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Chapter 14: Meet your teachers
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Chapter 14: Meet your teachers
After Aizawa instilled a healthy dose of fear, the rest of the day went as expected. They met up with their future lecturers and professors. They were told they'd speak with their mandatory class teachers first and thought it would be pretty standard, but that notion went right out the window when they heard an unmistakable voice approaching.
“I am-” Midoriya and the rest didn’t believe it, but could it be. “Entering through the door like a normal person!” All Might came bursting in through the door in any way but ordinary, but not a single person cared as they lost their minds at the sight of the world's greatest hero.
“It’s All Might!” Kaminari gushed out, nearly jumping from his seat.
“What is he doing here?” Kamakiri asked, his face nearly splitting with how much he was smiling; how could he not? How could any of them not be amazed by the sight of All Might's massive, powerful frame, that reward-winning smile, and his ironic hair, all packaged in a bright red, white, and yellow costume with a long blue cape? This was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a pro-hero.
"And in his silver age costume, no doubt; talk about retro!" Asui mentioned as the man marched up to the front of the class.
"His style is so different that it's giving me goosebumps," Ojiro said, Aoyama in awe of the man's radiantt up t, whichhe entire room.
"Oh, Oh, is he a guest speaker or something?" Ashido jumped up, waving her hand, which only got others more hyped. Sure, Aizawa rained on their parade, but it looked like things were going to go up.
“Hahaha! I’m afraid not, young Ashido!” All Might let out that ironic, hearty laugh of his that they had all heard at least once, a laugh that had been comforting people and terrifying villains longer than they had ever been alive, with not even the stone-faced Todoroki being able to resist his face twitching as a smile cracked through his otherwise passive mask.
“I’m much more than that, as it was kept on the down low, but I've accepted a recently vacant post here at U.A." All Might announced, which left them wide-eyed as the anticipation built up inside them. This sounded too good to be accurate, but All Might never lied, so it had to be true.
“You don’t mean-” Kendo moved to ask, but All Might beat her to the punch.
“That’s right, you’re looking at your new Heroic Laws professor,” He revealed to their awe and cheers at having the top hero as a teacher and as first years to boot. Midoriya wondered just what sort of wisdom he could impart to them and just how much better they'd be for it come graduation.
All Might loved their excitement to learn from him. Students should always wish to learn more, and having a fun and safe environment for that was crucial. Though he couldn't just act like this was any other day on the hero grind, bowing a little to them, he displayed some of the humbleness that he had always kept. "Though I feel like that title is wasted on me, I ask that you all help me guide you so we can all have the best year possible."
"Yes, sir!" The class agreed with him wholeheartedly, which made his smile even larger as he stood to his full height. Even with him at the front and they all seated in ever-elevating rows, it still felt like he was this mountain looking down at them.
"Excellent. Now, can anyone tell me why heroic law is a mandatory class?" All Might asked, with one hand shooting up faster than everyone else's. “Yes, young Yaoyorozu.”
The girl stood poised and confident as ever upon being recognised. "Heroes are just as much a part of the government's law enforcement wing as police, though we don't have the same powers and authorities. Regardless, because we're tasked with protecting the public order and stopping and capturing villains, we must understand the laws to ensure we both abide by them and inspire others to do the same."
When she finished and sat back down, most of the class didn't know how to react, as she spoke like she had memorised the literal rulebook. However, she didn't merely repeat what she had heard but concisely and accurately described it in her own words. Not even All Might was spared, as the man coughed into his hand, looking a little embarrassed that a student managed to steal his thunder like that.
“My, that was a little wordier than I thought, but you hit the nail right on the head!” Regardless of that, he gave her a thumbs-up before continuing. "I was picked for that role because, despite what you all might assume, I work closely with police every day. In fact, my second best friend happens to be a detective. It’s through this partnership, and we understanding and respecting the law, that I've been able to be your symbol of peace."
