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Aizawa walked through the hallway after hours. He was alone, nothing but his echoing footsteps through the brightly lit hallway to keep him company. He took this time to reflect, it had been an eventful day. It wasn’t because of his class, not at all, in fact it had been a rather tame day for Class 1-A, the most eventful thing to have happened being the daily argument between Bakugou and Iida on the proper desk-seating etiquette.
So no, it wasn’t because of his teaching duties that he had lots to prepare for. It was because of Nedzu.
Aizawa was seated next to his colleagues at a circular table. To his left sat Cementoss, and his right, Hizashi-er Present Mic, that is, school hours are strictly professional.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve called this meeting. It has become increasingly noticeable that there are some... conflicts between our two hero course classes. I do believe I have found viable solution, and would like your aid and approval in making it come to fruition,” said the rodent. Clearly this wasn’t a discussion meeting, not when Nedzu was already going on about his plans, and with such conviction. All Aizawa could do was pray this plot wasn’t too tiresome.
“The hero courses are going to have a bit of a team-building get away, with mandated intermingling.”
God hadn’t listened.