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If Monday was amusing for Aizawa, Tuesday is downright hilarious in the hero’s eyes. It starts off perfectly, and Aizawa has to hide his smirk when Midoriya walks into class seconds before the bell, a mug of coffee in his hand, a spare capture weapon wrapped around his neck- which Aizawa didn’t even give him, how did Midoriya get that?-, and a familiar tired expression worn into his face. Midoriya even has dark rings under his eyes, and Aizawa honestly cannot tell if it’s makeup or actual eyebags that the boy has suddenly gained.
The silence that had just fallen over the class is replaced with a multitude of questions the moment Midoriya enters the room, the rest of 1-A trying to understand this change of events. Midoriya glares at the class, and Aizawa almost chokes because Midoriya’s eyes seem to glint and darken despite the boy not having a Quirk to do that.
“Silence, or you’re out,” Midoriya says, and the room falls quiet. Well, except for one student.
“Why do you get to dress up again?” Mineta asks, and Midoriya sighs and points to the door.
“Get out,” Midoriya says. “You’re expelled.”
As the class devolves into pandemonium once again, Aizawa decides that he’s completely okay with his decisions.
‘ Maybe next time, they’ll listen to my goddamn lecture, ’ Aizawa thinks, and if he chuckles, only one green-haired boy actually catches it.
And that is quite alright.
What is not quite alright, however, is that the class has yet to settle down. Aizawa glares at his students, opening his mouth to chide them, but it seems that his student is already prepared.
“Quiet down,” Midoriya says. “If I have to remind you one more time, I’ll make you start writing essays on why silence is a virtue in the world of heroics.”
The class finally falls silent, and then a single, shaking hand raises. Aizawa raises an eyebrow, but calls on them anyways.
“Mineta.”
“Am- am I actually expelled?” Mineta asks shakily, and Aizawa lets one of his practically patented smiles grow on his face.
“Are you questioning your teacher’s decision?” Aizawa asks, and just like that Mineta is racing out of the room, tears forming in his eyes. Aizawa watches the boy flee, and then clears his throat.
“If that is all,” Aizawa says, turning to the chalkboard.
Only to see that Midoriya is already writing on the board, the words, ‘The Points of Personas and Aesthetics’ written in his usual, lazy scrawl.
Aizawa’s lazy scrawl. Not Midoriya’s signature scribbling.
Aizawa wonders if Midoriya wrote yesterday’s notes in Bakugou’s handwriting style instead of his own. He decides that he can always ask later.
Turning to face the class, Midoriya begins to speak. “As you learned yesterday, having a persona can be tricky. A single sentence can cause you to stumble, breaking your entire act in seconds. For many of you, it’s clear that personas aren’t easy to maintain. However, there are multiple perks of having one. That’s part of what we’ll be discussing. Along with that, we need to talk about aesthetics. Having a flashy costume is fine for some, and is part of the glamour of being a dayling hero, but fashion can override functionality, and it’s important to make sure that your look isn’t so overdone that it negates your ability to be a hero.”
Midoriya picks up Aizawa’s phone, tapping in the passcode without thinking and clicking on the screen, immediately projecting a hologram onto the board. “You will have fifteen minutes to go over your own image. Think about the pros and cons that having a persona would grant you, along with any flaws in your costume that may decrease your performance as a proper hero. Begin.”
The class is frozen for a moment, and then they all begin to write down notes, some scribbling furiously while others struggle to start. Aizawa, for his part, just watches as Midoriya looks over the room, sighs, and then climbs into a yellow sleeping bag. The boy falls asleep instantly, dropping to the floor, and Aizawa can’t help but stare.
That sleeping bag hadn’t been there a moment ago. And, more importantly...how did Midoriya know his password? Or his lesson plans?
Aizawa chalks it up to being a Midoriya thing, and promptly falls asleep in his own sleeping bag. He’s got thirteen minutes of free nap time, and he’ll take what he can get.
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Yamada decides that he might just cry when he walks 1-A’s classroom, only to find a certain grape-haired student missing, and another resting in the corner, wrapped up in a familiar sleeping bag and apparently asleep.
“What the fuck,” Yamada murmurs under his breath, in English, of course, because he has standards . Then, louder, “Hey, listeners! Mind telling me what’s going on?”
Iida steps up to his duty as class representative, standing up and explaining that, “We have two Aizawa’s for the day! This Aizawa is sticking around for all of our other lessons!” He points to Midoriya as he speaks, and Yamada watches as Midoriya opens one eye and glares at his peers.
