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"Exactly what I said. Izuku, here, will be your teacher assistant for as long as he's here."
Nezu smiled at them, and Shouta wasn't entirely sure it wasn't a threat. They had their usual sadistic gleam, but it seemed more prominent today.
'He might just hate me. That would explain a lot...
The teacher eyed the rodent in front of him warily.
'Maybe a little too much.'
Izuku grinned and look a little too pleased with the news. The younger man looked between them rapidly, getting more excited with each turn of his head. He finally spoke when Shouta grabbed his face to keep it from moving.
"Owww, you're being mean," he whined from beneath his hand. "Anyway, I'm teaching students? That's awesome! I love teaching kids! If I wasn't running my yakuza, then I'd have totally been a teacher!"
He let go of the young man's face out of shock.
'He admitted it? Just like that? And he loves teaching? That's... normal and kind of ador- no. Not the time, nor the place.'
The principal's eyes flicked to him before training on Izuku again. The sudden fear of a mind reading Nezu strikes him. The world very much so would soon be a pile of flame and rubble, if that were the case. Subjectated to the will of it's overlord of unknown origin.
In other words: Not Good (capitalized for extreme emphasis).
"So, you have teaching experience," Nezu hummed curiously. "Do you have a license?"
Izuku outright laughed at that question, but decided to answer it anyway.
" If anyone in my group had a kid, the child was guaranteed safety and education. Usually, one of the mothers would teach. Sometimes they couldn't, or occasionally there'd be too many. That's when I would teach. Of course, I don't actually have a license. Is it worse to not have a license, or to create a fake identity to get one?"
Shouta sighed at the question. Neither were great, but he didn't know what he was expecting.
'Is it sad that I would have been happily surprised if he did? A single day, and he's lowered both expectations and standards," was his half-distressed, but mostly resigned thought process.
"Well," Nezu started, "A license would have been a bonus, but seeing as it's a temporary spot to keep you out of trouble, it's not entirely necessary. The experience should be enough to make up for that."
And oh, if only someone had said that to Shouta when he took a teaching course.
"Now, out of my office. Eri is being taken care of, and you two have classes to attend to."
Shouta didn't want to do this. It was going to be loud and annoying, and frankly he has enough of that in his life via Hizashi. The boss has ordered it, though.
He opened the door to class 1-A, his entrance quieting the students. He began once he reached the podium.
"Class, we have a temporary problem."
The fear on the kids' faces is something he'd usually relish in. He's too tired to enjoy it right now.
The green gremlin walked in with a shit eating grin.
"Me, I'm the problem."
The class uproared in surprise and outrage. He could understand why they were upset, but they were being too damn noisy. So, he flared his quirk to get their attention.
"Quiet! I know yesterday was... muddled, to say the least, but I'm sure you were briefed on the details last night."
The confused silence made Shouta's headache worse.
'Of course, of course the rat left me holding the bag,' was his quiet complaint. While he now believed the principal hated him, he couldn't quite shake the lingering fear of the creative's possible omnipotence.
"Apparently, I'm wrong in that assumption. The man next to me was telling the truth when he claimed to be Midoriya from another dimension. It's also come to light that he's a villain-"
"Vigilante," Izuku interrupted. "Assassin if you must, but my team and I are officially labeled as vigilantes."
The raven haired hero dragged a hand down his face in exasperation before continuing.
"That he's a vigilante," he paused there in irritation. "Obviously, we couldn't trust him too much because of this. The only reason he's not in a cell right now is that he's been cooperative, and since we can't just let him roam free, he's under my watch."
The class looked collectively freaked out. Except Bakugou, he looked like he wanted to fight.
Then again, he always looks like that.
A long suffering sigh left Shouta as he finished his announcements.
"Izuku, as he prefers, will be my TA until he leaves so that I can keep an eye on him."
There was no hope for getting his students back under control after that.
Five minutes. He had left them alone for five minutes.
Shouta had some papers that he needed to give to Hizashi, so tentatively he had let Izuku watch the class while he walked the papers there. The vigilante was his TA, and he had teaching experience, right? It was only for a few minutes anyway.
And what does he come back to?
"And that's how you make black powder from scratch! Next, I'll teach you a simple way to make napalm. You never know when you'll need it!"
The headache he had came back with a vengeance.
'This is fine. Izuku is just teaching a class of irresponsible teenagers how to D.I.Y. warfare,' the thought was calm, in the way only half-hysterical people are.
Walking into the class, he noticed that half of the class was terrified and the other half seemed interested. Concerningly, Bakugo was writing notes with the same intensity Midoriya usually did. He should probably keep an eye on that.
"Izuku," Shouta sighed frustratedly. "Stop teaching the students illegal things. They're becoming heroes. You know, law enforcement?"'
"Ah! You're back, Shouta! This class is so much more well behaved then mine usually are," Izuku crowed, disregarding his previous instruction. "I wish I had some candy to give them! They have such good questions!"
His students seemed rightfully wary, but most still perked up at the mention of candy.
'God, they really are just kids,' he wishes he could protect them more.
"Sir, should we take notes on this lesson?", Uraraka asked nervously.
"Please, for the love of God, don't take anymore notes on what he teaches you when I'm not here."
He wasn't pleading. At this point, he was begging.
The gleam in most of their eyes told him exactly what they were going to do. Maybe, at least, he could make this a safety lesson.
'And,' he thinks while casting a glance a Bakugo. 'Perhaps an excuse to get Inui to evaluate these poor kids that probably need help as much as I need a nap.'