Final Exams Prepration

The familiar hum of U.A.'s classrooms was soon overshadowed by a different kind of tension. One morning, Shota Aizawa, his voice as monotone as ever, delivered news that sent a ripple of anxiety through Class 1-A. "Alright, listen up. The final exams are around the corner."

A collective groan, quickly stifled, went through some of the students.

"And," Aizawa continued, his eyes scanning the room, "these aren't just any exams. If you fail, you won't be participating in the summer training camp."

Panic flared in the eyes of several students. Kaminari slumped in his chair, a visible cloud of dread forming around him. Mina Ashido gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her face. Even Sero looked concerned. The training camp was a crucial opportunity for Quirk development, a chance to get ahead. Failing meant being left behind.

Later, during lunch, the conversations across the cafeteria tables were dominated by the impending exams. The academic portion was daunting enough for some, but the practical exam was the real wild card.

"Man, I heard the practical exam's gonna be against robots again, like the entrance exam!" Kirishima speculated, his voice hearty but with an underlying nervousness. "That'd be tough, but at least we know what to expect, right?"

"No way, I heard it's gonna be something completely different," Sero interjected, shaking his head. "They wouldn't do the same thing twice. Maybe it's a rescue scenario, or even a hostage situation!"

"Ugh, please no," Kaminari groaned, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "I barely scraped by the midterms. If I fail this, I'm toast! No training camp for me!"

"Me too!" Mina wailed, burying her face in her hands. "My grades are always just barely passing! I need that camp to improve my acid!"

Yaoyorozu Momo, ever the diligent student, observed her classmates' distress with a sympathetic frown. "Kaminari-kun, Ashido-chan, please don't fret so much," she said, her voice gentle yet confident. "While the exams are indeed challenging, there's no need to despair. If you're struggling with the academic portion, or even just want to review practical strategies, I can help you." Her eyes brightened. "In fact, why don't you all come to my house this weekend? We can have a study session! I have plenty of space, and I can explain anything you find difficult."

The offer was met with immediate, enthusiastic acceptance from the struggling students. "Really, Yaomomo?! You'd do that for us?!" Kaminari exclaimed, his face lighting up.

"You're a lifesaver!" Mina cheered, practically leaping across the table to hug her.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu!" Iida chopped his hand in gratitude.

Indeed, all the students who were struggling with their grades or simply wanted an extra boost quickly accepted her generous invitation, their faces illuminated with relief and gratitude.

However, Bakugo Katsuki just scoffed from his seat, turning his head away. "Tch. I don't need any dumb study sessions. I'll pass on my own, obviously."

Shoto Todoroki, ever stoic, simply said, "No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, Yaoyorozu. But I prefer to study alone."

Momo's shoulders slumped slightly, a hint of disappointment crossing her features. She tried to hide it, but the thought of having everyone over had clearly excited her.

Minato, noticing her slight dejection, intervened with a playful smile. "Hmm, Bakugo-kun, Todoroki-kun," he said, drawing their attention. "Are you sure you want to miss out? Because if you come, I'll fight both of you. A proper spar. My treat."

Bakugo's eyes immediately snapped towards Minato, a familiar competitive glint igniting within them. "Huh?! You think you can take both of us, 'Yellow Flash'?! You're on, bastard!" His smirk returned, now filled with anticipation.

Todoroki's head tilted slightly, his interest piqued. A chance to fight Minato again, but this time in a controlled environment, for training. "A spar?" he confirmed, a rare spark of eagerness in his voice. "Very well. I will come."

Momo's face instantly lit up, her earlier disappointment completely forgotten. A wide, delighted grin spread across her face. "Oh, wonderful! All of you are coming! This will be marvelous!" She started to get positively giddy, practically vibrating with excitement. "Then I must start planning the preparations immediately! We'll need ample refreshments, study materials for every subject, perhaps some ergonomic chairs for optimal comfort..."

The classmates standing nearby, particularly Kaminari and Mina, exchanged a look of comical bewilderment and slight dread. "Oh, man," Kaminari muttered under his breath to Kirishima. "When Yaomomo plans something, she doesn't do it by halves, does she?"

"Yeah," Kirishima agreed, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "I think we're about to see what 'comfortable study environment' truly means for a rich kid."

The weekend arrived, and true to their word, all the students from Class 1-A who had accepted Momo's invitation found themselves standing before the colossal gates of the Yaoyorozu family manor. It wasn't just large; it was an architectural masterpiece, a sprawling estate that looked more like a historical landmark than a private residence.

