Let's dive...Into Madness! (UA War Game)

You know that feeling when everything is just way too easy?

Yeah. That's how I felt right now.

Class 1-A was playing house in their little "headquarters," all cozy and safe, thinking they had a solid defense just because they had numbers. Adorable. It would've been cute if it weren't so insulting.

Like, come on. At least pretend to make this difficult for me.

I twirled a smoke bomb between my fingers, eyeing the half-collapsed buildings and makeshift barricades they'd set up. Pathetic. They were treating this like a war zone when the real enemy was already inside their heads.

It was time to remind them who they were dealing with.

I cracked my neck, adjusted my gloves, and tossed the first smoke bomb.

BOOM.

A thick, choking fog erupted into the air.

Screams. Coughing.

Perfect.

I followed up with a couple of flash grenades, chucking them toward the center of their camp. A second later—

BANG.

More chaos. Blinding light, loud noises, pure confusion.

"Oh no!" I called out dramatically, barely suppressing my laughter. "An attack! Whatever shall you do?! Quick! Someone panic!"

They did. Oh, they did.

Voices overlapped as they scrambled, shouting orders, trying to figure out what was going on. They thought they were under siege. They weren't.

I was already inside.

I moved through the smokescreen like a shadow, completely unseen. Years of sneaking around the League's hideouts and dodging Shigaraki's mood swings had made me an expert at moving unnoticed. Honestly tho.... I hust wanted to try out the thrill of being a vigilante which got me into that.

And besides, finding Bakugo wasn't exactly a challenge.

This was a town simulation, which meant most buildings were half-destroyed and open. There weren't exactly skyscrapers or underground lairs to hide in. And the biggest giveaway?

There was one door that was actually locked.

Seriously?

One locked door. In an entire fake city.

Gee. I wonder who could be inside.

I approached quietly, placing my ear against the wood. No movement. Good.

Then I looked down.

And oh my god.

The dumbass left the key in the door.

I actually had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

Oh, Kacchan. Sweet, explosive, dumb Kacchan.

I took the key, twisted it, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me with a soft click.

Bakugo was sitting on a makeshift cot, arms crossed, scowling at nothing. He was obviously pissed about something (which, honestly, was his default state), but the second he sensed movement—

BOOM!

An explosion whizzed past my head before I could even say hi.

I ducked, the heat from his blast singing the tips of my hair.

"Hey, rude," I complained, dodging to the side as he threw another explosion at me. "That's not how you greet a guest!"

Bakugo's eyes widened in fury. "YOU—!"