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Aizawa knew he wasn’t the best teacher in the world.
No matter how many people said he was, he knew he wasn’t.
He hated kids and anything to do with children-
So as he stood before his class during the midterm of the year he began to regret his choices in the ages he chose to teach.
He could’ve chosen to teach kids from 3-5 years old, but no.
He could’ve taught kids between the ages of 5 to 10 as well, but NO.
He chose to teach 17 year olds…
This was the age where teenagers began to truly find themselves, where they knew were they wanted to be and who they were. It was also the time in their lives where their hormones were at their highest much to his char grin.
He hated his teenage years- he had multiple feelings about certain people he’d rather not state and he regretted even considering it at his age now. He swore he’d never masturbate to President Mic again after he turned 18.
Speaking of masturbation…
That was the first word he walked in on as he walked into class.
“What the hell is going on here…?” He grumbled- it was too early for this.
He rubbed his face, hands itching to grab his yellow sleeping bag.
Mineta was the first one to speak up- and he kind of guessed the rat would want to speak about such things because of how he is normally. “If Bakugou sweats explosive liquid from his hands, does that mean he can’t get off without exploding his dick off.”
He DID NOT EXPECT THAT…
“OI, YOU FUCKER, DON’T TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!” The man of the hour spoke up after that, ironically setting off an explosion into his table top.
It was an odd question and Aizawa didn’t even want to think of Bakugou having any sexual feelings/ attraction because he would probably be violent and rough- and there he was thinking of Bakugou having sexual feelings… He shuddered in a bad fucking way. “Bakugou. Calm down.” He warned.
“HOW CAN I WHEN THE CLASS IS TALKING ABOUT MY CERTAIN HABITS!”
“Ah, so you admit it- you can masturbate…” Mineta said, obviously wanting to die. Bakugou practically glared a hole through Midoriya, who sat behind him and straight into the eyes of the purple boy.
“The chemical in my sweat has an effect on my blood pressure- so I gotta be moving or making my blood pressure go up somehow!”
“Do you do that by mast-“ Mineta started but was interrupted by the mumbling coming from Midoriya. He got out his notebook and started scribbling down words no one could understand with his rushed hand writing.
“Why are you writing this down?!” Bakugou shouted; worry and suspicion etched into his face and voice.
“Is that how you deal with putting your blood pressure up Kacchan? Please answer Mineta’s question!”
Ok, that wasn’t creepy at ALL.
“Midoriya stop being a creep, Mineta shut up and Bakugou… just stop talking.”
Bakugou huffed out a sigh. “I don’t just masturbate purple shit. I got plenty of bitches.”
Mineta scoffed at that, expression reading disbelief. “You’ve got no bitches; no one would want to fuck with you.”
A smirk crossed Bakugou’s face and Aizawa thought he saw him make eye contact with Midoriya whilst saying “You wanna bet?” but he could be wrong.
A blush crossed Midoriya’s face and he retracted that claim to say it could be possibly true with the other boy’s reaction… and that it worried him to no end.
The flush soon disappeared and Aizawa kind of thought he imagined it- with the way Midoriya continued scribbling in his dream journal. Experimenting was natural for teenagers; they were just coming into puberty where sex was the in thing so he doubted no one in his class hadn’t done something with a partner.
He did not expect those partners to be Midoriya and Bakugou- but he could roll with it as long as it was fully consensual and it didn’t affect their work as heroes.
“Why’d you look at Deku whilst saying that…?” Purple ball kid said, eyes wincing suspiciously- he missed nothing when it came to sexual tension.
“Why would you assume I looked at Deku?!” Bakugou argued when he obviously had been looking at his childhood friend.
“Midoriya seems like a romantic type though and I imagine you like a sweet quickie in the closet or something-“
“I’M MORE ROMANTIC THAN THAT YOU FUCKER!” Explosions erupted again and Aizawa knew he should control his students but he cast his eyes over to his beloved sleeping bag and decided fuck it and grabbed the sucker, settling into his natural habitat and leaving Bakugou to beat the living crap out of Mineta.
When All Might came in to check on the class a while later it’s safe to say it was a mess with Mineta looking blow up, the balls on top of his head missing (and that was impressive because he could repeatedly create them at will so someone had to pull them out for a long time). Bakugou was screaming at his friends who were teasing him about something. Midoriya sat silently in his chair, unaware of the Armageddon around him and as All Might got closer to the middle of the classroom he found Aizawa’s comatose body wrapped in his sleeping bag by the corner.
He knelt down on his knee by Aizawa’s open face and asked “What happened, Shota?”
One word was enough to answer that question though.
“Fucking children…”