Sussy Baka in MHA-Chapter 68: Just Another Day in the Life of the Sussy Baka

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The day U.A. resumed its activities, Suzaku could be seen in his school uniform, walking to school with his bag slung over his shoulder. His expression was totally impassive—not a single hint of turmoil showing on his face.

But even though he looked like that, the truth couldn't be any different from that.

'Holy shit, I'm a millionaire now...'

Right now, he was utterly baffled, confused, startled, dumbfounded, and brain-fried.

And he'd been like that since yesterday, ever since a suited-up guy showed up at his apartment and gave him the news about everything Tatsuo had left him after his passing.

He always figured that if something like this ever happened, he'd be jumping in the air with happiness—maybe even running around the streets naked just to emphasize the point.

But right now?

His brain simply wasn't braining.

The only thing running through his mind were the same words he'd thought of just now:

'Holy shit, I'm a millionaire now...'

It was like he couldn't think of anything else.

"Hey, isn't that the kid who won the Sports Festival?"

"Yeah... Should we ask for an autograph? If he hits it big as a hero, it'll be priceless."

"You crazy? Did you see how he beat up his classmates? There's no way I'm getting close to him. What if we annoy him? We'll get beat up too!"

"True that. Guess we'll just leave him alone."

Not even the constant chatter around him as he walked through the streets—people pointing at him and talking about the Sports Festival—could divert his thoughts. On any other day, he might've smirked at that, but most certainly not today.

Not even his hatred for waking up early managed to sway him. That annoyance had been completely overlapped by the shock the moment his eyes snapped open, his expression remaining blank throughout all morning.

He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

All he had worked for, his main objective since arriving in this world—the only reason he'd even taken this path—all of it was suddenly accomplished, out of the blue, and without even a warning.

Tatsuo had left him enough money to live a life of leisure and luxury, only falling a bit short if he made it to, like, 100 years old or something.

He'd expected to achieve that goal years from now, after a long grind of being a really REALLY popular hero. But for it to just happen one day out of nowhere? Yeah, his brain was not equipped to process that.

Not even normal thoughts like what to buy now that he was a rich kid, or how to use that money crossed his mind. He was just trying to assimilate what had happened yesterday.

And so, with that same lost state of mind, he made his way to school, passing by countless people starting their day—just like him. Sometimes he received glares for being the trending winner of the Sports Festival; other times, people didn't even acknowledge him, too focused on their own lives.

After what felt like hours of walking for his troubled head, he finally reached the school grounds, heading straight for his classroom.

-Shaaa-

The moment he slid the door open, all eyes landed on him.

Though, even then, Suzaku's mind remained elsewhere.

"..."

He ignored the glances from his classmates, walked straight to his seat, plopped down, and leaned back, staring at the ceiling once he got comfortable.

'Holy shit, I'm a millionaire now...'

Needless to say, his body was running on autopilot. Which was the only reason he had made it to school.

As Suzaku remained trapped in his trance, Tetsutetsu approached, raising a hand in greeting. "Oh, Suzaku!"

"..." Suzaku's eyes slowly shifted toward him. After a brief silence, he opened his mouth.

"Who are you?"

Tetsutetsu's face twisted in mild annoyance. "...What are you talking about, man?"

But when Suzaku's blank expression didn't change, a hint of worry crept in, making him take a step forward and shake Suzaku back and forth, his expression pale with shock.

"It's me, Tetsutetsu!"

Suzaku's eyes drooped shut. "No, you're not."

Tetsutetsu's frantic shake stopped, and his mouth twitched. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Hell if I know," Suzaku muttered, opening his eyes again to stare bleakly at Tetsutetsu. His gaze was distant as he mumbled, "I don't know anything anymore... This world doesn't make sense... Everything is upside down."

As Suzaku rambled on with his nonsensical blabbering, Itsuka walked into the classroom, setting her things down before noticing the redhead's bizarre state and Tetsutetsu's worried face.

"What's with him?" she asked, sitting on her seat as she stared at Suzaku like he was some kind of broken vending machine.

"I don't know. He's been like this since he got here," Tetsutetsu replied with a wry tone, crossing his arms in frustration.

Suzaku, oblivious to their concern, continued, "What is the world but the scenery in which we live? And what am I without the scenery? Am I real? What even is the definition of real?"

Itsuka sweatdropped. What was he even talking about?

Leaning forward, she snapped her fingers right in front of Suzaku's face.

His eyes darted to her.

"..."

"..."

For a moment, both locked eyes...

