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Aizawa has a problem. That problem is that everyone needs him for something. Whether with hero work or his teaching duties, someone always needs him for something. That's how it's always been, he's just gotten used to it. It ranges from principal Nedzu needing someone to take on extra paperwork to giving extra lessons to students to covering another teacher's class to covering someone else's patrol route for the night. Aizawa sees nothing wrong with it because if he's capable of doing something he should be the one to do it, it's only logical, he tells himself. Even if he already has his plate full, he'll still take the work people like pile onto him without a fuss. The only way he'll stop working is if his body betrays him from exhaustion or he finally becomes so overwhelmed he burns out. He really should learn how to say no to the extra work from time to time, then maybe he wouldn't find himself in these situations.

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Aizawa woke up to his alarm, not even twitching as it blared through his room. He was exhausted, he only got back to the dorms 45 minutes before he had to get up for his teaching duties. He could already hear his students moving around the dorms, getting ready for the day. He didn't dare close his eyes because if he did then he would fall  back asleep immediately, so instead he sat on the edge of the bed and stood up. Already regretting the day he was born. He took a quick hot shower, letting the water sooth his sore muscles. He had to cover another hero's patrol route because the other hero's mother was sick and there was no one else to take care of her, so he volunteered, Aizawa was capable and their patrol route was close to his own so it wasn't like he would have to go to the other side of town to patrol. He had a run in with a low level crook. He had a glass quirk, he could turn his skin into broken glass. Aizawa managed to use his own strength against him and turned him in but the guy got a few hits in, nothing major just a couple of stitches here and there, but man of it didn't hurt like a bitch. 

On top of that, he didn't get a nap in before he went out on patrol because he had extra paperwork from Nedzu to fill out and repeat yesterday's lesson to Kaminari until he understood. 

By the time he got dressed he was already dead on his feet. For the past  few days it's been like this. He wouldn't even get to catch up on sleep tonight either, he didn't have patrol, but he was really behind on hero reports and grading class 2A's tests and essays and he promised them that they would get their tests back tomorrow and Shouta Aizawa was not a man to make a promise that he couldn't keep. He walked out of his room on a mission for the coffee maker in the kitchen. He was trying space out and plan everything in his head so that he would be able to teach, grade, give extra lessons to students who need them (mostly Kaminari and Mina), and to  still get some sleep at the end of the day, but there was so much to plan for and so little time he couldn't see a way to plan it out properly. 

He barely even registered the kids spread out in the kitchen and common room greeting him and saying good morning.

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Class 2A had known Aizawa for 2 years now and probably know him better than anyone on campus with how much time they spend with him both in school and at the dorms. As soon as Aizawa entered the kitchen, they knew something was wrong with him. His face was set in an almost worried look, his brows furrowed and he was muttering like Midoriya does when he spirals. Even his body language was off, the way he started making coffee they could clearly see that he was slightly shaky. He didn't respond to any of their greetings not even Iida who was right next to him.

They didn't like that, it made them feel uneasy seeing their usually stoic and cold (but not really) teacher turned into....well....Midoriya. They could tell he was tired, more than usual, grocery store workers could do a bag check for his eyes. For the past few days they've noticed that Aizawa hasn't been taking any of his normal naps during homeroom. He still gave them worksheets, but instead of napping he was doing paperwork at his podium, Iida told them that when he collected the worksheets and placed them in the podium next Aizawa he saw that he was doing a mix of grading, lesson planning and what looked hero reports.

What freaked them out out even more was when Iida went to touch his shoulder to get his attention. He was still muttering to himself with that worried starting to turn frustrated face, Iida reached out to touch his shoulder to get his attention but when he did Aizawa practically shot 4 feet in the air, quirk activated, hand on his capture weapon and looking at Iida like he was going to skin him alive.

"S-sorry, I didn't meant to scare you!" Iida exclaimed, hands doing that choppy thing he does when trying to get a point across.

Aizawa settled as soon as he registered that it was just Iida talking to him and not some villain come to take his soul from his body.

"Its fine" Aizawa said, proud at how schooled his voice came out.

"Mr. Aizawa are you alright? You seem...tense" asked Yaoyorozu. He didn't just look tense he looked paler than normal and not just when Iida scared him but has been looking sick for a couple days now. When's the last time he slept? Or ate for that matter? They haven't seen him eat anything other than those jelly pouches or coffee.

"I'm fine, it's nothing you need to concern yourself with" he said in an even, tired tone. He poured his coffee and left without another word.

"Ok, we all saw that right?" Asked Kaminari, still staring at the door Aizawa went through.

"NO SHIT, PIKACHU!!" Shouted Bakugou, though there were no heat to his words. The class had gotten used to his constant yelling long ago.

"Do you think he's just tired?" Questioned Sero, sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal.

"He has to be, I heard him get back to the dorms about 45 minutes before my alarm went off for school" stated Jirou, she heard him stumbling into the dorms earlier this morning, louder than normal. With her quirk, she can practically hear everything going on in the dorms at night, she used to wear a special type of noise canceling headphones, but she doesn't anymore because hearing Aizawa come back to the dorms after his patrols gives her way more peace of mind than she'd like to admit.

"I don't think he's just tired"

"What do you mean Midoriya?" Pipes up Yaoyorozu.

"I've noticed that for the past few days, Mr. Aizawa has been doing a lot more paperwork than normal, he's been the one to give extra lessons to us and helping us with our homework, he's also been covering other teachers classes and like Jirou said, hes coming to dorms later in the morning meaning his patrols have been going on longer than normal--"

"GET TO THE POINT, DEKU!!"

"S-sorry, w-what I'm trying to say is that I think Mr. Aizawa is about to reach a burnout or at least something close to one" he squeaks out.

"A burn out?" Questions the class.

"Yeah, you know when someone over works themselves so much that their body shuts down from physical or mental exhaustion." Midoriya began counting on his fingers. "People become really jumpy, dissociate, insomnia, though we all know Mr. Aizawa is already an insomniac, impaired concentration of attention which is what we just witnessed and extreme fatigue"

The class looked at each other with grim faces, a silent agreement washing over them. Like hell they were going to just leave it be. Aizawa was always there for them when they were going through something, never belittled them because they were teenagers like other teachers did. Over the the 2 years they've known him, he's become a father-like figure to all of them. Aizawa wasn't just their teacher, he was their dadzawa. And they'll be damned if they aren't there for him when there was something clearly wrong with him.

However, they also knew they couldn't just tell their teacher to do something they knew damn well he wouldn't do. They've known him long enough to know that Aizawa would rather die than admit there was something going on with him, but class 2A was nothing if not persistent.

