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The smell of iron overpowers everything else in the room. Whimpering could be heard down the hall. From the experiments or from the prisoners? There wasn’t much difference. The sound of metal clashing against one another, caused by victims trying to escape was drowned out by the machines powered to keep this creature alive.
“And you’re sure this nomu will be strong enough to beat All Might?” The doctor questioned, looking over at the monitor, the monitor that held the face of a man that the doctor had felt like his gaze was burning straight through him despite the fact the man didn’t have eyes.
“Are you questioning my son’s abilities?” If All for one could glare, he would. His son— his golden boy was very … ‘precious’ to him. to insult him was a crime in the underworld.
The doctor, despite having fear develop in his stomach, replied with an easy tone. “Of course not. This just seems .. impossible. That’s all.”
The man on the monitor was silent for a minute. “You’re right, it is.” All for one shifts to lean back on his chair, “But it will at least do All Might some good damage. It’ll weaken him enough.”
The doctor put his hands on the lever, ready to bring life to this thing. “I suppose that’s good too. A bright mind your son has to come up with this idea. He’s smart.”
“I know.”
And with that, the doctor pulls the lever.
The first ever successful nomu has been born.
A groan escapes Shota’s mouth the second he registers his alarm blaring. Why he accepted a teaching position despite having nightly patrols until 3 AM is beyond him. He doesn’t have enough energy for this at all.
“Sho? You better not press that snooze button.” Shota sighs and moves his hand to stop the alarm instead. His husband knew him too well.
He lifts himself up, rubbing his face. Hizashi comes in with a hot mug of coffee, handing it to him and kissing his cheek. “I made breakfast too so hurry and get ready so you don't have to rush to eat.”
Honestly? Thank god for Hizashi. The amount of meals Shota would have skipped, the days he would have been late for work, were all avoided thanks to the saint.
But Hizashi is also the reason Shota has a teaching job. He convinced him, along with Nemuri. So fuck him. Both of them.
Shota takes a moment to finish his first cup of coffee for the day before getting up to head to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and has a quick shower before putting on his hero gear.
Hizashi takes the courtesy of helping him dry his hair. Shota could honestly care less about the state his hair is in, however Hizashi is obsessed with hair care. Shota just puts up with it.
The moment Shota walks into the kitchen, his cat intertwines herself with his legs. She was a pretty cat. A calico. Against Hizashi’s wishes he picks her up, and sits her on his lap when he sits down to have breakfast.
Hizashi frowns as he sets a plate in front of him. “Sushi can’t be at the table, Sho.”
“She can sit wherever she wants.”
Hizashi shakes his head and sits down to eat. “You think your batch of first years will be better than the last?” Shota groans as he swallows the mouthful of food he just put in his mouth. Hizashi’s cooking was good.
His last first year class was so horrible that he expelled all of them on the first day. The year was so peaceful because he didn’t have a class to teach. He had to be on campus for minor things but other than that he just slept in the lounge.
“They better be. But I wouldn’t mind another year of freedom.” He watched the entrance exams through the monitors along with a few other teachers. Some of the students were tolerable. Not too many seemed too in over their heads.
A handful had.. powerful quirks. Some had good control, some didn’t. Like that Midoriya kid. His quirk was so strong that he quite literally broke himself. He was lucky Recovery Girl was there to heal his bones.
Then there were kids who could control their quirks but were still too much. The Bakugou kid. He was loud. His quirk was loud. Everything about the kid was loud. The second he saw him Shota knew there would be no peace at all in any room that kid stepped foot in.
Shota had checked his roster the night before. He had a headache when he saw both of them were in his class. He has no doubt that this class will give him a massive migraine for the rest of his life.
“Don’t be too hard on them, Sho. They’re still in their first year.” Hizashi reminds him softly. “It’s their first time being in the ‘hero’ world.”
Of course Shota knows that. But he needs to be hard on them. It’s better to train their asses now then to coddle them and see them die on the field. He’ll be damned if he sent any of his kids to death.
Shota just grunts out an agreement. He can only hope the brats he has to teach this year have some kind of potential.
Holy fuck these kids were loud.
He glared at them from his spot on the floor. He wondered how long it would be until someone noticed him. Probably— oh. Someone already did.
He locked eyes with green ones. The Midoriya kid. He looked down at Aizawa with confusion, maybe a bit of hesitancy in his eyes. He probably doesn’t know whether to let his classmates know there's a stranger on the floor or if this is just something normal.
