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As far as Bakugou Katsuki was concerned, he was the ideal teacher. Sure he might be in the principal's office more often than most students due to his language. However, he knew they couldn't and would't fire him due to his 100% passing rate. No student had ever failed his math class. He was a not a bullshit “easy” teacher, the opposite actually, he despised instructors like that. All of his students pass, undisputedly, for the simple fact that he will never give up on them.
He invited the Kirishima’s to a parent-teacher conference because their son had not passed a single one of his test. Not one. Bakugou be damned if his perfect record was going to get shattered due to some brat. Katsuki knows Kirishima Kai isn't stupid, damn brat answers the hardest bonus questions correctly. Therefore, it is obviously an issue of parenting. After all, what kind of a parent lets their son wear crocs with socks in the winter???
Mr. Bakugou normally hated meeting with the parents, usually, he wouldn't have to as parents only cared if the kid was doing bad in the subject. Occasionally he would have the parent that would demand he apologize for telling his student: "Is your brain made of ramen noodles or what? It's the only explanation as to why you won't understand a basic fraction."
In those cases, all he would do is give those parents a beginner's level math quiz and they would never bother him again.
Katsuki was actually looking forward to meeting them. This time he held all of the cards and his goal of the night was to make the Kirishima's shit their pants and hire a tutor he smiled at the thought and waited patiently for his 5 o'clock.
Kirishima Eijriou did not ask to be a single dad, that was his number one fear since his parents had a really messy divorce in his middle school years. So, he waited and did everything right. He stayed with his high school sweetheart, got married after they graduated from university. And only had Kai when they were both settled into their careers. His plan was always to do everything with his partner.
Life, however, had a different plan. His spouse was diagnosed with cancer a few years back, now he was in his late 30's with a mortgage and Kai who was constantly fighting at school.
Now he had to meet with his math professor probably about how much Kai misbehaved or how he was going to repeat the year, Eijirou sighed changed into his comfort clothes, (basketball shorts, his crimson riot t-shirt, and crocs) and went to the school.
Kirishima walked into the school asked which way to the 8th-grade hall, he saw the door was open and didn't bother to knock he walked inside the classroom and looked around it was empty, surprisingly plain except for a poster of a grumpy cat with the quote: "Do Your Work!"
"You are just going to walk-in somewhere without getting invited? I see they stopped teaching manners," a deep voice said from the entrance scaring Kirishima, he turned around to apologize and introduce himself but he stopped and froze in his tracks.
Eijirou was expecting to see an old grey and wrinkly teacher, he was not expecting such a strong, manly and hot blond, the teacher in question could not be that much younger than him, late 20, early 30's... fuck Kirishima was going to have a harder time paying attention.
The teacher looked at him up and down and scoffed, "Here I was thinking the crocs were Kai's doing but now I see there is going to be no convincing you to get rid of those atrocities, the hair too, he does take after you huh?" He moved past Kirishima and motioned for him to sit on the chair across from him.
Kirishima snapped out of his trance and followed him, but it was still really hard to focus on anything except how good the blond looked in that button up. No, he had to focus, he was here for Kai, "Kirishima Eijirou, nice to meet you Mr. Bakugou right?" he asked as he offered his hand.
"Wait did you say he?" Eijirou asked after his brain finally caught up to his surroundings.
The scowl on Bakugou's face grew to one of disgust, "Don't tell me you are a fucking transphobe that refuses to support your kid, because if that is the case we are going to have a different conversation," he spat.
"No, no that's not it at all, I fully support Kai in anything and everything,” Eijirou was quick to reply while speaking animatedly with his whole body. “ I'm just surprised because you are the first teacher I don't have to correct," Kirishima replied with a smile, "Honestly, it's a relief I'm so glad he has a manly role model like you."
"Tch," Bakugou looked around, "Mrs. Kirishima won't be joining us?"
Eijirou shook his head, "There is no- my spouse passed away almost a year ago , It's been tough, just me and the kid," he faked a smile.
"Do you know why you are here?" Mr. Bakugou asked.