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Aizawa walked into the teachers lounge, coffee in hand and a stack of folders in the other. No one was here yet, good. He placed his coffee on the top corner of his desk, and sat down the folders in front of his computer, there are even more folders of paperwork in his desk drawers that he still needs to get through. Maybe if he can finish these reports before class started then maybe he could give another worksheet to his class so he could work on grading half way through the class and then nap the rest---no, there's still too much to do. He still has over half of the classes test to grade and hasn't even started on grading their essays. Why did they even have to assign essays, they were long, stupid, and 9 times out of 10 were just repetitive. So much to do, so little time. His brain felt like it was going to explode, he's been trying to rack his brain about how to space everything out so he can at least get a few hours of much MUCH needed sleep, it's been 3 days godammit or at least, he thinks it's been three days. There might have been more he's not sure, all he knows is that he needs to power through all this paperwork and then he can sleep, but where does he START there's so much. He jumped out of his thoughts, spooked by the sound of someone opening the lounge door. He turned and looked and saw white fur.

"Ah, Aizawa just the person I wanted to see" chirped Nedzu, ever the happy rat, bear, mouse thing he was.

"What for?" He said rather bluntly. The principal had long gotten used to Aizawa's straight forward way of thinking. It's one of the things he liked about the raven haired man, most waste time with polite greetings and small talk before getting to the point, it's a waste of time in Nedzu's opinion.

 Aizawa looked down further and turned fully in his chair, the principal was holding a stack of papers.

"I was hoping I could count on you fill these forms out for me. They're for planning future school trips and internships for next year. I was hoping I could get you to do it because you have such an efficient planning method." Nedzu cheered. Another thing he like about Aizawa was his precise planning and efficiency, sometimes it made him glad Aizawa was a hero rather than a villain.

Aizawa stared at the stack like it offended his mother. He already had so much to do and barely enough time to do it and his head was already killing him, but these were for next year right? He had time to do them. So he accepted.

"Sure, I can do them" he said with a flat tone.

"Excellent!" The principal chirped as he placed the stack on Aizawa's lap. Aizawa then placing it on top of his folders that were already there. Great. Nedzu then disappeared into his office with his usual smile plastered to his face .

Aizawa dropped his head into the stack of papers, a groan letting itself be known to the world. He didn't even jump this time when he heard the door open a second time. He already knew who it was by the sound of his clunky boots on the floor of the lounge. He's surprised he didn't tell to announce that he was there, not that he wasn't greateful for it. He picked his head up when the boot steps stopped by his desk, he looked up to see leather and yellow hair.

"You ok, Eraser? You seem a little more worn down than usual" Mic asked in an unusually low voice. Mic could as soon as he saw Aizawa slumped over his desk that something was up because Aizawa never fell asleep at his desk like that. Always under his desk or on one of the couches in the lounge, but as soon as he got a look at Eraser's face he knew it was much worse than he thought. The bags under his eyes were bigger and darker than ever, his hair was more bushy and frizzy than he's ever seen it, and his skin was so pale, deathly pale and that concerned him more so than the rest.

"Nothing, I'm fine" Aizawa felt like a broken record, why can't people just leave him be so he can do his work.

 Mic looked underneath his friend, there were copious amounts of files some he recognised as ungraded tests, ungraded essays and even a plethora of incomplete hero reports.
 
"That's an awful lot of paperwork you have there, you want me to take some that off your hands?" Mic asked as he tried to stealthily grade a rather large mittfull of folders only to swatted away by the erasure hero.

"No, I'm fine I can do it, you probably have a lot of paperwork to do yourself, besides I have even more in my desk" he answered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Mic's eyes widened at that. Mic did not have a lot of paperwork to do, in fact he was actually ahead of his work. He may have three different jobs but he was a master at time management and somehow always managed to get his work done on time or even early. He wanted to help his best friend, he could tell he was close to collapsing from exhaustion or worse, but he knew his friend wasn't about to let him just have some of his paperwork, he's been like that since they went to UA together. Aizawa always trying to prove he can be independent, but he could never make him realize that he didn't have to prove anything, he knew just how capable Aizawa was, he didn't need to prove anything to him. Mic just have a shy smile, the one that the public never sees, and shrugs.

"Ok..." He was definitely going to do something. Steal some of his work while he taught his classes, maybe he could get midnight to help him. He heard the bell ring and watched as the erasure hero got up and grabbed a stack of papers and his coffee before leaving. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his sta!can that something was going to happen today.

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Aizawa knew the class was up to something as soon as he approached the classroom door, sliding it open. Everyone was in they're seats, quiet as a mouse. Not even Bakugou was making a sound and he didn't have his feet up on the desk like he normally did. They were all staring at him with expecting gazes like he was about to turn into some mystical god or something.

"What's with you lot?" He asked hesitantly, he was almost scared to ask but at the same time his class being this quiet without him telling them or using his quirk scared him even more. He watched Iida stand up, arm doing that chopping motion, he swears the kid was built to do the robot.

"Nothing, sir, we are just ready to learn" he states before sitting back down. The class had agreed to be on their best behavior to make things easier for their clearly exhausted teacher in the hopes that maybe it will encourage him to take a nap during class, but by the looks of the stack of folders and coffee in his hands with no sleeping bag in sight. He wasn't going to relax at all, this was going to be harder than they thought. However, they were prepared for this, they needed to either to speed up the process of the burnout so he stopped on his own or they somehow manage to get him to stop working and rest. None of them wanted to put more strain on him to speed up the process, the idea of hurting him further made their guts twist in an ugly way, so they opted to try and subtly get him to relax. They didn't know exactly why he was so stressed out all they saw was a small stack of papers that he had been working on since this whole thing started. Could there be more? Was it hero related? They didn't know but they wanted to help their dad either way.

The class knew Aizawa was going to give them a worksheet, so when it was passed out Kaminari raised his hand. Aizawa just nodded his head at him as permission.

"Can we play music while we work?"

"I don't care, do what you want as long as you're working" he answered, Aizawa didn't even look at him as he settled down in his chair behind the podium and began working.

Class 2A had picked a selection of soft and slow, almost lullaby-like songs to play before class started. Hoping to put their teacher to sleep, it almost worked. About half way through the play list they watched as Aizawa's eyes began to droop, the hand He placed under his chin to hold his head up was slowly slipping from its place as his head began to sink to the desk but just before his head made contact with the polished wood Kaminari accidentally knocked his text book off his desk. Slamming on the floor that seemed to echo in the classroom. Aizawa sprang back up to full attention and continued working.

The class for their side were glaring murder at Kaminari while he tried to shrink in his seat, sometimes he really wished he had Hagakure's quirk so he could disappear. Well that plan went down the drain.

