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It started, as most things do with Class 1-A, with a villain attack. Said villain broke into the school with the intent of abducting Aizawa’s problem child, Izuku Midoriya. After a rather efficient takedown of the villain group, Aizawa came to the realization that his class had a rather...niche sense of humor. Said humor was comprised largely of ancient Vines and an archeological delight commonly referred to as “memes”. Aizawa blamed Present Mic. In any case, the quotation of such artifacts became commonplace in the 1-A vernacular. An individual, when passing any member of Class 1-A, would more likely than not be on the receiving end of some nonsensical quote that would send his students into a hysterical laughing fit. Aizawa, while rather perturbed, had made his peace with hearing utter nonsense coming from his students. If it didn’t affect their abilities to learn and helped them bond as a team, he reasoned, there was really no harm in letting things run their course. After all, it wouldn’t affect him in any way, right?
Oh, how wrong he was.
He so, so blamed Present Mic for this. He extended this blame to practically every inconvenience that he had ever faced. He knew in his heart that it wasn’t really the blonde’s fault, but the vindictive pettiness that caused him to do so sang with vengeance, so he allowed it. He sat, exhausted and utterly flabbergasted, in front of his student who seemed to be engaging in some sort of ‘meme war’. Phrases flew about the classroom, each one making less sense than the one previous. Just as someone yelled, “MORE LIKE HURRICANE TORTILLA,” Aizawa had decided that he had enough.
“All of you shut the hell up!” Aizawa yelled. The class froze, twenty pairs of fearful eyes locking on his own exasperated ones. “I don’t care who started it, or who’s winning. I just care that this was supposed to be a quiet study period. Can you imbeciles not even follow simple directions?!” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked back at his students. Iida seemed to be spontaneously combusting, his joy at joining in on his classmates’ fun warring with his terror over upsetting an authority figure. He decided to ask the boy why, in the fresh hell, this had happened. Iida spluttered at his teacher’s language, then replied.
“Sir, it originally started as a team-bonding exercise. It, however, quickly derailed into yelling the quotations.”
“How, exactly, is this team bonding?”
“Well, sir, it has come to my attention that my fellow classmates rather enjoy these references. Midoriya and Bakugo suggested using some as coded messages to be used in the field. We were discussing which references to use, then lost sight of the original discussion, devolving into quoting the said references.” Iida shook slightly, perturbed at his teacher’s ire being directed at him. Aizawa groaned and sank further into his desk chair.
“F in the chat for Aizawa’s sanity,” One voice from the crowd rang out, sounding suspiciously like Shoto Todoroki.
“F.” A chorus of voices responded.
“What the fresh fuck does that even mean??” Aizawa grumbled. A snort came from the back of the room at Aizawa’s language choice. The poor man put his head in his hands, rueing the day that he took Nedzu up on his offer of a job. Eventually, he groaned and looked up at his students, all of them staring expectantly at him.
“While I am more than annoyed at this turn of events, and disappointed that this is the manner you’ve decided to communicate to your classmates with,” Aizawa bit out, very begrudgingly, “I can’t deny that having a form of code is effective in the field.” Cheers rang out throughout the room. Aizawa continued. “HOWEVER. I have two conditions, or I’m expelling all of you. ONE. You do not use class time to work on this code. I can only handle so much of your nonsense on any given day. TWO. I am informed of this code.” The students looked at each other, perplexed. Aizawa held up his hand, halting any questions that he no doubt believed that the students wanted to ask.
“Having a pro on your side that understands your code will be useful, especially while you’re in school. Even after, having general codes within your agency is a smart decision. Who knows? If any of you graduate I might be called in to save all of your asses. So yes, I do need to know the code. Just please...please, don’t talk to me about it unless it’s necessary, or you are actively explaining the code or using it in the field.” Aizawa sighed. ‘That being said, this period is basically fucked anyways and I need coffee. Continue what you were doing but leave me out of it, got it?” Aizawa saw twenty heads nod in sync at his remark. He huffed and strode out of the room, steadfastly ignoring the ruckus he was leaving behind in favor of raiding the Staff Room for coffee.
These fucking kids.