'll be safe. I promise."

  "Alright, let's head back to the living room to calm down," his father said, voice trembling as he struggled to keep his owions in check. "We'll have dinner, and our son rest afterward. We talk about everything else tomorrow."

  As the head of the family, Kaminari's father felt he o stay posed. If he lost his cool, the whole family would fall apart.

  Later that evening, they received another call from U.A. The school informed them that Css 1-A would have a day off tomorrow, with regur csses resuming the day after. This small gesture seemed to soothe the parents' s somewhat, it showed that U.A. was at least trying to be siderate of their feelings.

  U.A.'s stroatiohe years was enough to earn the be of the doubt. They were just relieved their son had e home safe.

  The day, Kaminari skipped his usual m jog and study session, while his father stayed home from work. The family spent the day together, enjoying homemade side dishes prepared by his mother and watg TV.

  However, the news was filled with reports of heroes being attacked, and Kaminari even spotted a few short clips featuring himself and his cssmates.

  He couldn't help but wonder how those reporters mao get those photos of him and the others.

  It seemed that his cssmates were in simir situations. Most parents had chosen to fort their shaken children with warmth and affe. Surprisingly, it was effective by the end of the day, many were already ughing and chatting about the events of the day before.

  Ohird day, Kaminari met up with Tetsutetsu, and they took the Shinkansen back to U.A. Together. As they ehe , they saw that Uraraka, Midoriya, Bakugo, Jiro, and Tokoyami were already there.

  "Yo, Kaminari!"

  "Tetsutetsu!"

  "Good m, everyone!"

  Kaminari greeted them cheerfully, heading to his seat. As he settled in, he leaned over to Midoriya and whispered, "By the way, you better fet everything you saw yesterday!"

  "Huh? What are you talking about?"

  Midoriya blinked in fusion, but then Kaminari's strange expressions and behavior from yesterday came rushing back to his mind. With an awkward ugh, he quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, I... I won't tell anyone."

  "Good. I'd hate for you to experience a 'million-volt' reminder," Kaminari chuckled, patting Midoriya on the shoulder.

  "A-ah! No need, I get it!"

  Midoriya nodded in a flustered panic. He'd been standing closest to Kaminari yesterday, and he was all too aware of the terrifying power of Kaminari's 'Million Volt' move.

  As the filled up, everyourally began chatting and exging greetings. However, soon, an unspoken uanding passed through the room, and a quiet anticipatioled over the students.

  It was time for css, but they all had one question on their minds: Who would be their homeroom teacher today? Aizawa-sensei had been hospitalized after the ret attack.

  Their questions were soon answered when the door opened, and a bandage-ed figure walked in, surprising everyone.

  "Good m..."

  "Aizawa-sensei!!"

  "Isn't that recovery a bit too fast?"

  "More like too dedicated, if you ask me."

  Iida, the css rep, raised his hand and asked loudly, "Teacher, are you alright?"

  "Does he look alright?" Uraraka muttered from her seat behind Iida, her voice tinged with .

  Despite his injuries, Aizawa made his to the podium with calm steps. His voice was steady, if a bit hoarse.

  "Whether I'm alright or not isn't important. What matters is that the fight isn't over yet."

  His words immediately captured everyone's attention. Mia, the most nervous among them, looked particurly pale, fearing another vilin attack.

  "The U.A. Sports Festival is ing up."

  With those words, the heavy atmosphere lifted, aement sparked through the room. Even Kaminari couldn't help feeling a surge of anticipation. He'd been in this world long enough to know just how important the U.A. Sports Festival was.

  "Finally! It's happening!" Kirishima jumped up, smming his hands on the desk. "A true school-wide event!"

  Kyoka raised a skeptical eyebrow. "But, sensei, we were just attacked by vilins. Is it really safe to hold a sports festival right now?"

  "Yeah, what if they attack again?" Ojiro asked cautiously.

  "Then we'll crush them!" Bakugo growled, fists ched with a fierce glint in his eyes.

  Aizawa, looking rather tired, lifted his right arm encased in pster. "Quite the opposite, actually. The school intends to use this sports festival to show the world how effective our crisis ma system is."

  He tinued, "I heard security will be five times strohan in previous years."

  Raising his head slightly, he looked out over his students, his injured eyes trying to focus.

  "More importantly, the U.A. Sports Festival is a on-a-lifetime opportunity for all of you. We 't just cel it because of a few vilins."

  "Besides," he added, "our sports festival is a major natio in Japan. It's not something the school just decide to cel."

  Aizawa went on to expin some basiformation about the upiival a standard briefing, really—and soon after, css was dismissed.

  Even as they left the , Kirishima, Bakugo, and a few others were still buzzing with excitement.

  "Early April, huh? That's only a month to prepare!"

  Thinking it over, Kaminari turo Tetsutetsu. "Hey, want to start sparring together to get ready?"

  Tetsutetsu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "I might not have time iernoon. My judo instrur. Daimon, has been starting formal lessoly."

  After a pause, he added, "But I'm free in the m if that works."

  Kaminari shook his head. "Nah, you should use the ms to get more rest. If you're practig te, you'll need all the quality sleep you get."

  "But what about you?" Tetsutetsu asked, ed.

  Kaminari simply shrugged. "Don't worry about me. I was training on my own before I eve you."

  With that, he gnced down at his right hand, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

  "Besides... that move... it's almost ready..."