MHA: A King's Legacy (BNHA x AOT)

Aiden walked to the front of the room, activating a small holographic projector from his watch. The room dimmed as a 3D model of Baymax appeared, spinning slowly in mid-air.

"This is Baymax," Aiden began. "He's an adaptive AI healthcare companion designed to monitor and respond to a user's health needs. His primary function is to provide medical assistance, but his neural interfacing capabilities allow him to analyze and learn from his environment, adapting to situations beyond healthcare."

As Aiden explained Baymax's design, including his neural integration and decision-making algorithms, the class leaned in with rapt attention. Even the usually stoic Go Go and Wasabi seemed genuinely intrigued.

When he finished, Professor Monroe clapped lightly. "Excellent presentation, Aiden. It's rare to see such advanced innovation from someone your age. I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll contribute during your time here."

After Aiden returned to his seat, Professor Monroe began her lecture, diving into the complexities of neuro-tech applications.

She displayed a holographic model of a human brain, highlighting regions that interact with neural interfaces.

"The key to successful neural interfacing," she explained, "is understanding how to harmonize artificial signals with natural brainwave patterns. Mismatched frequencies can lead to rejection or even neurological damage. Our goal is to create seamless integration."

She moved on to case studies, showcasing examples of successful and failed experiments in neural interfacing. One student raised their hand, asking about the ethical implications of such technology.

"An excellent question," Professor Monroe said. "Ethics are crucial in this field. We must consider issues like consent, data privacy, and the potential for misuse. That's why regulations and accountability are as important as innovation."

The students were encouraged to ask questions and share their thoughts throughout the lecture. Honey Lemon raised her hand to discuss her ongoing project involving chemical neural enhancers.

Go Go inquired about the durability of neural implants under extreme conditions. Aiden, inspired by the discussion, asked about potential applications for adaptive neural tech in prosthetics.

Professor Monroe engaged with each question thoughtfully, fostering a dynamic and interactive learning environment. The room buzzed with energy, the students' passion for innovation driving the conversation forward.

As the class ended, Professor Monroe assigned a collaborative project for the semester, pairing students based on their interests and expertise.

Aiden was partnered with Honey Lemon, much to her delight.

"I think we'll make an awesome team!" she said, grinning as they gathered their things.

Aiden chuckled. "No doubt about it."

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[An hour later]

The chemistry lab at SFIT was a place of organized chaos. Beakers bubbled, Bunsen burners hissed, and colorful fumes curled into the air, creating a kaleidoscope of activity. Aiden, Honey Lemon, Fred, and a handful of other students walked into the lab, greeted by the peculiar aroma of chemicals and faint singed plastic.

Behind the central desk stood Professor Ignatius "Iggy" Fizzlebottom, a diminutive man with wild, unkempt white hair, oversized goggles perched on his nose, and a lab coat that looked as though it had survived several chemical explosions.

His frenetic energy was palpable as he paced back and forth, muttering excitedly to himself.

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" Professor Fizzlebottom greeted them with a theatrical flourish, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Today, my dear students, we delve into the fine art of alchemical chaos! Or, as I like to call it, 'Kaboomistry!'"

Fred leaned over to Aiden and whispered, "This guy's my spirit animal."

Fizzlebottom clambered onto a stool to reach the blackboard, where he hastily sketched out formulas that looked more like abstract art than chemistry.

"Today, we shall explore how anything can be turned into an explosive masterpiece with the correct proportions and a dash of creativity," he declared, pointing at his notes with a spatula for no apparent reason.

"But not just any explosions—artistic explosions! Colors! Sparkles! Geysers! Kabooms that leave a lasting impression!"

The students exchanged wary glances as Fizzlebottom clapped his hands. "Now, my budding pyrotechnicians, to your stations! Ingredients and safety goggles are provided. Remember: safety first, but fun is mandatory!"

Honey Lemon, as usual, dove into her work with unbridled enthusiasm. Her workstation quickly became a riot of colors as she mixed various compounds, humming cheerfully.

