My Legacy, My Decree, My Will (BNHA x AOT)

Lunch at U.A. was usually a chaotic blend of lively conversation, the sound of trays clattering, and the occasional burst of laughter. Today, however, the classroom door of 1-A was the epicenter of something entirely different—a crowd of students from other classes had gathered, spilling into the hallway. Whispers buzzed through the group like static electricity.

"Is that him? The prince everyone's talking about?"

"I heard he's insanely strong. Like, ridiculous."

"And super tall! Did you see his hair? He's like a walking legend!"

Inside, Aiden leaned back in his chair, arms folded casually behind his head, his expression unreadable as he listened to the muffled chatter from the hallway. Celeste sat nearby, sipping water and casting occasional glances toward the door with a raised brow.

Toru was huddled close, clearly uneasy with all the attention.

"Are they always like this?" Aiden asked, tilting his head toward the door.

"Nope, this is all because of you, 'Your Majesty,'" Celeste replied, smirking behind her glasses.

"You should charge admission fees," Toru muttered, half-hiding behind Celeste.

Suddenly, a loud, haughty laugh pierced through the murmurs of the crowd. The students outside parted as Neito Monoma strutted to the front, his signature grin plastered across his face.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our 'royal guest.'" Monoma's tone dripped with mockery. "What an honour for us mere mortals to be graced by your presence, Your Highness!"

The crowd chuckled nervously, some even cheering him on. Aiden didn't move, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Monoma.

Kaminari sighed, already anticipating trouble. "Here we go..."

Monoma, emboldened by the crowd's reaction, stepped fully into the room. "Tell me, 'Prince,' do you always carry yourself like you're better than everyone else? Or is that just your natural aura? I mean, it's hard to tell with all that... arrogance."

Aiden slowly sat up, his previously laid-back demeanour shifting ever so slightly. His lips curled into a small, amused smile as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"And you are?" he asked lazily, pretending not to know Monoma's name.

The crowd gasped as Monoma's grin faltered for a moment. He recovered quickly, puffing out his chest. "I'm Neito Monoma, Class 1-B's star student. But I don't expect you to keep track of commoners."

"Oh, I won't," Aiden replied smoothly, leaning back again.

Monoma's face turned red as scattered laughter erupted from the classroom. He slammed his hand on a nearby desk, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Don't think for a second you're untouchable just because of your title!" Monoma snapped. "U.A. is for future heroes, not spoiled brats who think they can waltz in and—"

Before he could finish, Aiden stood up. His sheer height and imposing presence silenced the room. He walked toward Monoma, each step deliberate and heavy with purpose. The crowd at the door instinctively took a step back.

Monoma tried to hold his ground, his grin now looking more forced than ever. "What? You can't handle a little criticism?"

Aiden stopped right in front of him, his towering figure casting a shadow over Monoma. Without a word, he raised his hand and delivered a single, resounding bitch slap across Monoma's face.

"Woooo!! Bitch slap, hahahaha!!." Kirishima roared

The slap echoed through the room like a thunderclap. Monoma stumbled to the side, clutching his cheek, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The crowd gasped, some covering their mouths in shock.

"You talk too much," Aiden said calmly, brushing imaginary dust off his hand.

The classroom erupted into chaos. Several students from Class 1-B, who had been lurking in the crowd, surged forward, ready to defend their classmate. Kendo, Tetsutetsu, and others stepped into the room, their expressions a mix of anger and determination.

"You can't just hit someone like that!" Kendo shouted, her fists clenched.

Aiden didn't flinch. He stood tall, his expression bored as he looked at the group. "Oh? And what are you going to do about it?"

Before the situation could escalate further, a deep, commanding voice cut through the noise.

"ENOUGH!"

Vlad King, Class 1-B's homeroom teacher, stormed into the room, his face a mixture of anger and disappointment. The students froze, their bravado evaporating under his glare.

"What is going on here?" Vlad demanded, his sharp eyes scanning the room. He stopped when he saw Monoma, who was still holding his cheek.