"...Real should be what I consider real... But if I don't consider myself real... am I? What about lies? They're not real... are they?"

... Only for Suzaku to resume his blabbering the next instant.

Itsuka sighed, her sweatdrop practically permanent at this point. "What in the world got into him?"

Tetsutetsu shrugged, equally at a loss.

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| An hour or so later... |

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After a weird class where even Vlad King looked as confused as everyone else about Suzaku's state, and even prompted him to go to get a check out from Recovery Girl—advice that entered one of Suzaku's ears, and left by the other—the redhead walked out of the room, driven by nothing more than muscle memory as he headed to find something to eat.

His mind? Still fried.

"Amongus... Impostor... Emergency call... Sus..."

No, it was getting worse.

Fortunately for him, though, salvation was just around the corner.

-Thud-

Suddenly, someone bumped shoulders with Suzaku, snapping him out of his ramblings, and making him turn to see who the "aggressor" was.

"Watch where you're going, damn red-headed bastard!"

...Bakugo.

The instant Suzaku heard Bakugo's complaint, a brief flare of anger surged within him.

"What did you—"

But that anger was snuffed out just as quickly by a sudden, overpowering thought.

One that, at last, erased the confusion from his mind.

"—wait a second... I'm a millionaire! HAHAHA!" With a booming laugh, Suzaku spun around, turning his back on Bakugo and walking away with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

Bakugo stood frozen, blinking in sheer disbelief.

"...The hell's wrong with that guy?"

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|After lunch|

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Once recess ended, the students of 1-B returned to their classroom for their last class of the day, and probably, the most important one. As there, they'd finally talk about the matter of the internships, and something else...

However, upon entering, they were all met with an unexpected sight.

With his feet kicked up on his desk, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, and an aura of smugness so thick it was practically visible, Suzaku could be seen sitting back, lazily staring at the front board like a king surveying his kingdom.

The moment he spotted his classmates, he turned to greet them.

"Salutations, peasants."

Itsuka deadpanned. "Yep. He's already lost it."

Tetsutetsu shook his head solemnly. "Suzaku is gone..."

The entire class stared at him with flat expressions before collectively deciding it wasn't worth the effort. With a synchronized lack of interest, they simply ignored him and went back to their seats.

As Itsuka sat down, she glanced at Suzaku. "Vlad-sensei's about to get here. You should put your feet down."

Suzaku scoffed. "And why should I? Someone of my status couldn't care less about some—"

—Click.

"Listen to her, Suzuki." A voice came from the door of the class as it opened.

"Yessir."

The moment he heard it, Suzaku snapped into a proper sitting position so fast it was almost instinctual. However, after a second of processing what he had done, he softly hit the table with his fist and cursed under his breath.

"...Dang."

As Suzaku silently lamented the lingering commoner instincts messing with his behavior, Vlad King decided to ignore him entirely and got straight to the lesson.

"Alright, everyone. As I mentioned during the Festival, today's Special Hero Informatics class will focus on the upcoming internships you'll be taking on soon. More importantly..." He let the words hang for a moment. "We'll be reviewing who received offers—and who didn't."

A collective gulp echoed through the classroom. Nervous energy spread like wildfire as students braced themselves for the results.

Letting them stew for a moment, Vlad King continued.

"Normally, internships like these are reserved for second and third-year students, once they've gained enough experience to actually assist Pro Heroes in meaningful ways. But since offers have been extended to you all as well, that should tell you something about the expectations being placed on your future potential."

His eyes swept over the room, his tone serious as he made sure they understood the weight of the situation.

Once the tension in the room had settled in just enough, he smirked.

"And just so you know, these offers aren't set in stone. If the Pros lose interest in you before graduation, they can and will revoke them."

"So we'll have to prove we're worth it while working with them..." Itsuka muttered under her breath, brows furrowing in thought.

Vlad King nodded. "Exactly. And for those of you who didn't receive any offers, don't get discouraged. You still have two more years to make a name for yourselves. Don't get impatient."

With that, he grabbed a remote from his desk and aimed it at the board.

"Now, let's see the numbers for those lucky enough to receive offers."

-click-

Right away, the board lit up like a screen, and soon, all eyes were glued to the displayed rankings—save for one student in the back, who remained in his own world.

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[Class B No. of Offers]

Suzaku Suzuki: 505

Ibara Shiozaki: 283

Juzo Honenuki: 211

Itsuka Kendo: 128

Kojiro Bondo: 74

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: 68

Manga Fukidashi: 34

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"Damn," Sen was the first to mutter from his seat, disappointed he hadn't gotten any.

