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A normal day in U.A. High. Yes, a normal day indeed. Everyday is a normal day for the teachers, students, principal and everyone else. And today is yet another normal day, is what you would think... right?
Wrong! Everyday is an absolute chaos — or at least it is for Shota Aizawa.
His life wasn’t all too bad, it was just the fact that he was surrounded by idiots and people he wouldn’t be able to handle for more than several hours. Sure, working as a teacher and a pro hero was difficult to manage, but in his 12, almost 13 years of working, Aizawa had gotten used to the messy lifestyle he barely could handle in the past, having grown an immunity of sorts.
Another reason why he’s used to this is probably because of his current lifestyle at home: He has to deal with an unnaturally noisy husband he for some reason decided to marry and two cats, the two of them being chaotic in their own respective ways.
Maybe he did lie, Aizawa was capable of dealing with people he claimed he couldn’t handle, but perhaps he was just so desperate for an excuse to not have to put up with idiots.
Anyways, back to U.A. High.
The teachers office was busy as always, but just maybe a little busier, the reason being the upcoming entrance exam. Ah, yes. The entrance exam, the moment Aizawa had dreaded the most. Last year was… interesting, to say the least. It was also the turning point for him where he decided to start fearing the upcoming entrance exams for the next several years of his life.
The vivid memories of children absolutely wrecking the robots and buildings like crazy scientists that had just unleashed their newest inventions were engraved into his mind, especially that pair of two kids who unfortunately managed to enroll into U.A. High.
The two of them are now in 2nd grade. Aizawa remembered the nickname the other students gave them, “Weirdo Wombo Combo”, was it? Not that he cared, he was simply beyond happy to not teach that hellhole of a class any longer.
Just as he finally felt a sliver of relief from the thought, a loud, obnoxious, familiar voice rang through the room. Literally.
"YOOOOOOOOO SHOTAAAAAA!!!”
If you’ve heard Present Mic’s voice more than enough times, you should be able to hear his voice through the screen. Now, simply increase that voice you hear by a few hundred decibels and imagine the source of this voice being right behind you. This is exactly what Aizawa has to deal with everyday. If you followed my instructions, you should now be able to feel a drop of pity for his poor ears.
Did I just break the 4th wall, you ask? Yes, yes I did. Does it sound like I care? No. I’m simply fulfilling my task as an unreliable narrator with too much coffee and Eraserhead energy.
“Here’s lunch I made for you!! I left it on the counter but you probably didn’t see it again.”
“Hm? Right. Thanks.” Aizawa stared at the bento box in front of him, then took it and placed it next to him on the desk. As usual, he completely ignored it and continued working on whatever he left off of earlier.
Just as Yamada was about to complain about whatever is or was bothering him, which was most likely the fact Aizawa didn't even try to acknowledge the food he prepared for him, another familiar, this time feminine voice came from his right.
“Jesus christ, take a break already, you workaholic.”
“Normally I would’ve said that you’re a hypocrite if you were Hizashi, but you’re not, even though you’re one yourself, Nemuri.”
“You would’ve called me a what now?!”
"Oh, how your words wound me, woe is me…”
Midnight placed her hands on her chest, sighing dramatically as an attempt to mimic a hurt Shakespeare character and miserably failing to do so. She immediately quit her act the moment she saw how unfazed and focused he was and chuckled instead.
“Look at you, so focused on whatever you’re doing. Did something special happen, hm?” Kayama teased.
“Shota’s either trying to distract himself from something or is so focused on thinking that he doesn’t notice how much he’s working. It’s SUPER rare for him to be excited and work more, like, CRAZY rare.” Yamada exclaimed, joining her teasing.
“Wait, really? I still remember that one time when a student called him dad on accident, he—“
“Shut it, you both.” Aizawa turned his head around like an owl, facing the two with a light tint of scarlet and sinister intentions in his eyes.
“Whoops! My bad.” Midnight raised her hands, her voice still infuriatingly taunting.
“OUR bad.”
“OUR bad, yeah, Our bad, haha…" She laughed. "Anyways! I'll go check up on the others in the lounge, come along if you will, though I doubt it.”