For Aizawa, grading hasn't been getting any easier, his eyes won't focus on the words anymore and everything else is blurry. He knew he should stop, but there was so much to do still, he promised the kids their tests that they took a week ago back  by tomorrow, he still had all of his hero reports to do that he's barely touched, Nedzu needs him to do those school trip forms, he still has to give extra lessons to students that need help and he promised Mina that he'd help her figure out a way to study that works for her on Friday which is today. So much so much where does he start, he feels like he's barely gotten anything done, so much so much and he still can't sort it out in his head. His head hurts so much it feels like someone put spiked clamps on his head and is cranking them tighter and tighter until his skull shatters.

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That's how the rest of the school day went, Aizawa trying and failing to get work done, eyes too tired to focus long enough to read the words on the paper while trying to decipher what his class is trying to do. First the soft music, then before homeroom let out Asui tried to give him lavender tea for whatever reason, then during training Sero "accidentally" caught him with his tape making him fall over on a suspiciously well placed plushy mat and Yaoyorozu tried to basically wrap him in the fuzzy blanket she made during training claiming that she thought he might like it cause it's soft while he was laid out on said mat and he's pretty sure Todoroki has been trying to steal his coffee, if he wanted some he could have just asked for some. He was starting to wonder if they were just trying to test him by surprise attacks or if they might be planning his murder. Which he didn't know why they would be planning his murder, he didn't think he was that harsh on them and he even stopped fighting it when they called him dad, whether on accident or on purpose.

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Finally, the school day ended and Aizawa was sitting in the corner of the kitchen table still trying to work on the same. god. damn. paper since this morning. Class 2A were scattered around the couches whispering about what they were going to do next.

"What now? Nothing's working, we've tried lullabies, sleepy tea, stealing his coffee, forcing him to lay down and even surprised swaddling" Mina complained, she's still surprised they got out that last one with just a glare and a demand to get Sero's tape off of him. Mina sat spread out on the couch with her head in Kaminari's lap and her legs over Kirishima who was leaning against a grumbling Bakugou yet he made no move to remove the red head.

"I don't know, I can't think of anything else that doesn't involve asking him directly" sighs Yaoyorozu, she sat on the floor between Asui and Uraraka, leaning back against Jirou's legs.
 
"Shinsou, can't you just use you quirk in him?"

"Thanks, Kirishima, but I'd rather not get expelled...or worse" he answers dryly.

"Why don't we just ask him directly what he has to do and maybe we can help, ribbit"

"Do you want to get your soul stolen?" Retorts Kaminari.

"Well, if we don't do something soon Mr. Aizawa could end up hurting himself more than he is already" stated Satou. It was true, they did a little more research before school started this morning and found out that if someone pushes through or past their burnout the person's immune system diminishes to practically nothing, constant headaches and dizziness, high blood pressure, developing new allergies and bad rashes and more.

They all looked behind them at their teacher, they could hear his faint muttering, he kept squinting and widening his eyes as if he was having a really hard time seeing the words in front of him and he kept rubbing at his temples as if he had a migraine. They haven't seen him eat anything all day either, just like the last few days as well, all they had seen him eat or drink are those jelly pouch things he likes and coffee and that wasn't even actual food!! It was making their stomachs twist with anxiety, guilt and anger. Anxiety and guilt because they didn't want to see him so stressed out and frazzled and they felt like this was partly their fault as well, they had been bugging him all week for help with lessons and homework and he had done it without complaint. It made them angry because whose idea was it to give him so much paperwork to do to begin with, they'd seen him work on paper after paper all week and through that week he had had patrols that seemed to go on later and later as the week progressed. He's always telling them to know their limits and stop when they need to, why can't he follow his own advice?

The class shifts their gaze when they hear someone sigh from the couch. It was Shouji, he stood up and started walking towards where Aizawa was sitting, muttering about how he can't take this anymore. The rest of the hoard get up and follow behind him towards their frazzled teacher.

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Aizawa didn't even notice someone standing next to him until they cleared their throat. Effectively scaring the absolute shit out of him, making him activate his quirk and almost throw his pen at the person only to realize it was just Shouji who was towering over him, the boy looked like he was on a mission. Aizawa cleared his throat.

"What?" He asked trying to make his voice sound as schooled as possible, proud at the success.

Before Shouji could lose all of his bravado he bites the bullet and asks.

"Mr. Aizawa when's the last time you've slept?" 

"Last night, but I don't see why you would be so concerned"

"With all due respect, sir, I believe Shouji meant a full nights sleep, not just 45 minutes before getting up for school" pipes Iida, peeking out from behind Shouji, rather shocked and proud at how smooth and level his voice came out.

"That's not something you should concern yourselves with, I'm fine, is there anything else you need or can I get back to work?" Aizawa asked rather briskly, he wanted to get this done so he could sleep, but there was even more in his desk in the teachers lounge, how did he even end up with so much paperwork? All he did was accept a few papers here and there from colleagues that needed help with their paperwork, how th hell did it get to this point?

Bakugou poked out from around Shouji, the rest of the class starting to slowly fan out from behind their tallest classmate, some taking a seat at the table and some choosing to stand around.

"LIKE FUCK YOU'RE FINE! You're always telling us to know our fucking limits and stop when we need to but how are we supposed to follow that when you can't even follow your own shitty advice!!" Bakugou shouts, getting closer to Aizawa with each word now standing practically behind him with his arms crossed.

For Aizawa's side, he's annoyed, very annoyed. Why can't people just leave him alone and let him work?! What can't they understand that he'll sleep when he's done! He stood up, annoyance boiling over, all day people have been asking if he's alright. Of course he's alright he's a pro hero! They're not supposed to take care of him, he's supposed to take care of them! He's perfectly capable of doing his own work. Thank. You. Very. Much.

He was fine!

He was capable!

He was...

He was..

He...

He was not fine.....

At all.

His eyes hurt, his head hurt, his stomach hurt, it's been twisting and knotting from stress since he woke up and he can't even remember the last time he ate something, shit, when's the last time he even drank something, well, something besides coffee. His whole body feels weak and tired, muscles he never knew he had were tired.

He was just so. God. Damn. Frustrated. And he just couldn't hold it anymore.

"Ok! You really want to know how I'm doing?! SHITTY! I haven't slept for more than three hours TOTAL this week! I've had to cover 3 other patrol shifts because apparently the universe decided to make everyone and everyone's mother deathly sick!" Aizawa started pacing back and fourth.
"I somehow keep getting more and more of my co-workers paperwork, which adds to MY paperwork that I'm already behind on! I'm behind on grading because I keep trying finish hero reports that I'm also behind on because apparently the agency thinks I need fill out 2 copies by hand, which is STUPID!!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "I've been trying to sort and space out everything so that I can get it all done, get a least a little bit of sleep, and be able to give you kids your tests back like I promised you kids last week! But I can't because my head is killing me, my eyes are putting the Sahara Desert to shame with how dry they are! And everything is blurry!!"