And much like him, many disappointed sighs filled the room as reality settled in for those who didn't receive offers.

Of course, not everyone took the news the same way.

"Let's fricking go!"

Tetsutetsu shot up from his seat, flexing his bicep and pumping his fist in celebration.

"Tetsutetsu, sit down."

"—Ah, sorry, sensei."

With Vlad's stern reminder, he awkwardly lowered himself back into his seat. But that didn't stop him from grinning like an idiot, now pumping his fist under the desk in silent victory.

Others, like Manga, simply tapped happily on their desks, dancing to the happy tunes playing inside their heads.

Some let out relieved sighs, glad they weren't at the bottom, while others side-eyed their more successful classmates with faint envy. Most of those jealous stares naturally landed on Suzaku.

Not that he noticed.

Rather than worrying about where he'd be interning after this, Suzaku looked like his only concern was what he'd eat once class ended.

Once the students had enough time to process their results, Vlad King resumed his talk.

"Like I said before, those without offers will still be able to choose from the agencies affiliated with U.A., so don't stress over it." His gaze swept across the class, ensuring the message sank in before his lips curled into a slight smirk. "Now that we're done with that, it's time for the next part of the lesson."

A heavy sense of dread filled the room.

The serious tone of the class made it obvious that whatever came next wouldn't be easy.

Then—

Smack!

Vlad King's palm struck his desk as he made his announcement.

"Code Names!"

In an instant, the gloomy atmosphere shattered, replaced by pure excitement.

"For real?!"

"We finally get our hero names?!"

"Oh, that makes sense, since we're about to start internships we gotta get our Hero names!"

-Snore...-

Vlad King's eye twitched. "Suzuki, wake up."

Suzaku jolted upright. "Huh? Ah, yessir—Aw dang it."

Vlad King shook his head before addressing the class again.

"Yes. Most heroes choose their names during their internships and stick with them all the way until they go pro. Of course, there are cases where that changes, but that's usually due to the public's reaction not being ideal. That's something you'll have to consider during your internships. So take this seriously and don't joke around, otherwise—"

-Shaaaaa-

The door slid open abruptly.

"Otherwise, you'll have hell to pay later!"

With a dramatic entrance, the ever-scantily dressed Midnight strolled into the classroom.

Some students looked at her with surprise. Others, though, had less innocent thoughts.

She swayed her hips as she walked up to the podium.

"Because a lot of hero names students pick end up sticking with them for their whole careers!"

Vlad King crossed his arms. "I already explained that."

"...Eh?"

Midnight's sultry pose froze mid-motion, and she turned to Vlad with an indignant expression.

"Wait... but we practiced this!"

Vlad rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Yeah... I kinda rambled and forgot you were waiting outside the whole time..."

"Alright, alright, stop!" She cut him off before he embarrassed her further, then cleared her throat and turned back to the class.

"Well, children, as I was saying, today you'll be choosing your hero names. I'll be overseeing them to make sure they're appropriate and giving advice if needed." She crossed her arms, taking on a more serious tone. "These names will shape your image and reflect what kind of hero you want to become. So choose wisely."

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As Midnight spoke, Vlad walked down the aisles, handing out small whiteboards.

"Take one and pass the rest back." He said to the people at the front, watching as they began distributing the boards.

Once everyone had one, the class fell into total silence.

All the students were too focused, determined to craft the perfect name—one that would make them stand out as heroes.

Well... almost all of them.

'A hero name, huh? Can't say I've given it much thought until now, despite it being pretty important.' Suzaku scratched the back of his head with a troubled expression, before letting out an annoyed groan. 'A millionaire like me shouldn't have to stress over something like this. Let's just not put too much thought into it...

Tapping his pen on his lips a few times, Suzaku lazily brainstormed the first thing that came to mind.

A few moments later, his lips curled into a smirk.

He confidently scribbled down his answer, then leaned back to admire his masterpiece, barely holding back laughter.

Some of his classmates glanced at him, but quickly dismissed it as typical Suzaku behavior before returning to their own work.

After about ten minutes, Vlad King spoke up.

"Alright, does everyone have their hero names?"

The class nodded, and Midnight gestured toward the podium with an encouraging smile.

"Great! Now, let's hear them."

A few groans were heard at the realization that they had to present their names in front of everyone. But it was an obvious outcome, so no one complained for long.

The first to step up was Kamakiri, the mantis-like student with blade arms.

He stood at the podium, lifted his board with a serious expression, and declared—

"Jack Mantis."