"Monoma," Vlad said sternly. "Care to explain why you're disrupting another class during their lunch break?"

Monoma stammered, his usual cockiness replaced with genuine fear. "I-I was just—"

"Enough," Vlad interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You've embarrassed yourself and your class enough for one day. Everyone from 1-B, back to our classroom. Now."

The Class 1-B students hesitated, glancing between Vlad and Aiden, but ultimately obeyed. Monoma shot Aiden a venomous look before slinking away with the rest of his class.

Vlad turned to Aiden and gave him a pointed look. "And you... next time, let a teacher handle it."

Aiden smirked but nodded, giving a casual salute. "Of course, sir."

Vlad sighed and walked away, muttering something about the headache Monoma caused him daily.

As the door finally cleared, the remaining students in 1-A burst into laughter and chatter. Mina leaned over to Aiden, grinning. "That was amazing. You've got a mean slap, Your Majesty."

"Thanks, but I was holding back," Aiden replied with a wink.

Celeste rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't suppress a small smile. "Maybe try not to slap everyone who annoys you."

"Noted," Aiden said, clearly not meaning it.

Toru, still hiding behind Celeste, peeked out. "Do you think they'll try to get back at you?"

"They can try," Aiden said with a shrug. "But they won't succeed."

The group settled down, laughing and talking as they prepared for the lunch period. The incident was already being retold in exaggerated versions across the school, cementing Aiden's reputation as both untouchable and unapologetically bold.

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The hallways of U.A. buzzed with lively chatter as Class 1-A made their way to the cafeteria. Mina hung close to Aiden, laughing at how Monoma had been reduced to nothing more than a red-faced mess. Toru, still trying to recover from all the attention earlier, whispered conspiratorially to Celeste.

"I swear, this school gets weirder every day," Toru muttered, eyeing a few straggling students still peeking at Aiden from the corners of the hall.

"Well," Celeste replied, adjusting her glasses, "bringing royalty into the mix does tend to stir things up." She shot a sideways glance at Aiden, who seemed completely unfazed by the attention.

Kirishima nudged Aiden's arm. "Bro, that slap back there was so manly. I swear you shook the whole room!"

Aiden grinned, his golden eyes flashing with amusement. "I figured it was the only language Monoma would understand."

Bakugo, walking slightly ahead, scoffed. "Tch. That idiot deserved worse. Next time, don't hold back."

Mina gasped dramatically. "Aww, Kacchan! That almost sounded like you were praising Aiden!"

"SHUT UP!" Bakugo barked, his face flushing as the group burst into laughter.

As they turned a corner, the unmistakable aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, making everyone's stomachs growl. Kaminari groaned. "Man, I hope there's still katsudon left. Last time, Mineta grabbed the last plate, and I almost had to wrestle him for it."

"Just get there faster this time," Jirou said dryly.

As they approached the cafeteria doors, a sudden, blaring alarm ripped through the school's PA system.

"WARNING: There has been a breach at the main gate. All students are advised to stay in their classrooms until further notice."

The hallway erupted into chaos. Students from other classes started running in every direction, shouting over one another in confusion and fear. Some pressed themselves against the walls, trying to figure out what was happening.

"What the hell's going on?!" Kaminari shouted, his eyes wide.

"It's a breach!" Sero replied, equally panicked. "Are we under attack?!"

Aiden, however, didn't even flinch. He recognised this scenario immediately—it was just like in the anime. He let out a small sigh, his expression calm as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

"Relax," he said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "It's just a bunch of reporters. Nothing to lose your heads over."

His classmates turned to him in confusion, their panic momentarily paused.

"Reporters?" Toru asked, tilting her invisible head.

"Yeah," Aiden replied nonchalantly. "A horde of nosy reporters who probably climbed the gate(not literally) to snoop around. Trust me, it's not worth panicking over."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Mina asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Aiden just smirked. "Call it intuition."

While the rest of the class still looked uncertain, Tenya Iida stepped forward, his voice firm. "Regardless of the nature of the threat, we must remain calm! Everyone, listen up!"

