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Aizawa Shouta knew three things for certain.
1. The world had decided from the moment the he was been born that he'd never get a good night of sleep.
2. There would be a cold day in hell before he could stand against Hizashi for long when he wanted something.
3. This was going to be horrible and he was so going to regret this.
In Shoutas defence, he had been running on little to none sleep as per usual, and had been unusually emotional. He should have known to just walk out of the door when Hizashi had started mentioning his position at UA, but Snowflake was resting on his lap, for once not starting a fight with Infra. Thinking back too it, Hizashi and Infra must've worked together in this as partners in crime. It has been suspicious how willing Hizashi had been to spend time with the spotted, blood-thirsty (and sweet) cat. Traitors.
So now Shouta stood with resignation in front of the door of the General Education Department classroom- or General Studies as he and Nemuri used to call it for short. He wasn't saying that the school didn't prioritize the other classes than the Hero course, and that he was assigned to this class as a test for his newly found teaching abilities- but yeah, that was exactly what he was saying. That had made Shouta just slightly furious. He had been in that class himself goddamit, before he had proven himself in the tournament. That system would change soon, if he had any say in it, but for the moment he should focus on teaching this class. He was going to provide the guidance he'd needed if any of them by chance wanted to become heroes like he did, but overall it was just a small possibil-
"Fuck the system! Viva la revolution!"
Shouta, having gone on only a small course in teaching, was not ready for the pure wrath of 19 teenagers aiming to become heroes.
"What the fuck," was the first thing he said when meeting his students for the first time.