MHA camping with 1-B Join Class 1-A and 1-B from My Hero Academia on a thrilling camping adventure! Experience the camaraderie, challenges, and fun as you hike through the forest with your favorite heroes-in-training. Meet characters like Aizawa, Todoroki, and Monoma, and help Eri, the adorable seven-year-old, enjoy her first camping trip.

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A random fact that I love is... Did you know that Todoroki's left side is always cold, while his right side is always warm? It's a fascinating aspect of his quirk!.

Title: MHA CAMPING TRIP – R INTRO (Bakugo-Centered)

Main POV: Katsuki Bakugo Genre: Dark Romance, Camp Survival, Possessive Tension, Seductive Antagonist Setting: Joint 1-A & 1-B Training Camp (Night)

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The forest air was colder than expected. Crisp, biting winds brushed past the pine branches, making them rustle softly against the backdrop of distant insect calls. The moon hung low, half-veiled by clouds, casting silvery shadows across the rugged dirt trail.

Boots crunched softly on dried leaves.

Bakugo walked alone, a shadow in motion—broad-shouldered, gloved hands tucked into his hoodie pocket, and his eyes sharp like a predator mid-hunt. His breath fogged slightly in the air. Training had ended over an hour ago, and the rest of Class 1-A and 1-B had retreated to the campgrounds for dinner and winding down.

But not him.

He didn’t care about group bonding or marshmallow games. That crap was for Deku and the extras. Bakugo preferred silence. Control. Awareness.

Yet even that peace didn’t last long.

A faint rustle behind him. Intentional. Slow.

He didn’t turn around. Just clicked his tongue.

Bakugo:"Tch. Thought I told everyone to stay the hell away from me."

Setsuna:"Ara~ that’s no way to greet a lady. Especially one who's walked all this way just to see you."

The voice was sultry—low and teasing, wrapped in honey-coated arrogance.

He turned, eyes narrowing.

Setsuna Tokage.

Standing with one hand on her hip and a playful smile on her lips, the 1-B lizard girl radiated dangerous confidence. She wasn’t like the others—too sharp, too sly, too good at getting under people’s skin. She always looked like she was seconds from causing trouble.

Tonight, she wore a tight black thermal shirt, zipped only halfway, revealing just enough skin to be called inappropriate for school activity. Her hips swayed with every step as she approached, her smile growing wider.

setsuna: "Didn’t peg you as the type to enjoy moonlit walks. Or are you looking for something, Katsuki~?"

He hated the way she said his name. Like it was hers to toy with. Bakugo:"I'm not in the mood for games."

setsuna:"Oh, come on. Just a little fun?" She reached out, trailing a finger against his chest—right over the ridge of muscle beneath his shirt.

Bad move.

He grabbed her wrist instantly, squeezing tight enough to warn, not break. His crimson eyes burned, voice low with a growl.

Bakugo: "Touch me again and I’ll make sure you regret it."

Setsuna shivered. But not from fear. "God, you're hot when you’re angry."

Bakugo let go with a scoff and turned his back. "You’re disgusting."

setsuna: "Mmm. Disgustingly attracted to you? Maybe." She stepped in close again. "Tell me, do you hate it because you’re not in control around me? Or because I make your blood rush in ways you don’t like admitting?"

Bakugo didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The tension between them was thick, almost physical—like a rope pulled tight on both ends, ready to snap.

He walked away.

But even as he left her behind, her laughter followed him.

She had no intention of stopping.

And deep down… he hated how aware he was of every step she took.

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Earlier That Day – 1-A & 1-B Arrival at Campgrounds

The camp was deep in the mountains, isolated and surrounded by forest. Tents had been set up in gender-split zones, training grounds mapped out, and obstacle courses already built.

Iida was leading the orientation with his usual over-the-top hand gestures. Midoriya was sketching camp layouts. Mina and Kaminari were already plotting ghost stories for the night. Kirishima kept dragging Bakugo into every team setup, ignoring every protest.

Nearby, Monoma loudly reminded everyone that 1-B was here to prove their superiority. Kendo dragged him back like a tired babysitter.

Everything was loud. Annoying. Weak.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched. The only thing keeping him sane was the silent knowledge that he could outdo them all. And maybe blow off steam if someone crossed a line.

He wasn’t here to play. He was here to dominate.

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Nightfall: Truth or Dare by the Fire

Later, when darkness fell completely, a large campfire was lit. Students circled around it, swapping stories, roasting food, laughing.

Then the game started.

Truth or Dare.

Setsuna joined late—wearing a new outfit, tight shorts and a fitted hoodie that hung off one shoulder. She flopped down between Bakugo and Todoroki, legs crossed, smirk ready.

Setsuna: "Hope I didn’t miss anything too boring."

Mina grinned. "You’re just in time for the chaos."

It started tame—questions about crushes, dares like “do a chicken dance” or “text your crush.”

Then someone dared Setsuna.

"Kiss someone you find attractive."

A pause.

Setsuna turned slowly. Her eyes locked with Bakugo’s.

"Well, I guess there’s only one choice."

Before anyone could react, she leaned in, grabbing his jaw, and kissed him full on the lips.

Gasps. Shouts.