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Some of the professors at the university were like Izuku Midoriya.
“Alright, class, today is going to be an easy day. We’re gonna check over our work from last week's quiz and once that’s all set, you’re free to go home early for the day.” Izuku grinned brightly as his students cheered. Hands in the air, he tried to calm down the rowdy young adults. “Now, now, the sooner we get this done, the sooner everyone can leave. So, let’s start off with question one. What is cell theory?” He paused, large eyes searching the room as he waited for hands to slowly raise. “Yes, Eri?”
The white-haired girl stood up, glancing at the paper on her desk before looking up at her professor. “Cell Theory states that the cell is the basic unit of living organisms. Before cells were discovered to have existed, people were unaware that living organisms were made of building blocks like cells.”
Izuku clearly had a knack for teaching. He was a good listener with a calm, understanding nature who was always there for his student, anytime of the day. Literally, anytime . Ten minutes before class and there’s a paper that’s due that is nowhere near to being finished? He’d see what he could do to grant an extension. How about at one in the morning, when that frantically written email would ping on his phone and wake him up from a dead sleep? He’d reply right there and then try to come up with a game plan to help. He was extremely personable, often times sitting down in the cafeteria with former students of his during lunch just to chat and see how their semester was going.
He was, essentially, the best professor on that campus.
“Great answer, Eri! You can sit back down now. Now, onto question two. What types of living organisms do not have ce -”
“Uh… Professor?”
“Yes, Kota?”
“There’s, uh… there’s smoke coming from the classroom over.”
Izuku blinked, turning to where Kota was pointing. And promptly sighed. “Not again…”
“FUCKING BOOM, MOTHERFUCKERS!”
And then some were like Professor Bakugou.
“There he goes again…” Muttered one of the girls in the front row, eliciting snickers from her surrounding classmates.
Izuku shook his head, rubbing his forehead with a sigh as the sound of a mild explosion reverberated from the room next door. This wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time that his class would be interrupted by the ahem , gleeful shouts of one Katsuki Bakugou. This was typically a weekly, if not daily, occurrence.
At least he didn’t blow the door off the hinges this time. Izuku still had a sizable bruise on his ass from last weeks incident.
Steeling himself, Izuku shuffled to the door that connected his classroom to the blond’s, poking his head around the corner, expression initially blank until he realized just how much smoke there was in the room. He would have been worried if it weren’t for the cackling coming from the chemistry professor. Waving the smoke out of his face, he grimaced around a cough as he called out. “Kacchan, can you not scream ‘Motherfucker’ at the top of your lungs so -”
“Can it, Deku, we’re making fuckin’ magic in here. Burn baby, burn !”
Katsuki had always had an… interesting method to his teaching. He was abrasive, arrogant, and very, very loud. He didn’t hand out papers or tests every other week like most professors at the university. He didn’t really care if his students actually showed up to class most of the time - taking attendance was ‘beneath him’, as his philosophy was, to quote, “These fuckers are paying for their credits - not my job to babysit their immature asses.” He mainly graded you on how well you were able to conduct an experiment and not blow up the classroom .
It had only happened a few times that month.
But he was also known for being just as obnoxiously there for his students, like Izuku, just in... slightly different ways.
A great example of this had actually happened a few weeks prior. One of his students, a tiny freshman whose name Katsuki couldn’t be bothered to remember, came into class crying because her professor from one of her morning classes had degraded her in front of her classmates due to a low mark she had gotten on a paper. According to one of her friends, it had been a huge misunderstanding on when the work was supposed to be handed in - something to do with the syllabus having an incorrect date; honestly, Katsuki didn’t care enough for the details to look into it - and that professor had decided the best course of action would be to insult the girl in the middle of class.
And needless to say, Katsuki wasn’t one to let that slide after all the shit he had seen go down with his own partner, both by his own hands and others.
Long story as short as it could be, the explosive professor ended up threatening to decapitate his coworker and shove his head somewhere… rather unpleasant if he ever decided to yell at one of his students again.
He always said that the one week suspension he received for his comment was so worth it just to see the guys face as all the blood drained from it.
While he wasn’t necessarily the best teacher on campus, he was definitely a favorite of the students.
“Kacchan, I wouldn’t call that magic so much as science . You know - that thing we both studied in college? That thing we both teach ? Or well… some of us teach,” Izuku sassed, trying not to grin while his class giggled in the background. He watched in glee for a moment as Katsuki’s eye began to twitch, eyes burning with the promise of later retribution.
Oh, he was definitely going to regret that comment later that night.
“What was that, you shitty nerd?”
“You heard me - or are you going deaf, too?”
“Deku!” Katsuki growled out, practically smoking from the ears as he went to grab for the other professor. Izuku ducked with ease, clearly knowing where his antagonization would lead. “I’m going to wring your scrawny fucking neck!”
“Gotta catch me first!” Izuku snickered, dodging out of the way of Katsuki again before taking off down the hall.
Never one to back down from a challenge, the blond took chase with a a scream of rage. “Shitty Deku!”
Students from both classrooms peaked into the hallway, watching as the two older man raced down the hall.
“Dude, those two are so boning.”
“Kota!”
“What?! Tell me it’s not true. You’ve seen them together, Eri! If they aren’t fucking, I’ll eat my hat.”
“I want nothing to do with this…” Eri grumbled, gathering her stuff and walking from the room with a small shake of her head.
“H-hey, wait for me!” Kota called, stumbling around to grab his backpack before running after the pale-haired girl.
The remaining students looked at each other in confusion before Satsuki, one of the students in in Katsuki’s class asked the question on everyone's mind. “So… does this mean class is dismissed?”