He wanted them, more than anything, to understand the police's role and how they weren't just clean-up and backup for heroes. Police might not battle villains or carry the weight of collapsing buildings to save people. Still, they maintained order, were a major factor in disaster relief, and arrested and investigated crimes to ensure that villains caught paid for their actions, and allowed pros like him to catch the smarter ones that fled or struck when heroes could not immediately respond.
He had seen too many pros have such a poor opinion of the boys in blue and wouldn’t let that sort of mindset start with his students, even if he saw some students ignore his words. He’ll have to work on them especially hard.
"But I'll let you in on a little secret: There is another reason for you to understand the law," All Might whispered, though it was still loud enough for the entire class to hear. And that is to be able to play it to your advantage; it's not just lawyers who need to find loopholes and alternative readings of written law, after all."
"But, sir! Isn’t that against the ideals of a hero?” Iida shot to his feet, his arm chopping away.
All Might disagreed with him, but not in the way Iida perhaps thought. "Some would say that young Iida, but I believe that a hero's job, first and foremost, is protecting people, and sometimes you can't do that if you look at the law as this infallible, ironclad rule. In fact, I'm of the opinion that while laws are meant to maintain society, they'll also be meant to serve and protect the people within that society, much like heroes."
While the media liked to paint it as as a bag guy exclusive thing, bending the law and finding loopholes to get away with their dastardly deeds, it was a neutral tactic as the law couldn't apply to every situation perfectly, and context was always important. That was why they had courts with procedures where lawyers argued for and against things. It was the same with hero work as there'll be plenty of situations where he knew they'd find themselves compromised or facing their own trolley problems, so they'd need the tools and training to be able to look at such and derail or stop the trolley without hurting anyone.
"I understand, then. Pardon me for interrupting!" Iida bowed to him before taking his seat once more, to which All Might merely let out a hearty laugh.
"It's quite alright, this is a university; if you don't question and debate the world, I would be concerned that you'll just be machines!" He joked as Aizawa might have already shown them the consequences, but they were also young and needed the space to explore and question, not just blindly obey. "However, don't get it confused; I'm not going to teach you to break the law and act like vigilantes, but to bend it to your will so that you can truly go plus ultra!"
With that speech, it was a foregone conclusion that the class would rise to their feet, their fists in the air. “Yeah!”
"Good; any other questions?" All Might, with Kaminari, the first to respond.
"Who's your other best friend?" All Might laughed, as it might not be related to school, but where was the harm?
So he gestured to his costume, which Asui had already correctly identified as his silver-aged gear. “Young man, who do you think makes my costumes?”
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"You've met with All Might; now it's my time to shine!" Once All Might had said his piece and signed some autographs, he bid them a goodbye and left as boldly as he had arrived. Not even 30 seconds passed before another pro pulled open the door.
She got a similarly positive response from the students. However, it was mainly the boys, as she strutted into the glass, her reinforced heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her hips swaying in a way that drew the eye to her long, powerful, plump yet muscular legs to her wide waist up her body to her breasts that are bounced with easy step, the thinness of her costume made all the more arousing by the fact it was the same color as her skin, it was as if she had walked in with just boots, a garter belt, and other accessories.
She smiled like All Might, but she was more carnal and sensual with how her eyes flirted with them all, leaving some hot around the collar as she took her place by the podium. "Boys and girls, I'll be handling your Heroic drama classes. I am Midnight, but I'll let you call me mistress if you're good." She licked her lips at the end, and Midoriya swore he heard someone curse that he shouldn't get hard at that, while another whispered that she had to control herself, and frankly, he was in that boat as the Rated-R heroine: Midnight was the top sex symbol in Japan for a reason.
"First the Symbol of peace, and now Midnight? This year's going to be great." Mineta seemed to cry tears of joy.
“You’ll be seeing her next year if you can’t stop eyeing up her boobs.” Jiro poked fun at the fact his, and more than a few other eyes, had been more on Midnight's rather bountiful bosom than her face, though it seemed like the woman was both aware of that and enjoyed how horny she made them all.
