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“Greetings, Izuku Midoriya!” The hologram of the Dean of UA spoke cheerfully, immediately after All Might’s message cut out. Izuku blinked, surprised to see him. This was from UA, but he figured the principal would be too busy for something as simple as acceptance… holograms.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m talking to you, well, while you did pass the exam, congratulations on that by the way, there was an… error in the paperwork we filed.” Nezu seemed sheepish, at least as much as Izuku could tell with his non-human expressions.
For a moment, Izuku panicked, worried he was not actually going to UA. Would All Might demand OFA back?!
“Calm yourself, you will be attending UA, of course, however…” Nezu paused, a facsimile of a smile coming to his face. “Just not as a student.”
Izuku blinked, tilting his head, utter confusion taking over him. What did that mean? Was he going to…
Nezu interrupted his thoughts. “As such, I welcome you, as UA’s newest teacher!” Izuku froze, eyes widened at that. What. “Further, I would recommend you come to UA immediately so we can set up your schedule. You will, of course, be learning as well, during your free time. We can talk more, face to face, however. After all, I imagine this is quite the shock, but do not worry! UA is a particularly unique school, so this will not bother us at all!”
Izuku stared at the hologram as it flickered out, the message finished.
“Did you get in, honey?” His mother asked, opening the door after a moment, concern clear on her face.
“I… got a job.” Izuku spoke, still confused at what the hell was going on.
“What.” Aizawa stared at the Dean.
“You heard me correctly! Students are not permitted to be on premises before the start of school.” Nezu replied cheerfully.
“I’m not a student.” Aizawa sighed tiredly, having no patience for Nezu’s games. The rat always did something crazy before school, but this felt… different.
“Actually.” Nezu turned seriously, though there was a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. He pulled out two folders, one of which Aizawa recognized as his own faculty application from years ago. “Thanks to a filing error on your part, you are officially a student of class 1A.”
Aizawa briefly considered tossing himself out the window, but curiosity won out. “And who is the teacher then?”
“Ah, that would be Izuku Midoriya.” Nezu grinned widely.
Aizawa closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to three. “The very same boy who couldn’t control his quirk and wrecked his body for no reason?”
“To save a girl, you mean.”
“We have how many safety precautions? She would’ve been fine.” Aizawa scoffed.
“Did he know that?” Nezu countered. “Regardless, I cannot change the filing until next year, due to some arbitrary laws by the HPSC.”
“Those corrupt bastards always making things worse…” Aizawa grumbled, idly grabbing his scarf. It was a nervous habit, these days, but having it on hand always soothed his irritation a bit.
“Don’t be too hard on them. It was designed to prevent the former Dean from discriminating against certain quirks. Thankfully, All Might dealt with him before I came.” That Nezu would have been more brutal in his methods did not need to be stated. Aizawa was well aware of how ferociously Nezu fought against discrimination of any kind. Not that he changed the exam…
“Alright, but what exactly do you expect me to do then? I’m not sitting through these classes when a child who can’t control his own quirk fails at teaching.” Aizawa shook his head. “If you go through with this, he’ll ruin those kids’ lives.”
“What, like having a record of being expelled?” Nezu scoffed. “I’m well aware of the situation, Aizawa. You may stay in the class to see how he does, or you can leave. It’s not as if you do not already have a pro hero license.” Nezu deeply hoped Izuku expelled Aizawa, just so the idiot would understand how badly he fucked up his previous students, but that was unlikely.
Were it not for him looking into Izuku, as well as speaking with All Might, he would have gotten around the HPSC guidelines, however…
All Might brought him one of Izuku’s notebooks, and bragged about how smart his successor was. Nezu, being the curious bugger he was, wanted to have an experiment.
Izuku was clearly an extrovert at heart, despite his timid attitude. How would he act when forced to teach? He clearly understood quirks better than Aizawa did, and his attitude would be infinitely more helpful.
But the main reason he did not bother trying to fight this nonsense?
It was fucking hilarious .
Ochako was excited for her first day of class. Hopefully that cute plain looking boy would be here too! She needed to properly thank him. Hopefully her knees wouldn’t be sore afterwards .
…
She shook her head, her blush darkening. Why she was having these thoughts was beyond her, but she needed to make a good impression! She was here to be a hero, not find a cute boy!
She slapped her cheeks, trying to clear the thought of the shirtless green haired boy from her mind. It wasn’t her fault his shirt got torn during his jump to save her! You could grate cheese on those abs!
As she opened the door, she had to blink in surprise at the loud exclamation of “stick up your ass” by that blond kid who shoved the green haired boy before the entrance exam. Whatever the two were arguing about, it stopped as she walked in. “Uh. Hi.”
