Chapter 1.

Low tier fanfic of MHA :)

I say "low tier" when I don't spend much time writing, compared to others.

For example, chapters will be shorter, have less explanation, and the like.

But I will try to make it cool, or at least on a level with something I would read.

Enjoy!

Note: if you find any mistake, comment!

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Katsuki Bakugou was walking slowly, irritated, as usual.

He had a headache that kept getting worse.

"AHH!" a peak of pain! The time bomb boy held his head in both hands very tightly, before letting it out slowly, as if the pain had stopped.

"Where am I?" he asked the wind.

He looked slowly at his hands, before saying to anyone:

"Did I reincarnate? Like Bakugou?" yes, this was no longer the old Bakugou, now it was John, who died a few minutes ago.

To prove it, he put his hands together and tried to use his quirk.

* BOOOOOM * an explosion, just as expected.

"What the hell is this!"

- next week -

Bakugou looks at the doors in front of him. They were dojo doors, as he wanted to learn martial arts.

Opening the door, he came across a man with black hair, who was between two meters tall.

The man smiled: "Welcome to my dojo, my name is Hayato! Come in, come in."

"Let's start, fight me, using your quirk." Hayato smiled widely

Bakugou already understood. It was obviously a test. The man would probably take his quirk and knock him down to try to make the boy respect him. Or something stupid at that level.

Then Bakugou jumped towards Hayato, trying everything to get him right. And the result was clear from the start.

Hayato won.

Hayato's experience in fighting, strength, and skill was at a different level compared to the poor boy.

"Come on, don't be lazy, copy my position." he said, to the boy who was still on the ground after the defeat.

"Okay, damn ..."

Then, Katsuki training started.

. . .

Bakugou, after training, was at home.

He opened his backpack, took out a book on mathematics, and opened it; picking up more, an eraser, a pencil and a notebook in hand, he started to do his homework.

"Because that boy didn't do his lessons! Damn it!"

He remembered everything from his past life, including school subjects, and things the school doesn't teach.

. . .

-- 3 days later --

Katsuki was in his backyard, training his explosions:

"Bigger! Stronger! More destructive!" oh, a poor 10 year old boy training so hard! I almost feel sorry for her! Almost.

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Note: if you find any mistake, comment!

Have a great day!

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