"Did he get into another fight? I tell him to go to the teacher when someone bullies him or says anything rude but he gets his temper from- is he suspended?" Kirishima asked visibly concerned.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, "no one ever dares to get into a fight in my classroom," he stated as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's not about shitty behavior, well maybe it is, do you discipline him at all? or are you babying him because he lost his other parent?" he pushed the file he prepared in Kirishima’s direction.
"I try to discipline him, but I’ve never been one to believe in violence, my partner was the ‘bad cop’, I do lecture him but-"
"I've heard all I needed to hear," Bakugou cut him off. "It's obvious you don't need to grow a backbone, but learn how to use it." Before Kirishima could reply Bakugou continued.
"I'll cut to the chase, Kai is on track to fail my class, NO ONE fails /my/ class, you need to hire a tutor. He's smart just not doing the homework or applying himself," he reached over the desk and pointed to a few documents of examples. "Toughest problems are correct."
"A tutor huh?" he scratched his head, lately he had been alone with medical bills- well ALL of the bills. Money was extremely tight. Eijriou made a decent amount from his career as a pro wrestler but that will only last a few more years his degree was in theater and well he doesn’t know what he would be able to find.
"Hello is someone in there," Eijirou was brought back from his thoughts when Bakugou yelled directly in his ear when he got beside him? He had no idea.
"Yeah sorry, it's just that I can't afford a tutor right now."
"Tch, so you are going to let Kai fucking fail?" The teacher stated as he rolled his eyes.
"No, maybe I can tutor him? what is he learning right now?"
"Oh, so you think anyone can teach math huh?" Bakugou slid a paper out of the folder and handed him a pencil clearly prepared for this exact scenario.
"You have 30 minutes to complete the exam," he smirked as he walked away.
Kirishima wasn't close to being done when he heard Mr. Bakugou return he had skipped over a few problems but he knew enough math to know he probably didn't pass, he kept working on the exam until Mr. Bakugou slapped hands on the table and took the pencil from his hand.
"Let's see how you did shitty style," he said picking up the exam from the table.
"Shitty sty-" he stopped talking as soon as he laid eyes on the teacher again. Mr. Bakugou had taken off his white button-up- that left a lot to the imagination- and was now in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, which well... he gulped. "So how did-" he cleared his throat, "how did I do?"
Mr. Bakugou stood behind him and placed one hand on his right shoulder as he motioned to the exam with his left. He was so close to him Kirishima could smell his cologne and could feel him breathe down his neck.
"Not as bad as I thought you would."
"So I passed?" he turned to look at the teacher. Big mistake he was even hotter up close. Gorgeous ruby eyes, freckles, yeah definitely freckles and his jawline. He saw Mr. Bakugou smirk and realized he had been openly staring at him, Kirishima looked away.
"Nope, not even close, how do you mess up simple divisions?"
"It's been a while-"
"Nope shut up," Bakugou squeezed his right shoulder to demand his attention, "I wasn't finished. How do you fuck up simple division but get the word problem correct?"
Kirishima shook his head.
"Kai needs a tutor," he stated and walked away. Kirishima turned his head to make sure he hadn't left to find Bakugou staring at him with his arms crossed.
"So what do you suppose I do? I can't afford a tutor," Eijirou reaffirmed.
"Figure it out, I'm not losing my perfect record over a single brat," he rolled his eyes.
"If your perfect record is so important, why don't you tutor him?" The words came out of his mouth before he registered what he had said.
Mr. Bakugou turned him around in his chair and got really close to his face as he yelled, "What the hell did you just tell me?!"
"Why don't you tutor Kai?" Kirishima repeated, this time with confidence, refusing to back down. Bakugou started at him frown on his face. They lasted like that for what felt like several minutes before he backed away and pointed at the door.
"Get out," he demanded.
"So, see you at my house tomorrow afternoon?" Kirishima offered.
"OUT!" Mr. Bakugou pushed him out and slammed the door. Kirishima drove all the way home disappointed before he realized he technically didn't refuse.
Bakugou Katsuki arrived at his apartment completely floored. He has not expected Kai's father to be so, so, ... dumb. Well, that and his dream man personified. That beast of a man. Tall, he had to be at least 6" 3' (1.91 m), Bakugou himself was 6" (1.83 m) and big. Bakugou was no weakling, exercised regularly but even through the old T-shirt and basketball shorts he could see Kirishima's muscles and /knew/ he was strong, maybe even stronger than him. And that mane, that ridiculous red out of control mane.