Midnight gave him a thumbs-up. "Intimidating, and it fits your style!"

The class applauded, fired up by the sense that they were really stepping into their hero roles.

Encouraged by the energy in the room, more students stepped up.

Setsuna went by "Lizardy."

Shoda, the class rep, went with "Mines."

Sen very creatively chose the name "Spiral."

Not the most original, but it was better than "The Drill." or something like that.

One by one, students presented their hero names, receiving nods of approval and cheers from their classmates.

Then, it was Suzaku's turn.

Vlad King sighed. "Suzuki, your turn."

Suzaku, who had been zoning out again, blinked before casually strolling up to the podium.

For the first time since class started, his face was completely serious. Like he was about to reveal a secret that entailed the survivance of the whole human race.

-Tap-

The moment he reached the front, he placed his board down, facing the class.

A faint rustling sound spread across the room as students leaned forward to read what was written, and when they did, they became speechless.

Then, in a deep, solemn voice—Suzaku spoke.

"Sussy Baka."

-Silence...-

After enough time for everyone to process it had passed, Midnight blinked perplexedly and asked. "Sussy what?"

"Sussy Baka." Suzaku repeated, his face not showing a single emotion while doing so, showing he was completely serious about it.

Or at least, he seemed so.

Midnight smiled wryly, evidently at a loss here. "Excuse me... could you please explain it? I'm not entirely sure what it means."

Suzaku paused, his expression freezing for a moment.

However, after a few seconds, he smiled confidently. "It's because of my whole name. Suzaku Suzuki, I thought the Sus part would make good for a name, hence Sussy. As for the Baka... Uh... Because it'll make kids laugh?"

Midnight got all pensive, massaging his chin as she observed the words.

After what felt like an eternity, she smiled, giving Suzaku a thumbs up.

"Alright, I approve it! I look forward to your achievements in the future, Sussy Baka!"

"Pfft."

"Did you laugh?"

"No, sorry, that was a sneeze. I'll be going to my seat now."

Trying to avoid having his face seen by either of the two teachers, Suzaku walked swiftly to his seat at the back.

As he sat, though, Itsuka gave him a look.

"What?" Suzaku asked, looking falsely innocent.

She squinted her eyes. "You're barely being able to hold that smirk from showing on your face, what does it really mean?"

Suzaku shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Itsuka grumbled discontently, but ultimately, gave up on uncovering the truth as soon, as it was her turn.

She went up the podium and showed the board to everyone, where the name "Battle Fist" was written, gaining claps from everyone before she got down the podium.

As she returned to her seat, Suzaku muttered something under her breath.

"At least your hero name is more creative than your Quirk's."

"What did you say?" She shot Suzaku a look, but he quickly looked away, causing her to scoff in annoyance. "Like yours is any better, Mr. Glasses."

Suzaku simply turned to look back at her and made his glasses go RBG mode, leaving Itsuka speechless.

After her, the rest of the class continued showcasing the hero names they had come up with. Tetsutetsu chose the name Real Steel, to which Suzaku muttered something about it being a great movie.

No one got the reference.

Other names like Gevaudan, Phantom Thief, Long Weizi, Rule, Comicman, etc... also came up.

By the last part of the class, everyone had already chosen their name, and with that done, Vlad King clapped his hands. "Alright, that's settled. Now, about internships—"

He grabbed a massive stack of papers.

"They'll last about a week. If you got offers, you'll have a list of agencies to pick from. If you didn't, you'll have to choose from one of forty agencies that accept interns from our school."

He handed the stacks out, including one to Suzaku.

Suzaku took one glance at his pile of papers and frowned. There were at least 500 pages there.

And his frown only deepened when Vlad King added a few more words.

"I expect you all to turn in your decision before the weekend."

With that, the two teachers left, leaving the students to start looking through their choices or discussing enthusiastically with their classmates.

Suzaku, on the other hand, was just staring at his stack with a dead look.

"Yeah, screw this."

Without a second thought, he flipped straight to the last pages, ignoring 99% of the other offers, and focusing only on the best heroes that had offered him chances to intern under them.

Of course, what he was looking for was a Solo-working type hero, so if there was not one amongst those top heroes, he'd just begin looking at the other pages.

But for now, he preferred to avoid all that work.

Suddenly, his eyes gained a surprised glint.

He had found it—an offer from a solo hero.

A Top 10 hero, even.

However, when he saw the name of the hero, he tilted his head in confusion.

"Mirko? What kinda name is that?"

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-To be Continued...-

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