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As soon as Aizawa stood up, they thought he was just going to storm out or give them detention. They never expected this, never Aizawa to actually admit that he wasn't alright after and to tell them *why*. They watched in silent shock as he paced, going on a tired rant about what fresh hell his week has been and as he explains all they can feel is anger and anxiety. Anger at the other teachers for piling their paperwork onto Aizawa and anxiety because they've never seen their usually stoic and composed teacher so frantic and frustrated. They could hear his breathing begin to pick up as if he was starting to push himself in a panic attack from realizing just how much he still has to do and not knowing where to start. It made them want to just hug him and hold him tight.

And that's what Shouji did.

As soon as Aizawa finished and turned to face them Shouji wrapped him in a tight hug, all six arms pushing Aizawa firmly against his chest right over his heart. Shouji secured Aizawa's arms into the hug as well so he was practically holding him. It was all he could think to do, hold him tight until his breathing slowed back to normal. Everyone froze.

"Shhh, it's okay, everything's ok" Shouji shushed him gently. It felt weird considering he was holding his teacher and not one of his friends, but what else was he supposed to do?! The entire class knew all too well what the beginning of a panic attack looked like, with everything they had been through last year, it tended to prompt every one of them to have a panic attack at least once and help their friends through their panic attack.

They snapped out of their stupor when Aizawa's breathing started to slow to a more normal pace, still fast but better than before. Mina approached first, walking around Shouji so she could see Aizawa's face. What she saw didn't settle her nerves one bit. His face was pressed against Shouji's chest, ear over his heart, Aizawa's arms were trapped in the hug as well, tucked in close to his own chest, making him looked like a frightened child, but what really set her on edge was that there were tears in his unfocused eyes that threatening to spill over, he wasn't even looking at her, his teary eyes were looking at something beyond her, unfocused, like he was in his own world. Aizawa wasn't meant to look like that, he wasn't meant to look scared, wide eyed like someone was about to hit him. He was supposed to be the one comforting them not the other way around. The class knew he wasn't a robot, he was still human, they all were but it always put them on high alert when something was wrong with Aizawa because he was not a man to spiral so easily, especially not this bad.

Just how long has he been holding that in? The class couldn't help but silently ask. Guilt built up in their chests, they should have noticed sooner, why didn't they notice sooner.

Mina slowly put her hand on his head, the rest of his body from the waist up currently being engulfed in Shouji's arms and began to gently push loose strands of hair away from his face. Unfocused black eyes met gold.

 "Hey, it's okay, Mr. Aizawa. We all get overwhelmed sometimes and that's okay it's a part of life" she said softly, her hands never stopping their gentle ministrations even as the rest of the group came closer.

 "Yeah, you're only human. It's totally manly to admit you need a break from time to time!" Kirishima chirped.

"It's important to take care ones self so your sparkle never dulls, mon ami" pipes Aoyama for the first time all day, his signature v smile ever present.

 "We don't mind waiting a bit longer for our tests" prompts Hagakure, soft and sweet. 

 "You can't fucking do anything if can't fucking take care of yourself first, old man" retorts Bakugou surprisingly subdued, trying to sound like he sound doesn't care but failing miserably.

Aizawa started to calm down more as they kept talking one by one, soft and slow. Even as his breathing returned to a normal pace Shouji didn't let him go and Aizawa didn't make any moves to push him away either. Instead Shouji moved one his hands from within the arm cacoon and started to slowly stroke his back, soft and gentle like Aizawa's done for them so many times when they're upset.

 Class 2A started to relax a little as they got Aizawa to settle down, taking slow breaths as Shouji hugged him, but there were still questions that needed answers like when was the last time he ate any actual food or drank something besides coffee. They looked at each other, silently trying to decide who should the million dollar question until a sigh was heard from Bakugou.

"Hey, old man, when was the last time you ate something?" He grunted. Though Aizawa couldn't really get words out body practically out of commission, he was so tired and Shouji was so warm. He hoped Shouji didn't realize just how much he was actually leaning on him. He realized he still needed to answer Bakugou's question.

 "I had a jelly pack this morning" embarrassed at how cracked and strained his voice came out. Bakugou bristles at that.

 "Those don't count as food! Asshole!" Normally Aizawa would scold him for language like that used against a teacher but he just didn't have the energy and the rest of the class could tell so they left the scolding unsaid.

"When's the last you you had real food!" Bakugou tried again, still coming out gruff and brisk, but oddly gentle.

At that Aizawa gave a small grunt and opted for a slight shrug of the shoulders which wasn't dishonest per say, he couldn't even remember the last time he ate something solid for that matter. He was distracted by Shouji rubbing his back and Mina's gentle fingers running through his fluffy obsidian hair. He was starting to fall asleep, leaning even more into Shouji by each passing second, his slow and steady heartbeat against his ear like a lullaby to his exhausted body. Everything else started to fade out and become background noise. The last thing he registered was Iida's far away voice before finally drifting off.

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When the class saw Aizawa give his little shrug, they didn't know what to think. Bakugou bristled like he was about to go off again, but Iida beat him to it.

 "Mr. Aizawa! As a teacher at UA, it is your job to set an example for us as the students and future heroes ourselves. It is imperative that you do that by showing us good healthy habits like eating at least 3 meals a day and drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated!" his arms began doing it's chopping motion, emphasizing each syllable. "I realize you might not be able to follow all of those at all times due the nature of your schedule of teaching during the day and hero work at night! However, you should at least--" 

He was cut off by a soft snore, shutting him up immediately and looking at the source.

It was Aizawa, he was leaning heavily into Shoujj, likely gone limp from where he was standing. His face completely relaxed and mouth slightly parted, soft little snores escaping him every so often.

 "Are you fucking serious?! All we had to do was get fucking four eyes to lecture him?!" Shouted Bakugou only to be quickly shushed by his classmates, a hardened hand belonging to Kirishima wrapped around his mouth, they all quickly looked back at Aizawa to see if he woke up. 

He didn't even twitch.

They all internally sighed in relief.

 "Should I just...pick him up?" Shouji hesitantly asked with a whisper.

 "Well, you're sure as hell aren't going to drop him!" whisper yelled Shinsou.

At that, Shouji slowly moved his arms so he could support Aizawa better without having to jostle him too much and then stood up straight again, taking Aizawa with him who mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep and snuggled closer to him, his arms slowly moving to wrap around his neck as he burrowed his face further into the crook of Shouji's neck.