Bakugou could only imagine how good that man would look in proper dress wear, the thought of that alone almost made him forget the reason he had asked to see him, almost. "wHy DoNt yOu TuTOr hIm" Anyone else he would have given them a lectured and sent them to hell. However, the thought of having his perfect record shatter was enough to have him reconsider, it was definitely not the puppy dog crimson eyes of the redhead, definitely not. He spent the rest of the night grading homework assignments and NOT thinking about anything else.
Mr. Bakugou did not have Kai until 3rd period, he wondered if his father would be as forward as to send his address with him, how else was Bakugou supposed to know where to tutor that brat, unless it was a joke? He didn't seem like the type and Bakugou certainly wasn't.
"What the he-ck are you staring at D-?" he yelled at another one of his tutored students.
"Nn-othing Mr. B, I'm just .... uhhh are you?"
"Am I what D-? Am I done with your shit?" he mentally scolded himself for cursing.
"I think she wants to ask if you are wearing eyeliner today, sir," another student said.
"So, what if I fudging am C-? This is not a /beauty/ or art class, and unless you know what the slope of number 7 is I don't want to hear it," he slammed a ruler on his palm for emphasis.
The entire class jumped, "does anyone besides B+, now the answer to number 7?" he glared at the class. No one raised their hand.
"Tsk, you" he pointed at his student wearing green, "I gave you extra slope practice, this should be easy so what is it?"
"Umm, I uh think it's" the student began.
"Tch, you /think/ be more assertive C, I know you aren't stupid," he said while tapping the ruler on his palm counting the seconds.
"It's 3/4 Mr. B, sir," the student answered.
"D- is that what you got?" he pointed.
"Uhhh, yes sir."
He nodded, "Let's move on to question 8," he turned around to write 3/4 on the board and heard a collective sigh of relief from his class.
He smirked, totur- teaching was fun.
His 2nd-period was full of suck-ups & overachievers, the 1st exam he gave them they all got A's which was unacceptable, he wanted them to pass, not have an easy time, so with them maybe he stepped up his game a little more. After all, having a class full of "A's" would get confusing.
Bakugou went to the teacher's lounge to get a drink before 3rd period and as he was leaving, he noticed a circle of little gremlins in e by the lockers yelling "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" he rolled his eyes, the kids got worse each year it seemed. More aggressive and progressively dumber, what middle schooler thinks vaping in class isn't stupid? or fighting, right in front of the teacher's lounge?? at least do it behind the cafeteria trash room so you don't get caught.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" he yelled furiously getting the attention of the circle. A few of them ran away, others ignored him and continued to chant. He broke through the circle to see Kai and another student being held back by their friends.
"One of you snitches in the crowd better tell me before all of you get suspended," he warned.
"Taichi called Kai a girl and Kai pushed them," he heard a voice say beside him.
"Is that so?" he got in between both of them and motioned to their friends to let them go. He knew he had to separate them. He looked around for another adult & saw dek-Midorya rushing towards them. He hated to admit it but thanks to their... complicated past, he knew he was the right person to talk to Taichi.
"What is going on Kac- Bakugou?" the freckled teacher asked.
Bakugou nodded towards Taichi, "bullying," he said and immediately saw Midoiyas sunny disposition turn sour.
"Young man, please follow me," he heard him say through gritted teeth, "anything else I should know?" he asked Bakugou with a fake smile.
"He misgendered Kai," Bakugou answered relieved he was not the one at the other side of freckles face... this time.
"Alright break it up, go back to your classrooms now," he commanded the swarm of preteens around him.
"F, come with me," he instructed Kai.
Bakugou led him to the teacher’s lounge "wait here," he told him as he went to give the rest of the class busy work as the bell for the 3rd period had just rung.
When he returned Kai was sitting in one of the chairs with his arms crossed and tears rolling down his face. He looked pathetic, an orange hoodie that he had not seen him without for weeks, black sweatpants that matched his curly head of hair. & those damned crocs. Bakugou sighed remembering he was here to lecture not pity him.