He sees the kid has already gathered a group of friends. A brunette girl and Tenya. He admits, he felt a bit of pride knowing he had Tenya in his class. It would give him an excuse to check up on Tensei. The man had been quite busy.
He sighs and unzips his sleeping bag, standing up. “Quiet down. Get in your seats.” He folds his sleeping bag, leaving it in the corner of the room. “It took you all way too long to notice me. Any villain would have ambushed you. We need to work on that.”
He pulled out a gym uniform, “Put these on and get to the field.”
The students were quick to do what they were told. They hurried to their feet and ran off to the changing rooms. Good. At least they follow instructions fast enough.
The quirk apprehension test went smoothly despite a few protests about it since the school was having an assembly. Who cares about an assembly? These children had work to do. Shota didn’t have time for that either. It was no doubt pointless anyways.
The only thing wrong was that he could tell the Midoriya kid was holding back. Never once had he used the quirk he so willingly displayed on screen during the entrance exam.
Shota supposes that’s a good thing. Did he want to deal with the kid’s broken bones? No. He did not. But outright ignoring his quirk— even for the grip test didn’t cut it for him.
That’s why he stopped him. Why he took his quirk. If the kid simply refused to use his quirk because he can’t control it instead of using all those years he had to train it then he doesn’t belong here.
And that’s exactly what he told the kid.
“You can’t control your quirk.” The kid looked up at him, fear evident on his face. “Do you intend for people to come to your rescue when you can no longer fight because of your lack of control?”
The kid tried to protest but Shota just pulled him closer with his scarf. “With your quirk, you can’t become a hero. Not with how careless you are.”
The kid looked away in embarrassment. He looked down in what Shota could only assume was shame. He released him. “You have one more try. Throw the ball again. Hurry up.”
He could see the expressions of the other students. Some glared at him, probably thinking he was being mean. The others just looked at the kid feeling sorry for him.
Shota was fine with being labeled as a mean person. If being mean gets his students to be good enough so they don’t die, then being mean is what he needs to do. He’s seen too many people die too soon.
Some didn't even get to graduate.
The kid reeled his arm back, throwing the ball with the force of his quirk. He glanced down at the device in his hands, he threw the ball 705.3 meters away.
“Sensei.” Shota looked up at the kid. He has this proud look on his face. “Look.. I’m still standing. I can still move.” He was right. He minimized the damage his quirk does. His finger was only swollen.
Shota couldn’t help but smile. The kid had proved him wrong.
“What the hell?” Shota’s attention was drawn to Bakugou. He was fuming. “Deku what the hell?!” Bakugou lunged straight for Midoriya. “Since when did you have two quirks you bastard!”
Shota quickly restrained him, erasing his quirk in the process. “Don’t bother breaking out of the scarf. It’s made of special material.” He glared at the blonde. “And quit making me use my quirk. I have dry eyes.”
It was only then that Bakugou’s words registered in Shota’s head.
Another quirk?
A glimpse of movement catches his attention. He immediately grows annoyed. Why? Because All Might was watching his class.
Well. Not exactly his class. Just one of his students. He follows All Might’s gaze only for it to land on Midoriya. Has All Might picked a favorite this early into the year? And why Midoriya?
This kid was making less sense with each passing second.
“As I mentioned before. The person last on the scoreboard is going home. Mineta, you’re expelled.” The boy, as expected, threw a fit. Him being last on the scoreboard wasn’t the only reason Shota had expelled him.
Mineta had already, despite it being the first damn day, harassed all the girls in 1-A. Especially Yaoyorozu. The boy was an insane pervert, he wouldn’t have anyone like that in his class.
His irritation only grew when Mineta absolutely refused to leave. God this was a long day.
All Might stops him on his way out.
“Aizawa.” Shota glances up at him. “Don’t you think you were a little bit too harsh today?” He glares at the taller man. He just kept speaking. “The threat of expulsion is quite serious, you know!”
Shota hated that stupid grin. “It was a logical ruse.” Shota didn’t have to explain himself to the man. “What isn’t logical is choosing favorites.”
All Might steps back, probably offended Shota would assume anything like that. “I know. You were watching Midoriya throughout the whole test, weren’t you? Cut that out.”
Shota didn’t give All Might a chance to speak to him again. Instead he chose to walk off. He may have been an asshole just then but right now he just wants his husband.
God. He missed Hizashi.
He prefers it to be just him, Hizashi, and their beloved cat, Sushi. That’s how he likes it.
He finds Hizashi waiting for him at the staff parking lot. He feels content when he’s finally next to his husband.