“Is that even legal? She’s the teacher!" Hinata asked, popping into the real world, scandalized by Midnight's ability to flaunt herself so aggressively to the class.
Shigeru followed after her, the same with (?), but she remained silent about things. "Well, technically, everyone in this room is a legal adult. Would it be unprofessional for her to bang a student? Sure, but would it be against the rules? I don't recall anything in the U.A. rulebook saying so.”
“Wasn't there that show you all were watching the other day? The one with the professor having a spicy, roller-coaster romance with one of his students?" (?) asked Midoriya, but Midoriya's attention went back to Midnight, who let out a rather suggestive giggle at Jiro's statement. Was everything she did meant to arouse?
"I appreciate a man who stays long term, but this isn't a situation for that. I run a tight ship in my class, and believe me when I tell you that if you fall out of line, you wouldn't like the punishments I'll cook up for you." Midoriya both wanted to learn what that was and also not.
Near the back of his row, Yanagi raised her hand. “Midnight-sensei, if I may?” To which Midnight’s smile lost a little of that sensualness and looked closer to what one would expect from an educator. “Go right ahead, sweetheart.”
"Why is your class compulsory while something like PE is listed as an elective?" Yanagi got to the point as politely as she could, holding up the form of classes that they were all given to read over. Among other things, it didn't say which teacher handled which class, explaining how not one of them even knew All Might was now employed at U.A.
Midnight, however, didn't take any offense to the question. Instead, she moved so that she stood in front of the podium, leaning on it with her legs crossed at the shins. "That is a good question. Does anyone wish to take a crack at it? Anyone at all?" She turned the question back at them, and unlike before, there wasn't much eagerness from them to answer, as most didn't think they had one.
Hagakure raised her hand, something Midnight could see thanks to the sleeve of her school uniform. When she was given permission, the invisibly girl spoke, though she sounded unsure of herself. “Well, because heroes spent a lot of time on TV?”
Midnight didn’t scold her, remaining patient and warm to them. "That's part of why, but not the full answer. Is anyone else?" She asked again, and this time, no one raised their hands, but she expected that and had another means of getting them involved.
"Here's another question, why do you think heroes wear flashy costumes, have hero names, and even yell out our attack names? It seems counterintuitive, right? Don't be shy with me; we can take this nice and slow." Some seemed uncomfortable with the question, not just for the double entendre she used. She knew that the topic must have come up at some point in their lives; there were always people who went on and on about how heroes were not practical enough, that they should act more like police, that things like costumes would be more like body armor and all that jazz.
Midoriya was the one who spoke up. “Well…I mean, it's cool when you see it in the streets, but it does seem kind of weird if you stop and think about it." He still felt he was insulting her and every other hero who worked day in and day out for their benefit, with others around squirming. Midnight didn't see it like that at all; she rather gave him an encouraging nod for his statement.
"I'm a big girl, and I can take some criticisms, though such a mistake misses the point of heroes." Midnight told them they needed to feel comfortable with this before she explained things to them. "We're kept separate from the regular branches of law enforcement as we're not just there to uphold the law, but give people hope, to help people feel safe. We're so flashy and dramatic so that we're seen and recognizable, and we make it easier for people to trust us with their lives even in a crisis."
"A way for that to happen is to perform while we work. Granted, it helps if you enjoy that part of it, as I do," She raised her hand in a way she glanced at a boob, making it jiggle a little, something that had many eyes intently watching, which made her smile. "But as heroes, we're actors, and the world is the stage."
"I believe I understand now, Midnight-sensei; thank you for the explanation." Yanagi nodded before bowing and taking her seat once more.
"It's no problem at all, sweetie. We'll have an entire school year to work on that, finalizing and adjusting your costumes, hero names, and even ultimate moves. Not to mention helping you with interviews and your general persona." Midnight gave them a basic run-down of things they'll have to look forward to, and much the idea of being taught by All Might excited them; they were as eager for what they would do in her class as that was some of the best parts of being a hero student.