That got all the girls and even some of the boys to quietly coo at him. Shouji just rolled his eyes and resumed stroking Aizawa's back as he started to gently sway side to side, earning a soft content sigh from his sleeping form. More hushed cooing coming from the girls.

"I would have never took Aizawa for a cuddler" smirks Jirou. It's true, the class would have never in a million years thought that their gruff teacher was a cuddler. Though they won't lie, they couldn't help but smile at the thought of him as someone to snuggle up to the closest person to cuddle them in his sleep. It made him seem more...well, human.

Yaoyorozu stepped closer to Shouji, she could barely see Aizawa's face because he was burrowed so far into Shouji's neck, which he laid his own head on top of Aizawa's so all she could really see was his nose and part of his mouth.

"Is he out?" She asked, a soft smile tugging at her lips at the sight of Shouji holding their homeroom teacher so tightly as if he were the most precious thing in the world about to disappear. He looked down at her and picked his head up off of Aizawa's.

 "Yeah, he's sound asleep" he answered softly, never ceasing his gentle swaying as he rubbed Aizawa's back. As if to prove his point Aizawa let out another soft snore.

"Good, c'mon" she waved for him to follow but not before turning to the rest of her classmates, making sure she has everyone's attention. They look at her expectantly. "Try and sort through his papers and make different piles based on job relation, hero stuff in one pile, tests and essays into two other piles and so on"

The class sat down around the table and started sorting through the hoard without complaint, Bakugou didn't even grumble, too focused on trying to decipher Aizawa's chicken scratch handwriting, he must have been really tired because Aizawa was one of the few teachers at UA that always had very neat handwriting

While the class did that, Yaoyorozu and Shouji disappeared down the hallway heading towards Aizawa's dorm room. 

---

The staff dorm rooms were a bit different than the student ones, they were bigger for one thing, they didn't have a balcony because they were in the ground floor so their window was smaller, still big enough to be a fire escape if need be, but they weren't the sliding glass doors like the students had in their dorm rooms, and they had their own private full bathroom which is reasonable, they are adults living with a bunch of teenagers they'll want to give them as much privacy as possible for both the teacher and the students.

When they got to the door Shouji carefully fished Aizawa's key card from his back pocket without waking him up, very glad that Aizawa had switched to his civilian clothes beforehand (because he really didn't want to have to go through each pocket on his jumpsuit), and stepped inside.

Yaoyorozu stepped in first and went straight to his bed to peel back the covers before stepping aside. Shouji walked around her and gently laid Aizawa on the bed, carefully pulling his teachers arms away from around his neck to lay them down across his torso, Aizawa barely stirred, only making a quiet protesting sound that almost sounded like a whimper at losing his heat source, brows slightly furrowed, but he was quickly and quietly hushed back to a sound sleep by Shouji as he gently brushed some stray hairs away from his face. Yaoyorozu made quick work of Aizawa's shoes, untying the laces and placing the converse on the floor next to the bed while Shouji pulled the blankets over him. Yaoyorozu walked past Shouji and closed the curtains over the window, she had a feeling he was going to sleep well into the next morning and didn't want the light to wake him. They watched as he settled down in the bed, rolling onto his side, giving his back to them. A soft sigh from him being their cue to leave his room. 

When Yaoyorozu went to close his door she left it cracked opened just a bit.

"Are you really going to leave his door cracked open like that?" Asked Shouji in a hushed tone.

 "I'll close it before we go to bed ourselves, I just thought it would make it easier to check on him later, in case he wakes up and tries to go back to working" she explained on their walk back to the kitchen.

---

They watched as the two left the kitchen, carrying their teacher away who was oblivious to the world. They turned back to dragons hoard of papers on the table and sat around it, making 6 different piles, 2 for each category. Hero reports, essays and tests and then separate those into 2 sub categories of finished and in finished. 

 "I'm surprised he didn't snap sooner, I definitely would have if I had to fill all of these out too" says Kaminari.

"I know, and look at his handwriting, it's barely legible compared to his normal writing" mentions Satou. He was trying to figure out if the paper he was holding up to his face was a finished hero report or Midoriya's ungraded essay.

By the time they finished, Shouji and Yaoyorozu came back, empty handed. Mina smirked.

 "Did you tuck the baby caterpillar into bed?" She asked in a deadpan voice.

The class choked on their spit trying to keep themselves quiet. Iida started chopping the air.

"Mina, show some respect towards our teacher" though he himself was even cracking up at the inside joke.

A while ago during midterms, everyone was cramming for their tests, Iida and Yaoyorozu helping where they could. Aizawa would watch them study, both to help those that needed it and to make sure no one tried to kill each other from the stress. Classmates were dropping like flys, falling asleep because they couldn't keep up with the rest. Every time one of them would fall asleep, Aizawa would carry them up their room so they wouldn't destroy their backs hunched over the coffee table. Each time he came back downstairs Aizawa would announce which baby was in bed. When he took Bakugou to his room and came back down, he announced that the "baby pomeranian" was in bed. 

Yaoyorozu rolled her eyes fondly before answering.

 "Yes, he barely even twitched when Shouji laid him down" she answered as she sat down, taking her phone out of her pocket and started looking through her contacts before finally clicking one.

"Who are you calling, Yaomomo?" Asked Mina, noticing the phone to her ear, everyone's attention now on Yaoyorozu.

 "I'm calling Present Mic, none of us can do anything for his hero reports or grading, but he might" she answered simply. All the kids had their homeroom teacher's number and one other teacher of their choice, most of them chose Mic and the rest chose Midnights number because they were always really close with Aizawa, dragging him places, probably the only teachers they've seen be so touchy with him other than when the principal gets in Aizawa's capture weapon, they trusted them. 

And right now they could really use their help.

---

When Aizawa woke up it felt he was trying to swim through jello, everything felt heavy and slow. He cracked his eyes open and took in his surroundings.
He was in his room, he noticed his black out curtains were drawn over his window to block out the sunlight peeking through.

They weren't like that earlier he couldn't help but think. That means someone must have pulled them. Now he was confused, he doesn't remember going to bed, much less even walking to his room and closing the curtains.

He was even more confused as he became more aware of his own body, feeling the warmth of the blankets over him, they were pulled all the way up to his chin. Did someone tuck him in? He moved the blankets, propping himself up on his elbows he saw that he was still in his civilian clothes, his shoes on the floor next to the bed. He tried to recall how he got to his room but was coming up blank. The last thing he remembered was exploding on the kids. The memory making him feeling guilty about yelling at them about something that wasn't even their fault. He was supposed to be the adult, he wasn't supposed to get overwhelmed by something as simple as paperwork, he should be able to do his work like he was expected to. He tried to think harder, trying to remember what happened after. 