"How many times has that happened?" he asked. Kai didn't say anything and wiped the tears off his face with the sleeve from his hoodie.
"I used to be a bully can you believe it brat?" he offered sitting in a chair beside him.
"With how much you made Haru cry last week? yeah, I can," Kai replied dryly.
"They should have thought of that before they cheated," he replied.
"Also, not what I fucking meant brat," he continued, "I used to torture and humiliate Mr. Midoriya." Kai looked up, "Mr. Midoriya?? Aren't you two friends?" he asked.
Bakugou sighed, "Hah, something like that. Life gave me a reality check, shit happened and realized how shitty I was and I apologized, in the end, it was up to him if he wanted to forgive me or not."
"Are you telling me I have to forgive him?"
"Nope. If you really hate him you don't have to forgive shit, you do have to learn how to deal with him and stay out of trouble," Bakugou handed him a tissue he got from the table beside them.
"Wipe your tears you don't want your classmates to see you like this," he offered. Kai didn't say anything and wiped the tears from his face.
"I can't believe you were just like him," Bakugou heard his student whisper.
"Oi, I wasn't," Bakugou defended himself, "I for once never dead named or misgendered dek- Midoriya, the moment that twerp came out I changed my insults accordingly."
"Mr. Midoriya is?" Kai looked up unable to finish the question. Bakugou looked away, "both of you have always been who YOU say you are, you understand?" he said. Kai nodded and gave a small reassuring smile.
"It's important that you do, the more you remember the less anything any shitty extra says will upset you," Bakugou stated.
"You have been cursing a lot, aren't you afraid I'm gonna tell the principal?" the preteen teased.
"Tch. Like I care what that old hag has to say, the one that should worry about her is you," Bakugou reminded him.
"I'll just get detention again," he brushed it off shrugging.
"Probably, but if this happens again I'll ask her to let ME pick your punishment," Bakugou gave him a wicked grin, " Trust me F, if that happens detention is going to feel like paradise to you," he threatened.
"You're joking?" Kai asked nervously.
"I always mean everything I say," he replied.
"It won't... I don't think I'll try," the student promised. Bakugou nodded then looked at the time and changed the subject.
"Before we go back in the classroom F, I need your address," Bakugou handing him a pen & tissue.
"Why?"
"Don't cha know? I'm your new tutor," the teacher replied with a devilish smirk.
"Tutor?" the curly-headed preteen replied unable to mask the surprised tone in his voice.
"Yeah, I'll be damned if I let you stay F forever, I have a perfect record to maintain," he stated.
"But."
"Why so gloomy, huh? people are usually /delighted/ to have one on one time with yours truly," Bakugou snickered.
"My dad uh, wouldn't like it if I gave away our address," Kai tried to reason.
"Your father," the blond rolled his eyes, "personally invited me, challenged me to tutor you even, and I'm never one to back down from a challenge," he glared at Kai and pointed his to the pen in his hand. Kai reluctantly wrote his address down. As soon as he finished Bakugou snatched the tissue from his hand and started walking towards the door, "Tell him I'll be there at 5 on the dot, and I hope he does something with that shitty mane of his," Bakugou instructed.
"What are you waiting for F? We have a class to attend," the blond teacher stated as he stood up and waited for him by the door.
As expected when he returned to the classroom he saw 1 kid with a vape, evidence of what appeared to be a paper airplane race, several students mistook his absence as nap time and worst of all a horrible doodle of him on the board.
Wasting no time he snatched the vape out of the 14 yr olds hand before the class registered he had returned, "principal's office, now," he instructed. He noticed Kai slip into his seat before he addressed the disaster that had been his unsupervised classroom. First things first he went towards the sleeping students and yelled, "GOOD MORNING!" They all jumped. When he finally had all of the attention of the class was on him he went towards his desk and pulled out a stack of papers.
"I hope all of this buffoonery happened because all of you are done with that assignment," he said while passing out the papers in his hand. "Since that is the only possible explanation, It means you are all ready to take a quiz on this subject." The class collectively whined.