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For the few days that he had known Aina Kumiko, Aizawa picked up on a couple things. 1. She was loud. Excessively. 2. She made messes. Constantly. 3. She did what she wanted. How she wanted.
All three things were traits that each uniquely made his skin crawl. Surely she'd quiet down after she'd settled into her new job right? Unfortunately for Shouta, Aina had already made herself at home in UA, and she didn't plan on quieting down or cleaning up anytime soon. As class 1-B's new temporary replacement teacher, she would be in close quarters with Aizawa more often than he was comfortable with. He'll just have to get used to such an extroverted and somewhat immature teacher being in his midst. If a person like Mic had grown on him, maybe in the distant future he won't dread her presence either. He'll still avoid the woman every time he rounds a corner of course, but perhaps he'll learn that he doesn't need to take longer routes to his classroom with the sole purpose of not bumping into her.
Today had been rough. Aizawa's nightly patrols hadn't ended until the wee-hours of the morning. Baring in mind he only had a few hours before he was to arrive for his day job, he had asserted that the best plan of action was to roll up in his fluorescent yellow sleeping bag and crash in his classroom (he had been given an extra key for such purposes). When he woke up after the two and a half hours of blissful sleep he had been granted, a less then heavenly sound echoed in his ears- it was that same loud and cheery voice that had already engraved itself into his mind.
Kumiko was strolling and chatting across the hall with Midnight. The two's booming voices tumbled around inside his eardrums while he crawled out of the sleeping bag with a light huff. It was way too early for this kind of noise.
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Aizawa stood beside the teacher lounge's occupied coffee maker waiting for his dark brew to finish. He had about 10 more minutes before his first class and was bent on drowning out his exhaustion with as much liquid-energy as possible. He usually tried to race to the coffee maker earlier into the day as to avoid early-morning interaction as much as humanly possible (he was exactly anything BUT a morning person), but because of his clock-out time the night prior, that was not an option.
"Shouta! How's it going this morning?" Present Mic's tone rang out from the opposite side of the coffee maker. Normally anyone else would have jumped at the volume that Present Mic "spoke in", but in Eraserhead's tired stupor, there was very little reaction. "Would be a whole lot better if you took it down a notch..." The teacher mumbled under his breath.
"Ah right, caught you before you've had your coffee, I get that." Mic pat his friend on the back, "By the way," Hizashi continued, "How's our Ms. Kumiko doing? Nezu did ask us specifically to make sure she was comfortable."
His question elicited a somewhat bitter response, "I'd say she's maybe too comfortable." Aizawa grumbled, taking a deep swig of the black coffee he had finished making. Mic cocked his head questioningly. "Went to check on her class room yesterday and she had her students using their quirks for some sort of show-and-tell she came up with."
"How's that so bad? Just because they aren't in your class they can't practice their quirks?" Jeered Mic.
There was a pause as Aizawa went for another chug before he answered. "-Except some didn't know how to effectively control their quirks. When I went in, there was a desk on fire and a sizable hole in the wall."
"Couldn't have been that bad-" Mic was cut off by Eraser's quirked eyebrow and one more meaningful sip. "...Anyway I'll have to discuss it with Ms. Kumiko sooner rather than later."
"Don't be too rough on her, Shouta. She's a pro hero; she's not one of your kids you know."
Aizawa just let out a humorous scoff and trudged off to class.