He remembered he was having trouble breathing, he couldn't calm down, everything was just too much and he couldn't focus on anything...then Shouji hugged him. He remembered listening to his heartbeat as Mina started stroking his hair and Shouji rubbed his back. They were all saying something, trying to talk to him but he couldn't focus, it wasn't until Bakugou asked his question could he register what was being said. 

He shrugged and then heard Iida's voice talking about something, but he couldn't hear it. He was too distracted by the gently hands on his back and hair, relaxing him more by the second.

Now he remembers. 

He fell asleep.

On his student.

His student carried him to bed.

He could feel his ears burning with embarrassment, he was their teacher for god's sake, he was supposed to be the one taking care of them, not the other way around.

He swung his legs over the side to sit on the edge of the bed, regretting it as he did so. His head throbbed and his stomach twisted and growled with hunger, reminding him that he hasn't eaten anything for.....what time is it?

He looked at the clock on his wall by his desk.

It read 8:45.

Well, that wasn't so bad. He's only bed asleep for about 2 hours and he feels a whole lot better than he did earlier. Maybe now he can finally finish his work.

He stood up, only to find it a lot harder than it should, wobbling and shaky, but passing after a few seconds. He shivered as he left the warm bed, he put his shoes back on, wrapped his blanket around himself and left the room. His eyes were attacked by the vicious light of the hallway, he grimaced but quickly adjusted and headed towards the common room. 

---

The class went to bed late last night, granted it was a weekend but they were up way past curfew. Even Bakugou stayed up later than normal. They all wanted to help keep an eye on Aizawa, Mic had thanked them plenty about looking after his friend while he wasn't there and told them how impressed he was that they actually got Aizawa to go down for the count. He warned them that if he woke up he would try and go straight back to work, so Mic took all of Aizawa's paperwork with him. He told them that he would handle everything, about an hour later he called them and said Aizawa didn't have to to worry about his paperwork and that he had the weekend and the next two days off, for both patrol and teaching whether he liked it or not.

They were fine with that, they could go 2 days without Aizawa there to teach them, they would see him at the dorms anyway, the class just wanted Aizawa to be ok. They didn't want to see him like that ever again, frantic and lost with tears in his eyes. It scared them when he didn't respond to their words. It took at least 30 minutes for just his breathing to go back to normal, he looked like he was in his own world, eyes wide and looking far away. They realized that talking slow and softly seemed to help, so that's what they did, and it worked. It pulled him back to earth long enough for Bakugou to ask his question before to seemingly space out again.

After Shouji and Yaoyorozu put Aizawa to bed they all took turns and checked on him practically every hour. Making sure he was still asleep and that he didn't wake up, kick his blankets off or fall out of bed. They only had one close call, when Kaminari and Shinsou went to check on him, Kaminari tripped over Aizawa's shoes and fell on the floor with a loud thud. Shinsou was able soothe Aizawa back to sleep when he started to stir and fixed his blankets in the process but Kaminari wasn't allowed in the room anymore. Other than that the man barely twitched, even when Iida checked on him this morning at 5 Aizawa had barely moved, only managing to roll over and face the room but otherwise still completely conked out and still showing no signs of waking up soon. He would have thought the man had died with how deathly still he was if it weren't for the quiet little snores that would escape from him every so often.

They were all sitting in the common room doing their own thing, some eating their cereal while they watched TV, some where in their phones and others were trying to study for their english quiz on Tuesday when they heard shuffling footsteps from the hallway.

They all looked behind them to see Aizawa standing frozen between the common room and the kitchen. His hair was wild and messy like bed head on steroids, he was rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner, as if trying to adjust to the bright morning light and he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

Adorable they couldn't help but think, why lie. He just looked so much like a toddler waking up from one of those naps that made you feel like you time traveled. Which in a way he did, he slept for 14 and a half hours straight after all.

He kept looking between them and the windows that showed the bright world, he looked like he was trying to figure something out. He finally turned back to the students and poked a hand out from his blanket cape, pointing at the window.

"Uh..It-it was sunset earlier" he stuttered. The class looked at each other and bit their lips. "Just How long was I asleep for?" he asked, bewilderment taking his face, he thought he'd only been asleep for 2 hours but it was way too bright outside to be just a measly 2 hour nap. 

Satou got up and walked Aizawa into the kitchen, sat him on one of the bar stools and gave him a glass of water.

 "Do you want waffles or cereal?" He asked with kind smile, like it was the most normal thing ever. 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. The rest of the group started to migrate to the kitchen, half of them sitting or standing by Aizawa and the rest were by Satou getting a bowl of cereal or just standing there looking at him. Class 2A had come to an agreement for when Aizawa woke up. They would lead him into the kitchen, give him a glass of water and make him eat something, even if it was just cereal. They even hid the coffee maker, that way he had to drink at least one glass of water before they would let him have his coffee. 

"What?"

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION! DO YOU WANT  FUCKING WAFFLES OR GOD DAMN CEREAL!" Bakugou growled with no real heat to it.

"Waffles?" He answered hesitantly. Mina, who feared no deity, plopped her chin on top of his head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind in a loose hug, leaning into him.

Normally, Aizawa would never let a student hug him in such a familiar way or at all for that matter, but he's gotten attached to this class over the past 2 years and he could tell they shared the same thought. However, when they crossed the line of teacher-student relationship to a father-son/daughter relationship he had no idea.

"So how are feeling, dad?" Mina asked, he could hear the smile in her tone at using one of the nicknames the class had given to him over the years.

He grabbed the glass of water in front of him and took a sip before answering. All eyes were on him.

"Fine, I guess, better than earlier. How long did I sleep for?" He asked, taking another drink of water. Ojiro looked at him from next to Satou who was making Aizawa some waffles.

 "Oh, uh...about 14 and a half hours give or take?" he said with a shy smile. Aizawa choked on his water, coughing up a lung as he got multiple different hands patting his back trying to help as he coughed.

"E-excuse me?!" He finally said after his coughing fit.

"About 14 and a half hours" Midoriya echoed from right next to him. "You were very *very* tired" he added with a nervous smile.

"I guess so" Aizawa practically whispered back as he happen to glance at the kitchen table and noticed it was void of his papers he was doing before his...episode. "Where's all my paperwork?"

"You're not fucking getting it back if that's what you're thinking!" Bristled Bakugou. Of fucking course Aizawa would ask about his work after a 14 and half hour god damn coma, why couldn't he fucking follow his own advice about knowing your limits.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore, after you...fell asleep, we called Present Mic to see if he could do anything and he pretty much took over everything. He took the papers you had here with him on his way to principal Nedzu's office and called your agency. He said that you have the weekend and the next 2 days off of teaching and patrol and that you don't have to worry about your paperwork, the principal distributed it among the rest of the staff, especially to the ones that thought they could just give you their work without consequences" Yaoyorozu finished that last bit with a more satisfied smile than any teenager should have.

