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Shinsou Hitoshi did not get paid enough to deal with class 1-A’s shit. Case in point, right now. It was three am, and he was standing in his Picachu pj pants and worn out Earphone jack T-shirt. He looked over his 20 students using his best Aizawa disappointment looktm. He learn it was an integral part in his hero, and teacher training (and yes Todoroki he didn’t inherit it, because he wasn’t Earserhead’s love child).
Denki stumbled out of the dorm in his purple and black plaid PJ pants, and Pinky T-shirt. He walked to Hitoshi half asleep and practically fell asleep on his shoulder. ‘Damnit’ he thought as he’s shook him awake ‘he has a image to up hold. Denki was still half asleep, but off him.
“So,” he said, and all his students flinch “which one of you manage to set the tree of fire, despite 4 of you having water base quirks,”
They were all looking at each other and said nothing. He saw how it was.
“If nobody steps forwards in the next 10 seconds you all are doing Hell training.
He heard at lest 10 gasps and all looked scared. Good.
“I did it,” yelled Takami
Hun? How the hell did the girl with the ice quirk set fire to the tree.
“How did you set fire to the tree,” Denki mumbled for the first time since getting out here
“Well,” she said “Y’know about my fire resistance?”
Oh boy. “Yes,”
“So we were wondering if I took a swig of rubbing alcohol and set a flame by my mouth,”
Oh god he had a bad feeling of were this was going
“If I could breathe fire,” she continued “turns out,” she shifted her gaze to the tree “I can,”
Yup Hitoshi needed a raise.
“Two weeks detention and three weeks of hell training with me and one week of hell training with principal Aizawa,”
Most of her classmates eyes went wide and Takami made a noise that sounded like a dyeing cat.
“Now all of you,” he said “go. to. bed.”
He turned around and dragged Denki back to bed with him.
Once again Hitoshi was in front of Class A being told how Takami caught something on fire. At least it was at a reasonable time.
“So,” Hitoshi sighed as he looked at the burn kitchen, “you baked cookies. Burn them so badly that they caught on fire. Instead of freezing them with your quirk you picked up a towel and bat it with that. The towel caught on fire. You then hit that against the counter and the cabinets caught fire. Then and only then you decided to use your quirk,”
“Yes sir,” she said meekly
“I’m almost impressed,” he sighed “Two weeks detention and a week of hell training,”
He then turned around to go back to his on campus apartment. While walking of he heard something about how she was going to die, and Izumi said at least she was getting buff.
“And your ban from the kitchen,” he yelled before he left the building.
“Her snicker doodle cookies though,” Ono whined from somewhere
It’s late September this time and he feels tire. His class felt tired too. He could see it in their eyes and in their souls. They wanted- no needed rest. They were all tire of the crying and the yelling and the blaming. The blanket of grief and trauma seemed to smother all of them.
His bones felt heavy. His eyes were drooping. His throat is sore. He feels like there are lead in his shoes. He could only imagine what his class was going through.
This time Hitoshi isn’t angry or disappointed that Takami caught cable dish on fire. He was just deeply worried for his deeply traumatized problem child.
“Takami,” he said
“Yeah I know after school detention, and Hell training,” she said with a deep, deep sigh.
He looks at his class of 19 and then directly at her.
“No, please take the next few days off and talk to me when your ready,” he told her and then address the rest of his class “that goes for all of you,”
The next time he has to deal with the class’ resident pyro his class they are in better spirits.
That doesn’t mean he isn’t sick of dealing with the fires.
Takami has an ice quirk for crying out loud.
‘Well’ he thought ‘80% of the explosions in the dorms when he was in Class-A weren’t from Bakugou,’
“What did you guys think was a good idea this time?” He said to his 19 students
“I wanted to see if I could make my plants fire proof , and protect me from fire,” Ono said
“So,” Naoki continued “We wrapped me in the plants. When Ookaou wouldn’t set me on fire,”
‘Y’know’ Hitoshi thought ‘like a reasonable person,’
“So we went to Takami,” Naoki said
“Turns our Sakura made flammable flowers instead of inflammable flowers,” Takami said with ultra sass and bite
“You three,” Hitoshi said to Ono, Naoki, and Takami “ 2 weeks detention and 3 weeks hell training. Next time do it in a traing facility and not the dorms,”
They all looked like the blood was drain form their body.
“Yes sir,”
In the first week of second year the pyro decided to strike again.
So now he was looking at a pile of ash that was once was Class 3-B resident pervert Kuma Ringo’s tapes. Apparently he had a video camera in the girl locker room. She found it and burnt the cameras and tapes.
“I’m not sorry,” she said unwavering
“I’m not necessarily happy,” he said “but I’m not mad. Sure you could have done it better, but I’m not mad,”
“What’ll happen to the pervert,” she asked
“Probably expelled. Luckily or unlucky he had an USB,”
She mumbled some very colorful language under her breathe.
“You,” he said in a tone that got her attention “you destroyed a others student property,”
“But-“ she started
“I’m not mad,” he interrupted”but according to the rules I have to punish you. Two weeks detention,”
“No hell training?” She asked a little skeptical
“Nope,”
He’s never saw someone happy cry so hard, and he was friends the Midoriya Izuku.
It was the middle of second year and for the 6th time he stood in front of his class because someone set something on fire.
“Takami,” he sighed “why did you set the tv on fire?”
“It wasn’t me,” she pouted
He gave her the Aizawa Shota I won’t deal with your bullshit looktm.
“I didn’t I swear,” she defended
“She actually put it out,” Kitamura defended
He quirked an eyebrow at that.
“She did put it out! I was there,” Aoki defended
“Ok so what happen to cause the TV to set fire?” He asked skepticaly
“We don’t know,” Ito said “one second we were Turing on the TV, and then poof. Fire!”
Hitoshi wonder if this how Eraserhead felt. He needed to send him a fruit basket, or something. Maybe that super expensive coffee he likes.
“I’ll get someone to look into it. It’s probably just faulty wireing,” he sighed
The night before:
At 12 am Denki was making his last rounds around the dorms, and making sure everyone was asleep. He could stop yawning. He didn’t sleep well the night before.
So he leaned on the TV and shut his eyes for two seconds. When the ice in the ice machine shifted he flinch awaked. He sent a few shocks of electricity into the TV. He didn’t think it would cause any trouble so he didn’t say anything.