Chapter 6 - Records
Aizawa had never really planned on becoming a teacher.
But then he kept running into newbie heroes, vigilantes, kids who didn’t know what they were doing and were careening towards death at worst or a career ending injury at best. And he found himself, not teaching, not even mentoring really, just giving advice, tips. Sometimes he’d help someone practice a move.
Sometimes he even kind of enjoyed it.
Nemuri bugged him about it occasionally, she’d always thought he’d make a decent teacher, (and it used to be that he’d scoff in her face each time, but then it became just an eyeroll, then shaking his head, then contemplative silence). Nao would tease him about it and Zashi would just smile with some weird look on his face.
And then Nedzu reached out.
He’d thought, ‘sure, fuck it, why not?’ went to have tea and left seriously considering looking into college courses.
He’d only agreed to work at UA on the condition he’d never have to endure another orientation day speech again. (Shuzenji was the only other person in the entirety of UA to have that privilege, but that was because even Nedzu was a bit scared of her.)
And that led him to now, standing outside, where he’d been waiting for over 20 minutes and had yet to see a single student.
New record, go figure.
With a heavy sigh, he headed towards the locker rooms.
He knew that it was easy to get lost in UA when you weren’t used to it, there were probably countless corners of the campus he’d never seen and he’d been working here for a few years now, but at least one student should’ve been able to figure it out. He was pretty easy to spot from the doors leading outside, so either they got lost on the way to the locker room, or had ignored the closest set of doors in favor of hiking all the way to the front entrance.
Or they were fooling around.
They were probably fooling around.
He opened the door and paused, titling his slightly, was that screaming?
Fuck, yeah that was definitely screaming.
Normally, they bet on the number of students Aizawa would expel right after orientation, as that typically finished before Aizawa was done terrorizing said students.
(And if that also happened to be a time when they could harass Yamada to find out what was wrong, and how much worried pestering Aizawa could take before he was liable to snap, well that was just a happy coincidence.)
Typically, Yamada would always bet he’d expel none, and Kan would always bet he’d expel all of them.
Typically, Kayama and Kurose guessed the closest.
Typically.
Today, they walked into the teachers lounge to find a furious, pacing, awake Aizawa who quietly and calmly told Nedzu he needed to speak to them immediately.
If it weren’t for Yagi, they likely would’ve remained too terrified to take advantage of the moment to harass Yamada, or perhaps place their bets.
“Is he alright?”
Yamada frowned.
“I’m not sure,”
“That’s a good question though, Yamada, what the hell happened?”
“Wha- How should I know?”
“The cookies Hizashi, what happened to cause the cookies,”
“Oh that,”
“Do you all have an issue with cookies?”
Kurose turned to Yagi, (who looked so confused that in any other circumstance it would have been hilarious).
“Usually if someone brings that many cookies it’s either because Lunch Rush is playing a prank or Aizawa made too many-”
“-And Shouta really only bakes that much when he’s stressed. Look, he’ll be fine, but this is something you’ll have to ask him about yourself if you’re worried,”
There were murmured acknowledgments as the room trailed into silence, waiting for the Principal and the harshest teacher in the school to return so they could have the first day debrief.
45 minutes in the intercom crackled to life as Nedzu asked Inui to report to his office.
The announcement caused the tension in the room, which had slowly simmered down to an almost mild level as the collected teachers began to start on paperwork and chatted quietly amongst themselves, to skyrocket.
(Inui was the Head Counselor of the school after all, outside of U.A. students he only took patients who were so severely traumatized that they needed a specialist among the specialists. He was probably the most emotionally intelligent person that any of them had ever met, he had a reputation. Being called to Nedzu’s office, where for all they knew, there was only an absolutely livid Aizawa who had clearly been through something recently- something bad enough to rattle someone who was usually so unshakeable? It didn’t paint a pretty picture.)
(They took comfort in the fact that Yamada hadn’t been called as well, there were other explanations available then the worst case scenarios their minds were jumping to, and they seemed all the more likely with the man still firmly in the room with them.)
It was almost a full 2 hours later that they strode back into the room, Nedzu clapping for their attention from their spot on Aizawa’s shoulder.
“Well to start things off with a bang, it’s my pleasure to inform you all that the entirety of 1-A has been expelled this year,”