The stiff blue haired boy practically marched up to her. “Ah, it’s you, from the exam! I am pleased to see you unharmed! I am Tenya Iida, I look forward to learning with you.”
“Oh! I’m Ochako Uraraka, nice to meet you.” She smiled. Maybe the guy wasn’t so bad, although he was clearly way too stiff. Seriously, she understood trying to make a good impression, but the teacher wasn’t even here yet!
“S-sorry, could you move out of my way?” A voice behind her muttered, yet somehow everyone in the class heard it. As she turned, she had to grin upon seeing the very green haired boy who saved her in the exam, although he was carrying a cardboard box for some reason.
“Ah! It’s you, from the exam! I meant to thank you for saving me! I’m Ochako Uraraka!” She beamed at her savior, eager to get to know him now.
“O-oh, uh. I’m Izuku Midoriya.” The now named Izuku smiled slightly, though…
Ochako’s eyes darted over his form. Unlike the rest of them, he was wearing a green jumpsuit with black patterns over it, thick white gloves, and metal greaves. It was clearly a professional hero costume.
…The fact that it left none of his muscles to the imagination certainly drew a few eyes.
“Why aren’t you in uniform?” Tenya frowned. “When the teacher gets here, they’re certain to scold you.”
“Ah, I suppose I should explain.” Izuku smiled as if he was dealing with a stressful but amusing situation.
Everyone paused, even Bakugo, who was beyond confused, as Izuku stood behind the desk, placing down the box he had been carrying. “Thanks to certain… circumstances, I’ll be your teacher.”
“What the fuck do you mean Deku?!” Bakugo leapt from his seat, practically foaming at the mouth. “It was bad enough you passed the exam, but now you’re supposed to be a fucking teacher?!”
“W-well, yeah. I was surprised too.” Izuku chuckled lightly, his old fear of Bakugo coming back. “Regardless-”
“No, fuck this! No way in hell am I having your sorry ass as a teacher.” Bakugo barked out like the pomeranian he was.
“Then leave.” Izuku’s voice was suddenly stone cold, something he was only able to do thanks to Nezu predicting this exact scenario. Why he didn’t just move Bakugo into the other class was beyond him…
“Huh?” Bakugo froze, eyes widening.
“If you can’t accept me as a teacher, you can leave. That’s what Dean Nezu instructed me to say. In reality, I would prefer no one here ruin their future just because of a mix up. At the very least, give me a chance before you decide.” Izuku, despite his heart hammering like it was playing Megalovania, stayed firm in his voice. He really needed to thank Nezu for his help. Who knew how badly his lessons would be without him?
Unknown to him, Nezu had done little more than encourage his ideas, rather than actually help, but it was hard to accept that with Imposter Syndrome.
Bakugo, still clearly frothing at the mouth with rage, sat back down with a sneer.
The rest of the class seemed to have no problem with Izuku teaching them, however…
‘I wouldn’t mind spending time in detention, hehe…’
‘He’s so nice! And hot! It’s not fair!’
‘Damn, already hot for teacher…’
‘I may already have good grades but damn if I don’t wanna have him help me study.’
‘Could grate cheese on those abs… magnifique!’
‘Damn, he’s getting all the girls already. Damn, he’s getting me too!’
…Why did Izuku feel like he was a bunny caught in a trap?
“A-anyway, I’ll explain what we’re doing first once the last student arrives.” Izuku shook his head, not wanting to ponder why he felt as if he were in danger any more.
“I’m here.” An utterly exhausted sounding voice called out, slinking into the room. Somehow, his very presence seemed to make everyone else more tired.
The man was clearly older than everyone else, at least thirty. Worse, he had longer hair than everyone in the class, dry, baggy eyes, and unkempt facial hair. To be honest, he looked homeless. It contrasted rather amusingly with the too-small student uniform he had on.
“Ah, perfect, just in time.” Izuku smiled shakily. Whoever this man was, he clearly unnerved their new teacher. Wait…
“In case all of you are wondering, yes. The same error that made Midoriya your teacher made me a student.” He refused to say why he was going along with it, but frankly no one wanted to ask either.
“Right…” Izuku sighed, clapping his hands together, before smiling at the class. “So, after orientation, we’ll start right away. I’ll say it now, our first order of business is going to be seeing what your current limits with your quirks are so we can work on improving them later.” He did not mention he was also going to test their physical fitness, but he figured he’d leave that for later.
“Alright, let’s get to orientation.” Izuku smiled as he walked out of the class, heart hammering in his chest.
He’d had two weeks to go over his lesson plans with Nezu, and Nezu seemed utterly confident in his ideas, but… he was terrified of doing wrong by them.
Surely, this was gonna blow up in his face! There was no way they’d like him, let alone as a teacher!
…Why did he hear boss music?