Aizawa's eyebrow twitched, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His paperwork is gone? He has the next few days off?

"What am I supposed to do for the next few days?" He couldn't help but voice out loud.

"Relax, give yourself some self-care like a normal person" Kaminari supplies, sliding half way onto the counter so Aizawa could see him.

"Starting with these!" Exclaims Satou as he slides a stack of waffles in front of Aizawa, he looked down at the fluffy and golden brown things, already buttered and covered in syrup. He was hungry, as if the growl from his stomach sounding like it came from the pits of hell didn't already give him away.

"And you're not fucking leaving this spot until you finish those either" stated Bakugou like he's daring his teacher to challenge him because he will force those waffles down his God. Damn. Throat if it meant that Aizawa would feel better.

Aoyama stretched across the counter, getting Aizawa's attention off of Bakugou.

 "Oui, and then we are going to spend the day watching movies to help you relax, cher père" he stated, his v smile never breaking.

 "Do I have a choice?" Aizawa asked.

Everyone looked at him with the most serious face they could muster.

"NO!" They asserted in unison. Making Aizawa feel like a child getting scolded by his parents.

---

That's how the next few days went. The weekend was spent with movies and good comfort food, they never left Aizawa's side. Even when he would fall asleep after the 3rd or 4th movie, whoever was closest would pull a blanket over him and snuggle closer to him. Unless it was Shouji, when Aizawa would fall asleep on him, he would just pull Aizawa the rest of the way onto his lap and hold him like he did that very first night. No one would mention in the morning how Aizawa would sleep like a literal rock when that happened, they don't think even Aizawa realizes it either. Half of them are convinced that Shouji has some kind of second quirk that allows him to put even the most stubborn people to sleep, the other half are convinced that Aizawa is just a very touched starved human being, if the way he snuggles into Shouji or unconsciously leans into their gentle touches is anything to go by. They'd found out that if they stroke his hair he sprouts a soft smile in his sleep or if they massaged the back of his neck by his hair line he would sigh in content.

When the last movie would finish they would either have a sleepover in the common room or they would all go back to their dorm rooms and Shouji would just carry Aizawa to his room, not that he minded, he liked to be helpful. On occasion, Shouji would fall asleep and Satou would be the one to carry Aizawa.

Both boys have said how unbelievably light Aizawa was when they would pick him up, even when he was completely limp. The man was 6ft tall and maybe weighed 90-100 pounds. At that, the group made it their mission to get their teacher to eat proper meals and not just those damn jelly pouches. He was even getting a bit of healthy weight back after the kids kept giving him food left and right.

By the end of those four days Aizawa felt so much better that he didn't even realize just how horrible he was feeling in the first place. He was actually able to teach without having to take a nap to get through the day.

The kids even got Aizawa to stop covering other hero's patrol shifts and fix his own so he didn't have just Wednesday and Saturday night off. Without Aizawa's knowledge, the class marched to Nedzu's office and had him put in a rule among the staff that they were to not give their paperwork to Aizawa or else they would face class 2A's wrath. Let's just say that the UA staff followed that rule like their life depended on it, which it did. They had seen what that hell class was capable of after what they did to Blood King, he asked Aizawa to fill some things out for him because he had plans with friends later that night. Class 2A found out when Aizawa was doing said paperwork in the common room, they hunted that man like an animal, even Recovery Girl and Nedzu were horrified when they saw the blood hero the next morning.

Class 2A will never let Aizawa get like that again if they can help it. Frantic, lost, overwhelmed to the point where he goes into a panic attack and starts crying. Never again as long as they're there. After all he's not just their teacher to them, he's their dadzawa, and they'll always protect their dadzawa as he's protected them so many times over.

Chapter Text

Mic was about to leave the staff room when he got the phone call from Yaoyorozu. He knew something was going to happen today. He should have listened to his gut! As soon as she mentioned something was wrong with Aizawa he said was on his way and sprinted towards the dorms.

He entered through the doors, out of breath but still ready to fight. He yelled he was there only to be frantically hushed by the students that called him.

"Sorry! Why did you guys call? I heard something was wrong with Aizawa and came as soon as I could, what's the problem?" he said in a more hushed tone.

"Your shitty co-workers are the problem" grunted Bakugou surprisingly subdued. Mic raised an eyebrow.

"E-excuse me?" He stuttered. Iida stepped in front of Bakugou who bristled at the action yet said nothing.

"What my classmate meant to say is that you guys need to do something about Aizawa's work load" he stated, looking way more serious than a teenager should at that age.

Mic's previous adrenaline drained from his body immediately, he knew what they were talking about.

"How bad is it?" He sighed. The kids lead him to the kitchen table where the now sorted hoard of papers sat. Mic looked at the stacks with wide eyes. He knew damn well not all of those were Shouta's, there were some he recognised as papers that Midnight had given Shouta when she was running late for an appointment, some that Blood King had given him claiming he "didn't know how to fill them out", so he gave them to Shouta as well, there are new papers there too, some kind of field trip forms for next year. All of it was organised into piles of finished and unfinished. How the hell did he end up with this much?! And this has been going on all week?! The kids said this was only part of the problem! What else could there be?! He took a deep breath.

"Where is he?" The kids looked to each other and pointed down the hall, Yaoyorozu waved for him to follow her, he didn't think all of them would follow behind him. Silent as mice as they came to a stop in front of Aizawa's door, already cracked open and went inside.

What he saw shocked him, there was Shouta, as still as death laying in his bed in a dead sleep, his back to the world. The only indication he was alive were the soft little snores leaving his friends slightly parted lips. He got closer and loomed above him so he could see his face, he looked so peaceful, innocent even.

Mic looked at Aizawa and then back at the kids, a few starting to shuffle into the room.

"How the hell did you kids manage him to go down? I've never seen him so still and peaceful in his sleep" he whispered. He was utterly shocked. He had tried for years to find a way to get Shouta to sleep without using Midnights quirk. How the hell did these kids manage it?

"That's the other reason we called you" Ojiro prompted.

The kids told him everything Aizawa has said in his frustration filled rant, Mic's eyes widened each minute they went on, until they got to the ending.

"And before we got him to calm down he started to go into a panic attack-"

"What!?" He shrieked, forgetting where they standing. He's never had someone's hand clamp down on his mouth so fast, the kids glaring murder at him before they all turned to the sleeping form in the room.

Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed and started muttering something in his sleep, rolling onto his back while his head lolled to the other side to face the room and his arms started to move slightly from beneath the blankets, moving in a lazy and uncoordinated way.