Glares.
‘ What has Shouta done to the poor listener? ’ Yamada wonders, but he doesn’t voice that question, instead choosing to ask, “Alright, and where’s the tiny listener?”
“I expelled the brat,” Midoriya mutters, shifting into an upright position. “If that’s all, you should start the lesson, ‘Zashi. I’m stuck supervising these hellspawn for the day, we might as well be productive.”
Yamada blinks at his student’s words, unable to decide which part deserves the freakout that’s going on inside of his head. Is it the expulsion? The ease with which Midoriya called him ‘Zashi’, despite taking a whole month to switch from ‘Present Mic-sensei’ to ‘Yamada-sensei’? The fact that he called his classmates hellspawn ?
Yes. The answer is yes. All three deserve the freakout.
Yamada excuses himself from the room, shutting the door behind him carefully.
A loud scream can be heard throughout Yuuei, and nobody bats an eye. Not after yesterday.
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Midoriya doesn’t show up for lunch, and so his friends decide to find him. Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka and Shinsou head down to 1-A. The first three are concerned that their friend is skipping lunch because he doesn’t know where to sit, Shinsou just wants to see what made his homeroom teacher look so petrified. Iida opens the door to their classroom, and all four freeze upon entering, openly staring at the scene before them.
Aizawa stares back, a jelly pouch raised halfway to his mouth, cocooned in his sleeping bag. Midoriya lays beside him, a mirror image of the man. An empty pouch lays beside the boy’s head, it’s the exact same flavor. Half of the greenet’s face is covered by his capture weapon, making the eyebags all the more prominent.
“Well, I can see the resemblance,” Shinsou admits, causing Todoroki’s eyes to widen.
“I’ve been looking in the wrong places all along,” Todoroki whispers, looking as if he’s just had the most important revelation of his entire life.
“Aren’t you supposed to be eating right now?” Aizawa asks, and Iida jumps into an explanation.
“We are, we were just worried for Midoriya! We didn’t know if he had eaten, but it’s clear that he has, so-”
“I don’t really care,” Aizawa admits. “Go back to lunch.” Without another word, Aizawa closes his eyes, falling asleep immediately.
“Huh,” Uraraka says, and just like that, Aizawa and Midoriya are left to their naps.
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All Might decides quite a few things on Tuesday. The first is as follows: All Might does not like the personality swap assignments that Aizawa had recently assigned to his students- and he especially does not like that his successor has been singled out to continue impersonating others. It just feels wrong , on a fundamental level, to see his bright and cheery boy so...so not bright and cheery.
One can not blame All Might for his loss of words, he’s still reeling from Midoriya’s scathing remarks from yesterday’s swap. And now, today? With Midoriya acting like his coworker ?
All Might decides that he is more afraid of Midoriya acting as Aizawa than he is of Aizawa himself.
Because Midoriya is not made to be giving harsh glares and cold comments, and yet he’s still doing exactly that .
“You know, I thought that teaching book was supposed to teach you something,” Midoriya remarks as All Might sends the other students off to their activities- Midoriya had refused to join in on the basis that they only had eighteen students, and All Might is too afraid to ask where Mineta has gone at this point. “But it seems that you’re as incompetent as always.”
“My boy,” All Might says instinctively, and Midoriya sighs.
“The Problem Child is on house arrest again.” Midoriya turns a sharp eye on All Might, and here the retired hero could almost swear that the boy is using Erasure, because his eyes seem almost red as he says, “If you don’t behave, you will be, too.”
Yeah, All Might decidedly does not like seeing Midoriya as a mini-Aizawa. He prefers the hero fanboy, thank you very much.
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Overall, the day is a success in Midoriya’s eyes. While obtaining the necessary props for the day had been a bit of a hassle- he had, after all, had to snatch the key to Aizawa-sensei’s room off of Yamada-sensei, and then return it without getting noticed-, it was definitely worth the effort to have the capture weapon, lesson plans, and sleeping bag. And thanks to Midoriya remembering his teacher’s password after seeing the man put it in during their fourth week of school, Midoriya thinks he did pretty well during the day.
And Aizawa-sensei must think so, too, Midoriya thinks, because Aizawa asks for him yet again when the day ends.
“Midoriya,” Aizawa says as the bell rings, for the second day in a row. “Stay after, again, will you?”
Midoriya agrees, and the day continues as it should.