"I'm going for a rainbow effect!" she exclaimed, carefully adding a bright pink liquid to her concoction. "Imagine an explosion that paints the sky!"

Aiden watched nervously from his station as Honey's beaker began to bubble ominously. "Uh, Honey? That's starting to look a little... volatile."

"Nonsense!" Honey replied, waving a hand dismissively. "Science is all about experimentation!"

Seconds later, her beaker erupted in a burst of multicolored foam, spraying her and everyone within a five-foot radius. She blinked, now sporting streaks of pink, blue, and yellow across her face.

"Whoops," she said sheepishly. "I guess I overdid the phosphorescent stabilizer."

Meanwhile, Fred had taken a decidedly less subtle approach. His workstation resembled a mad scientist's lair, complete with a pile of glowing, unmarked vials.

"Let's make some fireworks!" he announced, gleefully dumping a bright red powder into a flask of thick green liquid. The mixture hissed and began to glow.

"Fred," Honey called from her now multicolored station, "what are you even doing?"

"Making art, my friends!" Fred replied, stirring his concoction with a dramatic flourish.

The resulting reaction produced a small but intense fire geyser that shot into the air, accompanied by popping sounds like mini-explosions.

The flames danced and flickered, drawing gasps and laughter from the other students.

"That... is both terrifying and amazing," Aiden admitted.

Fred grinned. "I call it the Infernal Symphony!"

Aiden, on the other hand, was struggling. Chemistry had never been his strong suit, and today's chaotic energy wasn't helping. His station was already a mess of spilled powders and half-filled beakers.

"All right," he muttered, studying his notes. "Let's see if I can at least make something that doesn't blow up in my face."

He carefully measured out a silvery liquid and added it to a flask of translucent blue gel. For a moment, nothing happened. Encouraged, he added a pinch of sparkling purple dust.

The mixture fizzed. Then it bubbled. Then it exploded, sending a plume of glitter and smoke into the air.

When the chaos subsided, Aiden stood frozen, his hair now shimmering with a layer of glitter.

"Well," Aiden said, coughing through the glitter cloud, "that could've gone better."

Honey Lemon giggled. "It's okay, Aiden! Glitter explosions are the best kind of explosions!"

As the students surveyed the aftermath of their experiments, Professor Fizzlebottom clapped his hands. "Marvelous! Simply marvelous! You've all demonstrated exceptional enthusiasm, if not precision. Now, allow me to show you how it's really done."

He shuffled to the front of the room, where a large, ominous-looking apparatus awaited. With a flourish, he began combining ingredients with the practiced ease of someone who had clearly done this a thousand times (and survived every misstep).

"This, my dear students, is the pinnacle of Kaboomistry," he declared. "Behold: the Aurora Detonator!"

The students leaned forward in anticipation as Fizzlebottom activated the device. A low hum filled the room, building to a crescendo. Then, with a deafening boom, the Aurora Detonator released a spectacular burst of light and color.

The explosion painted the room in shimmering waves of blue, green, and gold, creating a dazzling light show. For a moment, everyone was speechless, awestruck by the beauty of it.

Then the effects hit. Aiden felt his hair stand on end as a sudden static charge ran through the room. When the lights returned to normal, everyone looked around—and burst into laughter.

Each student's hair had been transformed into a wild new style and colour. Aiden's dreadlocks now glowed faintly green, while Honey Lemon's hair had turned bright purple and stood on end like she'd been electrocuted. Fred's hair was a fiery orange, matching his pyrotechnic personality.

Fizzlebottom beamed. "Ah, the pièce de résistance! A visual reminder of the beauty of chaos.

The students cleaned up their stations, still laughing and marveling at their new looks, Fizzlebottom called out, "Remember, my young alchemists: science is an art, and art is an explosion! Never forget the joy of discovery, no matter how messy it gets!"

Aiden, now sporting green glowing locks and a newfound respect for chemistry, grinned. "Well, this was definitely a class to remember."

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