Kayama mentioned, already a few steps away from the exit. Yamada then placed a hand on his shoulder, tilting his chair slightly to the left.
"How about you come? I mean, it's already 5 PM, you should take a break, y'know." the blond suggested, clearly not willying to give up. In these situations, he didn't have a choice. Knowing how persistent Yamada was, Aizawa didn't even bother trying to stay, too tired to do so.
Taking a break from working to relax in the lounge might sound nice, but that cursed place was no place to sleep in — and that said a lot. He could sleep in a loud, chaotic classroom, no problem. But the teacher's lounge? Absolutely not.
"... Fine, I'll come with you." Aizawa sighed. Sure, he wouldn't be able to sleep there, but a short nap should work out, plus his arms were aching from working anyway.
"Oh my god, did you hear that Nemuri?! He said yes!! HE SAID YES!!!"
Yamada yelled, more than loud enough to wake up everyone inside the building. Too bad Aizawa built up an immunity towards deafening noises, so he wasn't completely awake. That's the only time he cursed this blessing of his.
"Wait, actually? Seriously, genuinely, actually?!" Kayama popped her head out from behind the door, now giddy and actively heading towards his seat.
"Yes, he did!"
"Hell yeah, you're coming with us now!!"
And so, without a warning, he was dragged out of his natural habitat by his lovely husband and a weirdly ecstatic Nemuri. Great.
Silence, complete silence.
When I explained how Aizawa couldn’t sleep in the teachers lounge, you expected it to be immensely thundering, right? Yeah, I’m breaking the 4th wall again, don’t mind that.
Let me introduce to you: The teacher’s lounge.
It’s the complete opposite, absolute opposite. The teachers here watch television, write paperwork, eat or sleep like normal, but they do it ominously quiet. Sure, maybe he was exaggerating, but the silence felt uncomfortable. It was peaceful, it was calm, all of those were things any teacher would want, including Aizawa.
But he couldn’t sleep. Or nap. Or close his eyes without expecting someone to scare him awake.
Nezu was playing chess with Ectoplasm, Vlad King was watching whatever there was on the screen alongside Midnight and Cementoss, Power Loader was for an unknown reason here as well, trying to put together a 3D puzzle with Thirteen and Yamada was just sitting on the couch next to him.
After some second-thinking, he finally decided to reach for the pile of papers next to him and started reading through them. Was he doing it out of responsibility? Boredom? Whatever the verb was for workaholic? Aizawa didn’t know, but it was distracting enough for him to ignore the static silence in the room.
He started reading through the candidates for the upcoming entrance exam that week.
“Akiyama Mizuki, Aoyagi Toya… that sounds familiar. 'Zashi, do you know him?" He pointed out the name on the document.
"Yes, Love? Ooohh, that guy! He's the son of a famous classical musician. His dad's an old geezer who keeps yappin' About how most modern music sucks, which I think is bullshit. God, I hate that guy!"
"Uh huh... What about Shiraishi? I've heard you mention that name before."
“Oh yeah! Ken Shiraishi, my guy! His group “RAD WEEKEND” is a legend in the music world. He’s the complete opposite of that Harumichi guy. Aoyagi Harumichi, I mean.”
“Right... Kusanagi Nene? I think I’ve seen her before, last year in the entrance exam.”
“Kusanagi, Kusanagi… right, her! I saw her last year in person, did real good in the practical exam. Too bad her quirk malfunctioned and she failed, I hope she passes the exam this year. I also heard her singing is awesome, what is she doing here??”
“Who knows.”
Before Aizawa could continue with the list, Toshinori — mostly known as All Might, came bursting through the door in his buffed form, panicked:
“Someone infiltrated the science lab!!”
“Again, really?!” Thirteen looked frustrated. Her favorite classroom was the lab, after all.
“My bets are on Kamishiro and Tenma! Kamishiro loves science stuff and probably dragged the poor guy with him.” Midnight snickered.
“Seriously, Midnight?!” Almost everyone inside the lounge shouted.
“What? Makes sense though, right?”
“I swear to my remaining thread of sanity I will obliterate you.”