The class snapped to attention as Tenya raised his arms in a commanding gesture. "Panic will only make things worse. Let's all stay together and proceed to the cafeteria in an orderly manner. Do not add to the chaos!"

A few students nodded, visibly calming down under Tenya's leadership. Aiden gave a small nod of approval as well. "Nice speech," he muttered under his breath.

As Tenya led the class toward the cafeteria, Aiden broke away from the group, heading in the opposite direction.

"Hey, where are you going?" Celeste called out, frowning.

"Just handling something," Aiden replied over his shoulder. "Save me a seat."

Celeste sighed but didn't press further. She knew better than to try stopping him when he had that look in his eyes.

Aiden strolled through the school's front courtyard, his steps steady and unhurried despite the chaos around him. Sure enough, as he reached the main gate, he found exactly what he'd expected: a swarm of reporters, cameras in hand, shouting questions and trying to push their way further onto the property.

Security guards were already trying to contain the situation, but the reporters were relentless. Some had even climbed halfway up the gate, their desperation to get a scoop overriding any sense of decorum.

"U.A. staff refuses to comment! What are they hiding?" one reporter shouted.

"Does the presence of royalty mean the school has changed its policies?" another demanded.

"What about the safety of the students? Is this institution really prepared to protect them?"

Aiden stopped a few feet away, crossing his arms as he observed the scene. His golden eyes gleamed with faint amusement as he listened to their ridiculous questions.

Finally, he cleared his throat loudly, his voice carrying over the chaos. "Oi."

The reporters froze, their eyes snapping to him. For a moment, there was silence as they recognised him. Then, like a dam breaking, they surged forward, all shouting at once.

"Aiden Fritz! Your Highness, can we get a comment?"

"Is it true you're considering leaving U.A. after the attack?"

"What do you think of the school's security measures?"

Aiden raised a hand, and the sheer force of his commanding presence made them quiet down almost immediately. He took a slow step forward, his expression calm but with an edge of menace that made even the boldest reporter take a step back.

"You lot have some nerve," Aiden said, his tone cold and deliberate. "Breaking into a school full of kids just to satisfy your greed for a headline? That's not just unprofessional—it's pathetic."

Several reporters exchanged uneasy glances, but one particularly bold man stepped forward, holding out a microphone. "With all due respect, Your Highness, the public has a right to know what's happening. Don't you think—"

Before he could finish, Aiden cut him off with a sharp glare.

"I don't think," Aiden said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "I know that if you ever pull a stunt like this again, you'll regret it."

He paused, letting his words sink in. Then, with a faint smirk, he added, "You remember Kaela, right? My bodyguard? The last time you lot tried harassing me, she wasn't exactly gentle. Shall I remind you of what happened?"

The reporters visibly paled at the mention of Kaela. The memory of her terrifyingly efficient "handling" of their last intrusion was clearly still fresh in their minds.

"I-I don't think that'll be necessary," one reporter stammered, lowering his camera.

"Good," Aiden said, his smirk widening. "Now, get off school property before I decide to call her again."

The reporters didn't need to be told twice. They quickly began retreating, some muttering apologies as they packed up their equipment and hurried back toward the gate.

As the last of them disappeared from sight, Aiden turned and walked back toward the school, his expression calm once more.

By the time Aiden rejoined his classmates in the cafeteria, the chaos had subsided. The students were seated and eating, the earlier alarm now just a faint memory.

Celeste looked up as Aiden approached. "Handled it, did you?"

"Of course," Aiden replied, sitting down and grabbing a tray of food. "They won't be bothering us again anytime soon."

Toru leaned forward, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What did you say to them?"

Aiden just grinned, popping a piece of chicken into his mouth. "Let's just say I reminded them why messing with me is a bad idea."

Mina laughed. "Classic Aiden. Always keeping things dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Aiden repeated, feigning offence. "That was poetry."

The table erupted into laughter, the earlier tension now completely replaced with camaraderie.

Aiden leaned back in his seat, enjoying the moment as the lively chatter of his classmates filled the air.

For now, all was right in his world.

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