Mina was standing the closest reaching out a tender hand, starting to stroke his hair as she did she when Shouji held him, softly hushing and whispering reassurances to him.

Everyone watched in amazement as the usually loud and out going student soothe Aizawa back to sleep. They watched as his breathing began to even out again and his movements under the now pushed away blankets ceased, his face relaxed once more and let out a sleepy content sigh. Mina gently pulled the covers back up to his chin, watching as he borrowed into the blankets a bit more before soft snores started to emit from him.

It wasn't until everyone was out of the room did they let out the breath they didn't realize they were holding. Still leaving Aizawa's door cracked open, they walked back to the common room.

"Ok..ok, I'm going to call Nedzu and get all of this sorted, I knew he was stressed and had work to do but...I didn't think it was this bad"  Mic sighed already taking his phone out and searching for Nedzu's number. He turned back to kids before leaving the dorms.

"Thank you for looking after him, it means a lot. Just for now make sure he gets some rest, let him sleep and I'll call you later" he explained, closing the door behind him.

Chapter Text

The class wondered how long it would take for one of the staff to break the rule the principal made about not giving Aizawa their paperwork.

They even made bets on who it would be, most of them bet it would be Midnight considering she was one of the few staff that was actually close to him, but no, it was Vlad King.

Fucking Vlad King.

---

They found out when they caught Aizawa doing paperwork in the common room, which would have been fine but they watched him finish his paperwork while they did a worksheet in class.

Bakugou stalked up behind Aizawa and looked over his shoulder, he looked at the names at the tops of the papers.

They were the names of class 2B.

 "What the fuck are these?" He growled, taking some of the papers from Aizawa's pile.

 " Kan said he had something important to do later tonight, so he asked if I could do his grading for him" Aizawa said, continuing to grade the papers.

The rest of the class stalked up behind Aizawa as well, looking at the papers for themselves. Sure enough, Bakugou didn't go blind, there were the papers for their rival class.

A fire grew in all of their eyes as they watched their teacher continue to grade.

Didn't they make the principal put in that rule for the staff?!

It's barely been a week since Aizawa collapsed from his exhaustion from the work they gave him! And they're already breaking that rule?! Do they just not care about Aizawa?!

It took everything in them not to take the papers out of Aizawa's hands, they didn't want him to have a repeat of what happened last week but they also didn't want to have detention for a month.

They needed to nip this in the bud.

The class looked to each other and came to an agreement.

They were going to hunt Vlad King like an animal and show him what happens when they break the rule they made specifically for the staff.

---

They waited until Aizawa was asleep to sneak out, making sure Aizawa was actually asleep and not just in his room doing work or something.

Jirou listened through the wall.

She didn't hear any movement like she normally would when he does work, so she silently opened the door.

Aizawa was in bed, sleeping peacefully, soft snores coming from his sleeping form. She smiled softly and silently closed the door.

At least they had been able to get Aizawa on a good sleep schedule, they made sure he stuck with it too, every time he broke it they would hide the coffee maker and wouldn't give it back until he got back on the schedule.

It may have been cruel, but it was practically the only thing Aizawa valued so they had to use it as leverage.

---

They snuck out of the dorms and marched their way to the class 2B dorms and waited on the stairs.

They didn't care how long it took, they would wait for that white haired vampire bastard to come back to his dorms.

It was around 11 o'clock when Kan came back, he was dressed in casual clothes and smelled like a bar, a faint dusting of pink from intoxication on his cheeks.

Kan froze when he saw the entirety of Aizawa's class sitting in a very threatening way on the staircase to his dorms.

 "What are you kids doing out here, you should be in your own dorms" he said, proud at how schooled his time came out.

He would deny it to his dying day that Aizawa's class actually scared the shit out of him sometimes, and this...was one of those times.

But then again, they were still students and he was a pro hero, yeah what could they possibly do?

 "You know the rule about giving dad your paperwork" Mina said, spread out on the stairs like some mafia boss.

 "Mr. Aizawa said you had something important to do tonight, but all I can see and smell, you went out for drinks with friends" said Iida in a surprisingly threatening voice.

 "Yeah, I did, I made plans with friends to go out tonight but I was behind on paperwork so I thought I'd give it to Aizawa seeing how he had already finished his" Kan explained.

Bakugou's eye twitched and he stood up.

"Listen here you albino vampire! We had the principal out that rule in so Aizawa didn't have to go through the same fucking thing he did last week when he had to take some time off! And we won't fucking let it happen again just because you're too lazy to do your own fucking work!" Exclaimed Bakugou.

Kan gave the class a challenging look.

"And what are you going to do about it, I'm a pro hero and you're still students, what do you think you're going to be able to do to me" he challenged, an arrogant smirk on his face.

The class exchanges looks and stood up, they stretched a bit and then all of them set their eyes on Kan, murder written on their faces.

Even fucking Kouda looked like he was about to do something very unheroic.

Kan's face drained of color as an "oh shit" look took over his face as he saw all of them pounce at once.

He screamed but was quickly muffled by Sero putting a piece of his tap over his mouth.

They tortured him with their quirks.

Kouda made every animal in ear shot attack the buff man, biting and scratching.

Bakugou let off explosions just a little too close to his face, leaving little burns.

And Todoroki froze and unfroze him, shocking his system with the extreme temperature drop

 It felt like an eternity before they finally left him alone and went back to their dorms. He barely managed to limp his way back to his room to pick up his wounds and try to mend his wounded pride about being taken down by a bunch of teenagers.

He was right to fear them in the first place.

---

When the class snuck back into their dorms a quiet as nice they managed to act natural when they heard footsteps coming from down the hall.

Out came Aizawa, he didn't look quite awake yet, rubbing his eyes in a sleepy manner.

"Hey did you kids hear something, I could have sworn I heard someone scream" he said, voice still think with sleep.

The class shook their heads.

"Nope, we didn't hear anything, it must have been part a dream" suggested Mina, smiling sweetly.

Yaoyorozu walked up to Aizawa and gently turned him around.

"Why don't you go back to bed, everything's fine, I promise" she said with an honest smile, gently leading Aizawa down the hall.

Because everything was indeed going to be fine, Vlad King had learned his lesson and would serve as a message to the rest of the staff.

Don't fucking break the rule, or they'll be next.

---

The next day, Vlad King limped into the teachers lounge.

When they asked what happened, all he said was.

"Don't. Break. The rule" he wheezed, collapsing on the couch.

The staff was horrified that they knew exactly what he was talking about and promised themselves that they would follow that rule like their life depends on it. The principal didn't even give the kids detention, he was both proud at the little chaotic beings Aizawa was raising and impressed that they could do this without second thought, they reminded him of him when he got his little revenge on humans.

Proud indeed.