"I'll be sure to take you innocent little darlings and make sure you can strut the run walk with the best of them—that's a promise!" Pulling her whip out, she cracked it before her, her eyes lighting up in sadistic glee, but also a teacher's determination, which had the students equal parts scared and enthusiastic about meeting her expectations.
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“Man, that was a great time.” Tokage cheered as Midnight walked out the door, waving at them and promising that her classes would be a fun time for everyone.
“I know, right? I wonder who’ll get next?” Rin asked as Iida took a second to think about it, mentally crossing out mandatory classes their papers said they'd have to take.
"Well, it seems like the teachers teach the mandatory stuff, and we've covered law and drama so that leaves Field medical care and foundational hero studies." The speedster eventually stated, with Hagakure laughing as she recalled that All Might of all people, someone known for his crazy power and ridiculously short or epic fights and feats of heroism, wouldn't be teaching them how to be like that, but more about how the law applied to them and how they could bend it.
"They totally put All Might in law because it would be a total snoozefest," she said, which got laughs from Tsuburaba, Tetsutetsu, and Honenuki.
Turning towards Hagakure’s seat at the back, Ashido joined in the conversation. "Hey, so long as it's not Aizawa taking any more classes, I don't care who it will be."
"Sorry to disappoint." She wasn't the only one who screamed in surprise at that familiar voice, one that sparked dread as Mina and the rest looked towards the door and saw it open once more with a pro in fluffy white astronaut attire standing there. Still, their attention was on a familiar pro in black already at the podium, looking as bored and tired as when they last saw him. “But you’ll be seeing me every day.”
“What the hell, man? How did you get in here?” Ashido cried out, pointing at the man.
“I didn’t even hear him!” Jiro was starting to think that whatever this guy’s quirk was, it made him capable of just masking his presence.
"Wait, every day? You said you're the academic advisor. What gives?" Awase yelled at the man who looked on, unmoved. Instead, he turned to the second hero, whom they hadn't even had the time to address.
“I’ll let Thirteen explain her stuff first, then I’ll go.” He ignored their questions and stood aside for the newly introduced Thirteeen. “Knock yourself out.” The pro looked over the class, whose eyes were still warily tracking Aizawa like he was a wild animal, or maybe it was more accurate to say like a herd of deer watching a wolf in the shrubbery.
“You’ve already terrified them?” The hero asked, her mask muffling her voice somewhat, but one could detect the lack of surprise and some amusement at the situation.
Aizawa shrugged. “That’s the job the dean keeps me on for. He’s twisted like that.” Midoriya felt a shiver worm its way down his spine, the same as the rest, as they recalled their acceptance letters and the recording of the dean. He seemed eccentric to them, but if he hired someone as terrifying and brutal as Aizawa just to be cruel and terrifying, it made them wonder how much of a beast the dean was.
“Fair enough,” Thirteen accepted that response without further words and stepped forward, facing the class.
Uraraka, trying to ignore the personified dread that Aizawa, instead focused on the happier presence in the room, namely her childhood hero. "Oh my God, it's her, it's Thirteen! She's my favorite hero!"
“She's a gentlemanly hero whose rescued countless people in disasters." Midoriya joined in on her excitement for the pro. She wasn't his favourite, but he loved heroes and quirks, so one would be hard pressed to find a hero he didn't like.
“Don’t you still have her plushie?” Aoyama asked, with Midoriya glaring at him, red in the face, as he knew damn well that Aoyama wanted people to know that it wasn't like he could whisper it when they sat on opposite sides of the lecture hall!
“Shut up!” He settled on that but found some support as Uraraka raised her fist.
"Yeah, what's wrong with having her plushie? It was a steal, and it's super huggable!" Thirteen laughed at the little display going in, a fresh difference from what Aizawa would have done.
