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Eraserhead, contrary to popular belief, is willing to put up with alot. Especially with the installment of the dorms, he kind of had to, living with 20 teenagers was probably his own hypothetical hell had you asked him at the beginning of the year. But with everything that had happened he had to admit that the dorms gave him some peace of mind as he could much more easily watch over his kids and make sure they weren’t off somewhere causing trouble or getting stabbed in a dark alley.
But with that came the line of what he was and wasn’t willing to put up with. And one thing that definitely was NOT on the list of things he was willing to witness was the cursed and general hormonal hornyness that came with having 20 teenagers locked up together. Yeah. No thanks.
And yet here he was. Already mentally packing up the coffee machine and his cat and planning to not leave his room for the next year. Or maybe 3 years just to be sure to never have to see his gremlins again. He was passing by the gyms and decided to check on his class as it is general campus knowledge that class gathers at this particular gym at this particular time every day for the sake of class bonding or whatever, as if they didn’t live together. He only wanted to make sure no one was dying or causing major property damage.
Instead he was greeted by a sight he wishes he could physically remove from his mind.
The entire class was turned towards one student and of course, of course it was shouta’s problem child at the center of this God awful situation. Who was he to be suprised anymore honestly. And they were staring and him while he was on the bench press, the epitome of concentration as he was lifting more weight than he knew anyone else in the class could. by an expressive margin.
But for once it wasn’t the direct actions of green haired and well meaning pain in shouta’s ass that made him lose his will to live, but rather the looks on his classmates faces.
This was definitel not of the fucking list.
So shouta turned around and walked back towards his office hopelessly trying to simultaneously convince himself that the students were only looking to his pseudo son with suprise, awe and admiration and forget that he ever stopped in front of the gym in the first place
Leave it to his problem child to start an avalanche -like onslaught of similar incidents that become increasingly harder to ignore. Like an omen of some sort.