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“So, when’s your first day, sensei?”
Mirko purred, downing another shot as she turned to face you properly, elbow on the table and her chin pressed against her palm.
It was apparently her ‘day off’, though you didn’t know whether any of the top ten pro heroes actually got those, you rolled your eyes and brushed it off.
“Tuesday. I’m surprised they even chose me, to be honest, I might’ve been half asleep when I wrote that email.” You sighed, popping the lid off your own beer bottle and taking a sip. You winced, tail flicking upwards slightly. God, was all alcohol this trashy?
She snorted. “Well, you’re pretty good with kids, aren’t you? You’re all soft and shy, kids hate strict teachers. Plus, you’ll have more action in your life. Still don’t get what’s so fun about being an accountant.”
You shrugged, crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat as your posture relaxed slightly.
It was a pretty local bar, so there weren’t as much sweaty, drunk men bustling around and bumping into you. That hadn’t erased the attention though, after all, you were currently seated next to the No. 5 Pro Hero in japan. It was almost like every time you two went out together, the amount of screaming, excited otakus increased.
“To be honest, it was kinda only for the money.” You said, after thinking to yourself for a moment.
But I guess you’re right anyway, all that ‘underground hero’ shit won’t go to waste.” You added, squinting slightly as you tried to imagine yourself in a classroom full of loud teenagers. Wasn’t ideal, but since it was literally the U.A you were going to be teaching at, you were sure it would be a little less unruly than your average highschool. Or atleast you hoped it was.
Standing in front of the tall, looming building two days later, you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly. It was like you’d almost forgotten how much you hated highschool yourself when you were a teenager, god knows why you decided to ever click send on that email. You could feel your ears flattening slightly, and a look of irritation briefly crossed your features at the sensation.
Unfortunately it was too late to back out now anyway.
You had collected your schedule a while ago, from the mouse-like principal who ran this school. Class 1-B, surprisingly, the Hero course. You supposed Mirko was right when she said this place would bring more action into your life.
…
Soon enough, after around ten minutes of wandering around several halls and receiving curious glances from passing students, you reached quite a tall, imposing wooden door, the very noticeable lettering reading ‘1-B’.
You sighed, pushing the door open.
“WHAAT?! So you chose to be our teacher instead of a staff teacher for class 1-A?! Doesn’t that mean class 1-A is more insufferable?! HAH! I thought class 1-A was supposed to be better than class-“
..You tuned out after that, watching as a sensible-looking ginger girl quickly got up and smacked the back of the screaming boy’s neck, smiling in apology at you as the loud blonde slumped unconscious back into his seat.
The class was certainly.. varied. In general, there only seemed to be one or two students who would probably get on your nerves, which you decided was tolerable enough for the time being.
And after a slightly more detailed introduction of yourself, including an explanation of your quirk, they seemed to relax slightly. You were only going to be teaching their last lesson today, probably training of some kind. But other than that, their lesson plans today were mostly just in-classroom sessions, like english and maths.
And as if reading your mind, the door suddenly swung open with surprising force, revealing a lanky yet fashionable-looking man with certainly.. eye catching blonde hair. “YO! What’s up my students?!” He bellowed, the biggest grin plastered on his face.
The classroom erupted in excited giggles and cheers for, ‘Present Mic’ apparently. You vaguely remembered the name being mentioned in one of the countless conversations with a drunken Rumi.
You really couldn’t help the slight twitch of your lips at his joyful energy, before you faced towards the class again. “I‘ll see you all after lunch then,” You dismissed, gathering a folder in your hands as you turned to walk out. You only managed to take a couple steps forward though, because Present Mic stopped you abruptly in the doorway, peering down at you quite ominously through orange-tinted sunglasses.
“You must be the new homeroom teacher for 1-B! Glad to meet you, I’m Present Mic! Just call me Mic, though.” he said casually, extending a hand out with the same grin not leaving his face.
You were so startled by his sudden greeting that you jumped slightly, but quickly brushed it off and smiled on instinct.
“Of course, I’m [l/n] [y/n]. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said gently, accepting his very intense handshake, though you tried to pitch your voice slightly louder to match his outgoing personality.
The thought of your new coworkers hadn’t really crossed your mind yet, you realised, but you supposed it would be preferable to make acquaintances at the very least with as many as you could.
As you walked out of the room, your eyes flicked up towards the door of the other class in the Hero course, 1-A, just across from your own classroom. They must be the ones that blonde boy wouldn’t stop going on about.
After a while in the staff room, you sighed and stretched your hands, having been clicking away at a PC for a few hours now. You were trying to force yourself to cherish and endure this first day, no matter how uneventful it seemed, because from now on your life would most likely just consist of grading, patrol, more sleepless nights, less free time, and probably some more grading.
As your mind drifted to the thought of free time, you clicked on your phone, in hopes of any messages you could pass time with. Conveniently, you had a couple of unread texts from Usagiyama.
[rumi🐰]: hows it goingg senseii?? u like ur class or are they brats?
[rumi🐰]: u seen any cute coworker hotties yet?? lmk pls and ty 😘😘
You let out a soft scoff, typing back a few replies.
[You]: stop calling me that.
[You]: theyre a bit odd at times ig but way less annoying than my class in highschool. also its my FIRST day rumi ive only met like one other teacher properly.