"WHOA!" Kaminari gasped, his jaw hitting the floor for what felt like the tenth time that week. "Is this a house?! It's bigger than U.A.!"

"It's like a castle!" Mina shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Even Bakugo looked momentarily stunned, a rare moment of silence from him as he took in the sheer scale of the place. Todoroki's expression remained placid, but his gaze swept over the estate with a quiet, observant intensity.

The massive gates swung open silently, revealing manicured gardens and a long, winding driveway. As they approached the main entrance, Momo herself emerged, beaming, dressed in elegant but comfortable loungewear.

"Welcome, everyone! Please, come in, come in!" she greeted them warmly, her enthusiasm infectious. "I'm so glad you could all make it!"

The students, still feeling utterly overwhelmed by the sheer opulence, followed her into the manor. The interior was even more breathtaking – vast, high-ceilinged rooms, exquisite art, polished marble floors that gleamed under soft, ambient lighting. Momo led them through several impressive corridors until they reached a magnificent hall. It was immense, lined with elegant bookshelves filled with countless tomes, and in its center were several giant tables surrounded by plush, oversized chairs, looking more like something out of a grand banquet than a study area.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Momo gestured expansively, her voice filled with pride. "We can spread out here for our study session."

The students, still in a state of bewilderment, slowly took their seats around the grand tables. They felt incredibly small in the giant chairs. Just as they were settling in, Momo clapped her hands. Immediately, a small army of impeccably dressed maids and servants entered the hall. With practiced efficiency, they began to deliver an astonishing array of snacks and tea. Platters laden with delicate pastries, fresh fruit, gourmet sandwiches, and a selection of exotic teas materialized on the tables, served on fine china.

"WOAH!" Kirishima exclaimed, staring at the spread. "This is... incredible! Are we having a feast?!"

"I've never seen so many maids in one place," Jiro murmured, wide-eyed.

"This is how the rich people live," Sero whispered to Kaminari, both of them looking utterly bewildered but excited by the luxurious spread.

As they began to partake in the refreshments, trying to overcome their initial awe, they eventually settled into a rhythm of discussing the upcoming exams. Momo expertly guided them through difficult concepts, her explanations clear and concise. However, after an hour or so of intense academic discussion, even the most studious among them began to feel the mental fatigue. The conversation started to wane, and a general air of boredom, punctuated by frustrated groans over complex equations, began to creep in.

To break the monotony, Kaminari, ever the distractible one, leaned back in his chair, munching on a gourmet cookie. "Hey, Minato," he said, turning his attention to the Golden Flash. "So, you're like, super popular now, right? How does it even feel to be... well, you?"

Minato smiled, taking a sip of his tea. "Honestly," he replied, his voice calm and sincere, "it feels... a bit surreal. I'm grateful for the recognition, of course, and for the opportunities it presents. But ultimately, it just means there's more responsibility on my shoulders. It's less about popularity and more about what I can do with this platform to help people."

His honest, humble answer seemed to resonate with the class. The topic, however, quickly shifted. "Speaking of your popularity," Mina chirped, "your songs are still super catchy! 'We Will Rock You' is stuck in my head, like, all the time!"

"Yeah, and that one about courage!" Kirishima added, thumping his chest. "That's super manly!"

Soon, each classmate started talking about their favorite Minato song, recalling tunes from his debut album or his festival performance. The study session had fully morphed into a fan appreciation club.

Then, Hanta Sero, emboldened by the sugar and the relaxed atmosphere, grinned. "Hey, Minato! You know what would really liven things up? If you actually sang one for us! Live!"

A collective gasp went through the room, quickly followed by enthusiastic shouts. "Yeah! Sing one, Minato!" Kaminari urged.

"Please, Minato-kun!" Uraraka pleaded, her eyes sparkling.

"It would be an honor!" Iida chopped his hand.

Minato chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. Seeing that there was no way out, surrounded by their eager faces, he finally agreed. "Alright, alright! If it'll motivate you all to hit the books harder later, then I'll sing one."

Momo's eyes lit up again. "Oh, wonderful! What instrument would you like, Minato-kun? We have a grand piano, violins, a flute..." she began listing instruments.

Minato looked around, then his gaze settled on Jiro Kyoka. "Jiro-kun," he asked, "can you play the electric guitar?"

Jiro, usually reserved, felt a thrill go through her. "Yes! I can! I have all the instruments at the house, but I'm pretty good."