"I'm happy to see some fans among you, but why don't I introduce myself? Greetings, I'm the Space Hero: Thirteen. Eraserhead and I will be in charge of your foundational hero studies, where my specialty will be rescue training." She stated, gesturing to herself and then to the pro in black standing in the corner like a living shadow.
“Wait…so when he said we’ll see him daily…” Sato asked, the color fading from his face.
"He meant that the main hero class…would be his class? We might have angered an elder God or something; that's just too cruel." Shoda finished, the short boy looking like death warmed over, the same as most of them as they realized that, not helped by how demented Aizawa's smile was when he saw he had their attention.
“Oh, don’t be so down! Aizawa’s classes won’t be any harder than mine, but that said, I don't intend to go easy on you, as rescue work is my bread and butter. When you'll with me, I'll ensure that you don't just know basic rescue procedure but can recite and perform it in your sleep." Thirteen put the conversation on track, with Shiozaki bowing her head towards the pro.
"It would be an honour to learn from you, as rescuing those in need is God's work," she said, with Kirishima clasping his fists.
"It's not punching villains in the face, but it's like a cornerstone of hero work. I can't call myself a man if I don't excel at it!" he declared, with Tetsutetsu yelling in agreement.
"(Kero)When we have water training, I'll be unbeatable," Asui mentioned, and based on her performance during their swim test, none doubted her.
"Not just maritime rescues like for rivers to seas, we'll work on every kind of rescue situation you could be called to, from a simple car accident to massive landslides and typhoon to multi-block infernos and winter storm operations." Thirteen told them, had arms held up high and wide, inspiring some zeal in the students who imagined that they'd be traveling all over the country for things like that.
"Erasure? Anything to add?" Thirteen asked, the man staying silent. His face was absent of expression as he looked them over, from one side to the next, like an automaton scanning.
"Be prepared to be worked into the ground and then worked near your graves."
Again, Thirteen didn't seem surprised by his rather lacklustre response to his chance to explain to them why his class was important and hype them up for it. "Well then, back to me. Do you have any questions?"
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Once Thirteen had answered most of their questions, having chosen to be vague on some, she and Eraser bid them goodbye, or rather, she bid them goodbye, and Eraser just walked out the door. Her final words reminded them that their first hero class would be with Aizawa, so she wished them good luck before closing the door behind her.
When it opened next, it wasn't like with All Might and Midnight, who stepped in like stars would onto a stage before millions. It wasn't like Aizawa, who snuck in like a shadow. Instead, the door merely slid open, and their final mandatory class teacher walked in, his form hidden by the poncho and cowboy hat he wore, but he walked with a clear sense of purpose, alertness, and swagger. These are allOne would expect everything from a man who chose to model himself off the rugged American cowboy.
"Howdy, I'll be your professor for foundational field medical care. The name's Snipe. Do you have any questions?" The man was, if nothing else, straight to the point.
Uraraka raised her hand. “Snipe, isn’t Recovery Girl also on staff?”
"And shouldn't she be handling you young bucks regarding healing folk?" Snipe said the quiet part out loud, which made her a little nervous that he might take offense to that, but the man merely chuckled through his gasmask, the laugh coming out coarse and hard. “Well, she’s the school nurse. She can’t spend too much time helping you when she’s got her own patients to deal with.”
Also, Recovery Girl was old, real old, and had long since run out of patience for horsing around for rambunctious students. Of sure, she could pull off the sweet ole granny act, the type that always gave you kisses and had apple pie always on the window sill when you popped on by, but that was act as thin as a snake's skin. It wasn't a matter of when they'll hit the wrong note, but when and if they did, well, she would have them begging for the drill sergeant that was Eraser head.
He knew that personally, since she was the one that tutored him back in the day, he still had nightmares about that syringe-themed walking stick and what he could do in properly angry old hands.
But as amusing as it would be to see the old girl bully them worse than Aizawa would be, he could already tell the second question before it was even asked. “Let me guess: What makes you qualified to teach then?” This time, Fukidashi got a little shy as he was about to raise his hand. “Show of hands, have any of you ever held a gun? Aimed down the sights, pulled the trigger?”
