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Aizawa had a feeling tonight was going to be tedious. He didn’t know why or how, but he was sure of it.
Just under a month ago, UA implemented their dorm system. In those 29 days so far, Aizawa Shouta had already caught Mineta and Kaminari trying to sneak into the girls’ hall (Mineta four times, Kaminari two, and together once), Bakugou threatening to dismember Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima for touching his cooking supplies, Midoryia breaking curfew to train with his quirk outside (three times), and Ojiro hanging from various object by his tail to test its strength (this one wasn’t so much an issue as the others, but the boy never had anyone around to catch him). And these were just the incidents he caught. So, as Aizawa headed to the dorm to do a final check-in before curfew, he was sure there was going to be something he had to manage.
He was right.
As he got closer, Aizawa heard what sounded like screaming coming from his students’ dorm. Shit. There hadn’t been any major incidents since the students moved in, but with Class 1-A constantly being the targets of the League of Villains, you could never be too sure. So naturally, when Aizawa heard screaming coming from the dorm, he took off running.
As he got closer, he was able to distinguish a pattern in the screams. They would start with a single student yelling, then silence, then… cheering? What? As Aizawa tore through the final sections of shrubbery separating him from his students, he saw it.
What. The. Hell.
Nothing could have prepared him for the scene before him.
About half of his students were gathered on the grass outside the building. They were looking up at the other half, who were standing on one of the student’s balconies. Aizawa could see Jirou standing on the edge of the balcony, Uraraka right behind her. The two seemed to nod at each other and then, letting out a shriek, Jirou jumped.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Aizawa made a break for the building, unwrapping his capturing cloths. He wasn’t going to make it. Everything seemed to slow down. Jirou seemed to be falling in slow motion. Wait… was she even falling? Aizawa skidded to a stop right behind the group of students congregated on the yard. As he looked closer, he could see a few of them in the front had their arms locked together, as though to catch someone. When he looked back up at Jirou, she was floating a few inches from the balcony, in no danger at all.
Damn kids.
“Ready?” he heard Uraraka yell from the balcony. The ground team let out a series of affirmatives. Slowly, Jirou began floating closer to the ground. Once she was about three feet above the ground team, Uraraka released her. Jirou fell safely into the arms of her classmates, who all let out a cheer.
Okay, enough of this.
“You should all be intelligent enough to know that if you’re going to train your quirks, it should be in the gym.” Twenty heads snapped to face him. “All of you, down here. Now.” Quickly, the students from inside sprinted back into the building. In a matter of minutes, the entire class was facing him on the lawn.
“Does anyone want to at least pretend like they have an explanation for this?” His class stood before him with their heads down. He hadn’t scolded them collectively since the day they moved into the dorms.
“I wanted to practice using my quirk with various weights, sir.” Uraraka finally spoke up. He expected as much.
“And what was wrong with training in our perfectly good facilities?” Uraraka flinched under his gaze.
“We felt this would be a more practical setting,” Kirishima, ever the gentleman, stepped in to help. If only it did anything. Aizawa sighed and rubbed his eyes.
“This is not an appropriate setting, or time for that matter, to practice using your quirks. You may be heroes in training, but you are all still children. As much as you all might hate to admit it.” He looked around at the dejected faces of his class. Good. What they were doing was idiotic.
“All of you will serve an after school detention with me tomorrow.” A few groans echoed through the group. He shot the crowd a harsh glare. Suddenly, the groans stopped. “Now, get to bed. It’s past curfew at this point.” The students started to drag themselves back to their rooms.
“Uraraka,” he said as she walked past. She turned to face him, staring at his boots.
“You’re getting better with your quirk. I’m impressed.” Her face shot up. He could see a little sparkle returning to her eyes. “This was still highly irresponsible and you have a long way to go. Get to bed.” She held his gaze for just a moment longer, and with a determined head nod, ran back into the building. Aizawa smiled to himself.
Maybe his students weren’t so bad after all.