Minato then turned to Kirishima. "Kirishima-kun, can you play the drums?"

Kirishima's eyes widened. "Me?! I... I can keep a beat, sort of! I've always wanted to try proper drums!"

Momo clapped her hands immediately, a brilliant idea forming. "Excellent choices! Riku-san! Please set up a full drum kit, and bring an electric guitar with an amplifier and a stand here to the hall, immediately!"

While the servants efficiently moved to fulfill Momo's request, Minato took the opportunity to discuss the song with Jiro and Kirishima. He hummed the opening riff, demonstrating the rhythm and melody. Jiro listened intently, nodding as she grasped the tune, while Kirishima concentrated on the beat.

Once the setup was finished, the electric guitar gleamed under the hall's lights, and the drum kit stood ready. Minato took center stage, a mic stand appearing as if by magic. Jiro picked up the guitar, plugging it in, a thrill running through her as she held the professional instrument. Kirishima sat at the drums, a nervous but excited grin on his face.

Minato gave them a nod. Jiro's fingers danced over the fretboard, a crisp, clean riff filling the grand hall, followed by Kirishima's surprisingly steady, driving drum beat. Then, Minato's voice, clear and powerful, soared through the air.

(Music starts: Best Song Ever by One Direction)

Maybe it's the way she walked (wow)

Straight into my heart and stole it

Through the doors and passed the guards (wow)

Just like she already owned it

I said, "Can you give it back to me?"

She said, "Never in your wildest dreams."

Kaminari: "Yessss! This is gonna be awesome!" He immediately started swaying, then launched into a series of goofy, exaggerated dance moves, much to Mina's amusement.

Mina: "Woohoo! Get it, Minato!" She began to dance freely, her movements fluid and energetic, pulling Kaminari into a mock dance-off.

And we danced all night to the best song ever

We knew every line

Now I can't remember

How it goes but I know

That I won't forget her

'Cause we danced all night to the best song ever

I think it went oh, oh, oh

I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah

I think it goes...

Uraraka: (giggles)She started tapping her foot, a soft smile on her face. Even Iida, though stiff, was nodding his head to the beat.

Jiro: (grins, her earphone jacks swaying) She nailed the guitar riff, her eyes closed in concentration, clearly enjoying playing such an upbeat song. Kirishima was keeping a surprisingly solid beat, a look of fierce determination on his face.

Said her name was Georgia Rose (wow)

And her daddy was a dentist

Said I had a dirty mouth (I got a dirty mouth)

But she kissed me like she meant it

I said, "Can I take you home with me?"

She said, "Never in your wildest dreams."

The chorus hit, and the entire class erupted. Mina and Kaminari were now full-on dancing, laughing loudly, occasionally bumping into each other. Sero joined in, attempting a moonwalk that was more slide than glide. Even Tsuyu swayed gently, a rare smile on her face.

Iida: (chopping his hands in rhythm) "This tempo is most invigorating! A fine choice, Minato-kun!" He began a more dignified, almost robotic dance, amusing everyone.

Bakugo: (arms crossed, a scowl on his face) He still maintained his tough exterior, but a faint, almost imperceptible tap of his foot betrayed his true enjoyment. His head bobbed just slightly to the rhythm, an involuntary reaction. Damn it, this song is catchy, he grudgingly admitted to himself.

Todoroki: His eyes were still calm, but a tiny, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. He was tapping his fingers on the table in rhythm, and a slight sway could be seen in his shoulders. 

And we danced all night to the best song ever

We knew every line

Now I can't remember

How it goes but I know

That I won't forget her

'Cause we danced all night to the best song ever

I think it went oh, oh, oh

I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah

I think it goes...

Momo: (clapping her hands in delight) She watched her classmates, her face radiating pure joy. This was exactly what she had hoped for – a moment of shared happiness and camaraderie, breaking the tension of the exams.

The energy in the hall was palpable. Students were singing along at the top of their lungs, some linking arms, others just flailing wildly in pure enjoyment. The grand, elegant hall had been transformed into a lively, joyous concert venue.

As the final notes rang out, punctuated by Kirishima's enthusiastic drum crash and Jiro's sharp final chord, the hall erupted in cheers and applause. Everyone was flushed, beaming, and energized. The study session had officially turned into a spontaneous, high-energy concert, a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that cut through the stress of impending exams, all thanks to Minato's unexpected talent and Momo's incredible hospitality.