His voice carried no bemusement or jest. It was as serious as a bullet wound, and to it, only one of them raised their hands, and that was Yaoyorozu, though that was a given with her, as her quirk meant that she would have at least tried making firearms in the past. He must look into her papers to ensure she was properly certified.
"Here's a simpler question, then. Have any of you ever used your quirk against somebody else with intent to harm them?" This time, she lowered her hands, but while no one spoke up, Snipe had been in the game long enough to spot the truth in some of them. No takers, but I can smell the smoke, even if you ain’t bburnin'" Many looked about, no doubt surprised by that statement,;others looked at him in concern and anger.
He wasn't going to oust them for it. Kids were kids, and they could do some pretty messed-up stuff. That doesn't mean they're bad people now, and considering they all made it through the school's behavioral and disciplinary checks, well, whatever things they did were just a storm in a tea cup.
Snipe quick drew his weapon, an action so fast that most of the students didn’t even see him reach for it. He held it upwards, his arm straight to show off the custom-built heavy 9-round revolver, chambered for the specially made high impact .44 Magnum rounds. Something he could unload all nine rounds from less than 9 seconds and knock a grown man right onto his ass from 600m away. It was a beast of a weapon.
And he pointed it right at them, his faceless visage meaning that none could tell what he was thinking as the temperature of the room seemed to fall as he spoke up, his voice callous and all business. "Well, I don't need to hide it; I've used ole Annie here more than I care to count. Each time I did, I had to be darn sure I didn't cripple or kill the villain I was fighting. That takes a head filled with all the knowledge of how to treat injuries; after all, if you know the body, you can aim for stuff that ain’t all that important.”
He pulled the trigger…and nothing happened, as he had unloaded it before entering the class. "You'll learn how to be just as careful as I need to be in other classes, but with me, you'll learn to handle the times when being careful wasn't enough. When bad luck or some darn villain means that a whole lotta people need a doctor that ain’t there.” He returned the gun to its holster.
“In fact, I wouldn’t mind if half of you transfer out and head on over to our EMT or medical courses.” Some balked at that, his casual dismissal of them, as if they didn’t derserve to be there. “This ain’t no cattle prod to your pride.”
His tone changed, growing darker, angrier, haunted even as his mask meant that they couldn’t even see his eyes. "Trust me, when you're out in the field, and the wolves are at the door, they're never enough doctors, nurses, and EMTs on standby, so you best listen to what I'll teach yeh, so when-not if, those damned wolves came, you’ll have the tools and skills to actually do something about rather than curse on to high heaven.”.
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After that, they had visits from the teachers responsible for the elective classes, who explained why they should sign up with them and what benefits it would bring. Some even debated students on the merits of their courses, which, in comparison to what came before with the mandatory stuff, was a breath of fresh air for them. Before they knew it, they were released early after their lunch period. Even their upperclassman were released early, seeing how it was the first day.
"We didn't do anything yet, and I feel exhausted," Hagakure noted as she walked out of the Hero Course building. With her was their dorm group from before, but with the added people of Jiro, Uraraka, and Iida. Kirishima would have been with them, but he already had plans.
"Meeting all those heroes and heroines will affect you," Midoriya hummed, his notebook held close to his chest. He had managed to get autographs from all of them,even All Might, though the man took up two whole pages.
"I'm pretty sure it was more than quirk assessment that Eraser had us run." Jiro rolled her shoulders, as even with it being a couple hours since the drill sergeant of an instructor had put them through their paces under the perceived pain of expulsion, she could still feel the soreness. “You know anything about him?” She turned to Midoriya, who took a second to try to recall what he knew about the man.
“Well I know-wait, why are you asking me?” He asked in return, with Jiro lazily pointing at Aoyama.
