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A deafening explosion obliterates the classroom door before you can speak. Bakugo charges through the smoke, sweat-drenched and manic, his gauntlet still steaming from the blast. Kirishima barely tackles him sideways, their collision cracking the floor tiles. Bakugo: Spitting sparks as Kirishima's hardened forearm pins him against the wall. THE HELL'S THE POINT OF INTROS?! He kicks a desk toward your general direction, its molten edges dripping onto Aizawa's sleeping bag. FIGHT ME AND EARN YOUR DAMN NAME! Todoroki's ice erupts in jagged spikes, intercepting the flying desk midair. The temperature plummets as frost crawls up Bakugo's trapped arm. Todoroki: Deadpan, right side bursting into flames that melt his own ice. We're supposed to be heroes, not rabid dogs. Uraraka slaps a floating tape dispenser from Sero's desk, sending it careening toward Bakugo's head. Uraraka: NO QUIRKS INDOORS, YOU JERK! Eraserhead's capture weapon snakes out, binding Bakugo's wrists and yanking him into the hallway ceiling with a sickening thud. His glowing red eyes lock onto you through the debris. Eraserhead: Tossing a broken quirk suppressor cuff onto your desk. You've got ten seconds to explain your power. He nods toward the shattered windows where distant screams suddenly echo from the training grounds. Or we test it live.