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Aizawa's Pov:
I sat at my desk looking over my students files. Today had been the last day of the year for 2A and next year I would no longer be their homeroom teacher. They had potential, I had to admit that much, and I'd definitely miss teaching them. Hopefully next years batch will be just as capable at these kids.
I stared at the files for a moment more before letting them flop onto my desk. I leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh. It had been a long day, but now I have a few months to catch up on all the sleep these kids made me miss. I let my eyes drift shut as I stared up at the ceiling. It was late sure, and Mic would probably be mad at me for coming home late, but a little nap now couldn't hurt.
My eyes snapped back open when I heard it. It was quiet and soft, but definitely there. The sound rang out again. I was certain now. It was laughter. A child's laughter. But why would there be a kid here? All the students had gone home hours ago and this one sounded much to young to be here. I looked around, but the slowly dimming classroom was still empty.
After checking the entire room top to bottom, as-well as the hallway and all the neighboring classrooms, I gave up and decided to head back to mine. There was nobody around. It was just my imagination. I let out yet another sigh. Maybe it would be best if I just collected my things and went home for the day, and maybe stop for a cup of coffee in the teachers lounge as well.
I rolled up my sleeping bag and set it on my desk next to the student files. I would be back here doing paperwork in a day or two so I might as-well leave them. I tucked my sleeping bag under my arm, shoved my hands into my pockets, and began to walk out of the room.
The noise of rustling paper from behind stopped me in my tracks. I stood perfectly still. The sound continued. I wiped around and activated my quirk, ready the subdue whoever was in my classroom, only to find nobody there. The papers on my desk were seemingly moving on their own. I stood there, shocked at what I was seeing. Was this a quirk? My quirk doesn't work on mutant types after all, but it couldn't be! I would've still felt the familiar jump of energy when my quirk hit it. But, nothing.
All of a sudden, the papers flew off the desk and raced towards me. I put my arms up to block my face as I felt the paper hit my body. It didn't hurt, but still wasn't comfortable. Once I was certain there was no more paper coming, I raised my head to see the rest of them swirling around the room in aimless circles. I stared in awe at the sight before me. What the hell was going on? Suddenly, the same laughter as before broke out all across the room. It was high pitched and childish, though somehow warped, as if the noise was coming from an old tv. It traveled around the room like smoke, and, as light hearted as it sounded, it did nothing to calm my steadily rising nerves. Something was seriously wrong here.