“Aoyama said you’re an hero otaku.” Midoriya turned to his best friend, annoyed that Aoyama didn't even pretend to hide how smug he was.
“Will you deny it?” He challenged him, and Midoriya nearly did but then paused and lowered his hand, which got some chuckles from the group. Still, he wouldn't forget this as he gave Yuga a look that promised such before he finally answered Jiro's question.
"I don't know much. He's underground, and those pros treat the press like the plague. I know he's skilled with that scarf and can shut off quirks just by looking at you, but that's it.” He wished he knew more, as the idea that someone like that could come after them while out on the job was a scary one.
“Wait, he can do that? Why haven’t I heard about him?” Tetsutetsu asked, to which Kamakiri rolled his eyes.
"He just said he's underground; it's almost impossible to find anything about those types." Underground pros were near vigilante in how they operated. Unlike most pros, whose details could be accessed or found if one looked hard enough, underground pros had their details wiped clean from the internet. Any school files pertaining to them could only be released if the hero commission willed it or a court order compelled it. Just finding a blurred image was a minor miracle.
“Regardless, I still find an issue with his method as I worry what sort of man he is if he's the idea of encouragement as a threatening deception." Iida crossed his arms as he spoke, and it wasn't like he was alone in that thought, even if most of them had performed well enough to have been safe should Aizawa have been severe.
"It's not ideal, but it does align with what he told us initially. And it feels like the rest of the professors have a similar mindset. We gotta be prepared for the rough times," Ojiro replied, recalling how even All Might mentioned that doing hero work wasn't all sun-shrine and rainbows and how they'll need to learn to bend and operate under loopholes.
"We're going to enter a harsh and unforgiving performance, so while certainly over the top, I can't fault the man," Aoyama added.
“Okay, but what do we do about the elective stuff? They said we just have the afternoon and evening to decide since we have to hand in our choices tomorrow before the end of the first period." Uraraka sighed, as how could they expect to make a good choice when so many of the classes sounded so cool or important?
"I'm happy they don't try to force us, you say, the timetable. Even with just the 3 electives, we'll be in class till past 5! That's a whole 2 extra hours than high school." Hagakure complained as Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said they'd be trained into the ground; they'll barely have time for any fun outside campus most weekdays with such a schedule.
Aoyama let out a small chuckle and was about to reply when his phone went off. Pulling it out, he read the message he had received, his eyes widening just a little before returning to normal, something that only Midoriya picked up on. “Something the matter, Yuga?”
"No, it's just that mom needs me to pick something up; it's all the way across town," Aoyama replied, coming up with a lie on the spot, one that Midoriya caught but didn't call him out on; it was, after all, a good cover.
Playing along, he didn't have to pretend to be sad that his friend would need to split from the group to handle some business across town. “That’s unfortunate, but Auntie wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important. I'll cover dinner tonight; just don't stay out too late."
"Of course I can't. I have to finish with this before the stores close.” Aoyama retorted as he faced the group and said his farewell, shaking Tetsutetsu's hand and kissing a surprised Jiro's knuckles. The girl let out a whelp as he turned and power walked off. "Ladies, gentlemen, I bid you adieu.”
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Whelp, I done goofed up and blew all my normal data on trying to download Zenless Zone Zero, though I paused it when I saw the file size, but apparently not. Because of that, I had to wait till the night hours to use the night owl data I typically use for light night gaming or binging YouTube so I could put this through Grammarly, but in this case, I was able to get this chapter before I had to post, so it should be up shortly after Midnight on Tuesday.
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And done, I planned on more, like meeting some of the OC teachers made up to fill in slots and give me more ways to write about their academic journey, even the beginning of Aoyama's solo mission, but cut it to keep things tight. A larger group than I was expecting when I started, but this new dekusquad will be fun to write for, especially since I blended in people from classes A and B. Speaking of which, I planned on making the hero course larger, as this in university and uni classes, at least in my experience, have at least 60 people, but I decided against that; the why will become apparent as the story progresses.