[You]: anyway arent u supposed to be on patrol? why r u on ur phone smh 😒
If you had to be honest, you were slightly curious about class 1-A’s teacher, since you’d both probably be sharing a couple lessons in the future.
You supposed you’d meet him eventually, and just hoped he wasn’t a tightass or something.
….
After putting your phone away, and finishing up with some more admin, you eventually realised there were only a couple of minutes before your lesson with your class.
You’d found out a while ago that it was infact training - individual training for each student, co-assigned with ‘Ectoplasm’.
You didn’t recognise the name, although, to be fair, there was barely a single name you felt familiar with on your timetable.
Pulling on a pair of fingerless black gloves, and removing your dark overcoat, you fixed your appearance in an attempt for it to be as compatible with physical training as possible. You didn’t have your entire hero costume with you today, and quite frankly it definitely needed a couple of updates to it.
All you actually had to work with at the moment was a slightly loose, long sleeved white shirt, along with black pants. It would just have to do for now.
….
After making it back to the classroom and gathering the students inside, you briefly explained the training plan for them to follow through with. “..The aim of the session for you all to be able to figure out how to improve on what you know about your quirk so far. I’ll explain the specifics that you’ll need to focus on when we’re there. Is that alright?” You spoke clearly, yet with a soft undertone. You’d never really gotten over your irrational fear of public speaking, but it had gotten more endurable over the years.
You soon led your class out towards the training centre, which looked much more impressive than you imagined before you opened its doors. It was quite a large room, with several different levels of rocky terrain, in front of the vast space of flat ground that a couple of other people stood on to supervise.
..Talking about other people, when you walked in with class 1-B following behind, you hadn’t expected another class, which you soon figured to be 1-A, to be at the same training grounds. They were already scattered amongst the terrain, several clones of Ectoplasm forming by each student. As expected, around 20 pairs of eyes were drawn towards the door, where you and your own students were now coming through. Before you could even register that the session had changed to a shared one between both classes of the Hero course—
“WHAAT?! Class 1-A is training here too?! Is that because they’re so-“
..He was thankfully cut off with another slap to the neck much quicker this time, by the same girl. You had learnt both their names by now, the boy being Monoma, and the lovely girl being called as Kendo. The actual suddenness of Monoma’s loud shriek of a voice made both your ears and tail jerk up suddenly, to which they immediately flattened down in embarrassment.
….
“..Do you all understand?” You finished, receiving a unified ‘Yes sensei!’ in return.
The students in front of you quickly dispersed at your call, managing up onto different sections of the rocky terrain after a minute or two and spreading out evenly. Ectoplasm formed clones by each student again.
You sighed, rolling your sleeves up and pushing your hands into your pockets as you watched them begin.
You had to admit to yourself that they were infact skilled, despite being first years. They fought relatively well, though, maybe aside from the occasional reckless charging in with their quirk output at maximum, all things considered, it wouldn’t do any harm for a session or two on the basics. Observing the performance of what was now your class
You almost entirely forgot that class 1-A’s teachers were still in the same room, until both came walking up to you after a couple seconds themselves. Quickly apologising, you faced them properly and took in their appearances.
One of them, you immediately recognised as All Might. It had completely gone through your head that he’d become one of class 1-A’s teachers for their training sessions. You didn’t recognise the man standing beside him though, the one with messy black hair that went past his shoulders, and an almost brooding presence that probably came from his slightly intimidating expression. He was most likely class 1-A’s homeroom teacher, you decided.
Your suspicions were soon confirmed when both introduced themselves.
“Ah, you must be class 1-B’s new homeroom teacher that we were notified about!..” All Might started.
A soft smile crossed your expression, and you bowed politely towards All Might once he finished, as he did the same. Whilst this interaction was taking place, you could feel the scrutinising gaze of the black-haired man fixed on you, first, at your face, then your ears, then to your tail, which was slowly beginning to curl around your leg. A perk to being practically half-feline was that most, if not all your senses were extremely enhanced. You tried as much as you could to ignore it, but he really wasn’t making it easy for you with the lack of subtlety.
Thank god you eventually got a break from him once he introduced himself.
“Aizawa Shouta, class 1-A’s homeroom teacher.”
He looked like the type of person to never be in the mood to speak, so you weren’t too surprised by his short introduction, or, for that matter, his gruff voice. You shook his hand when he outstretched it, and god did he have a tight grip.
You smiled lightly to him too, though you avoided eye contact by all means.
“It’s really a pleasure to meet you two, I’m [l/n] [y/n]. I look forward to working with you both in the future.” You said politely, forcing a soft smile to linger on your lips. You glanced between the two as you spoke, but inevitably, his brown eyes met your yellow for a moment.
Well, you certainly were not looking forward to working with this guy in the future.
…
The three you stood relatively near each other, looking over the students. It was like All Might was invincible to the awkwardness lingering in the air; he just kept making comments about class 1-A’s performance that Aizawa occasionally replied to.
At one point, you were finally glad to be able to get away from the two for atleast a short while, when Honenuki called for your help. Your ears perked up immediately. The actual terrain the students were training on expanded pretty high up, but it didn’t look too difficult. The speed and agility you had often came in hand. Pouncing up from the ground, then jumping from one rocky cliff to the other, you very quickly soon reached the boy, stretching your arms slightly as you stepped closer to him to see what he was struggling with. Coincidentally, the entire time, you got that same undeniable feeling that you were being analysed like some art piece.
You weren’t exactly sure what to think of the man yet.