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Iida could say the chaos started that Thursday after classes afternoon when they started talking about their childhoods.

“Oh my God Tsu, you were the cutest baby!” Mina cheerfully said. Aizawa emitted a low grumble because of the loud noise “Sorry Sensei!”

The teacher didn’t say anything else, he just kept working through some papers and with his laptop on the table, while the other girls kept talking excitedly looking at Tsuyu’s mobile phone pictures.

Iida was currently having a light read, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” while sitting on the couch next to Kirishima and Denki who were playing videogames. He wasn’t very keen on fantasy, -he preferred non-fiction books- but Bakugou’s new nickname for him was ‘Harry but less gay Potter’, and he wanted to inform himself about what was it about. From his research, the series had been a success during the pre-quirk times, although he had also seen the author had said things he didn’t really like, but since she was dead and he was currently taking ‘Guide to not attempt murder’ classes, he had just decided to ignore all those stupid comments.

He would usually read in his room, - Tenya really appreciated and loved his classmates, but they were many times too loud or noisy to be able to focus on studying or reading- but he had read that socializing with classmates and friends was healthy for both parties and as class president, he had to give example. Plus, with Aizawa-sensei here there were trying to keep their volume down.

“You should see my little sister- ribbit. She had an angelical face as a baby, everyone said she looked really innocent, which is funny because she was always messing around and doing all kinds of stuff- ribbit” Tsuyu spoke animatedly talking about her siblings, she went through some pictures until she found the one “Here”

The girls all looked to the phone to see the picture “I take it back! Your sister wins, she was the cutest baby” Mina squeaked, muffling the sound with her hand to not anger their teacher.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe she could break a plate!” Hagakure spoke.

Jirou, who was only listening to the conversation while she aimlessly played a game on her phone answered back, finally looking up from her phone “You’re wrong, the cute kids are the most dangerous ones, I fully believe Midoriya has dark secrets from his childhood. Those chubby cheeks hide something” she said it with a conspiracy look and tone Todoroki would be proud of.

“Kyo’s right, Hagakure!” Uraraka agreed “Not about the Deku thing, that was weird. When I was little, I used to hug many people- sometimes strangers- and make them float! I pulled out the sad puppy card saying it was on accident. Accident my arse, I wanted human balloons, I was getting human balloons!” everyone in the room- even the ones who weren’t even in the conversation- knew that Uraraka would do that, if she wasn’t that broke, 7 rings would sound every time she entered a room.

“I agree mon amie! J'étais un bébé de couverture de magazine. That doesn’t mean I didn’t sink my house in glitter or holes and burns!” Aoyama said while he painted his nails “Et I’m sure that with your quirk tu n’étais pas a good girl either” he added winking his eye towards Hagakure.

Said girl was now covering her face in embarrassment with her hands. Or at least, that’s how it looked, their only clue were her gloves.

“It’s true… When I was a kid, I used to get naked to always win at hide or seek! I also did that to escape from bath time!” she said, with a choked voice.

“Don’t worry” Yaoyorozu spoke soothingly while patting Hagakure’s back “We all have embarrassing stories from our childhoods. When I was little, I had a Barbie phase, I would only wear pink clothes and I even dyed my hair blonde! Even more, my room was a swimming pool of Barbie dolls. I watched every movie, even those of fairies” she now had a light blush.

“W-Well, that’s not too bad, Y-Yaomomo” Jirou spoke again, blushing as well and stuttering because of talking to Yaoyorozu “I used to love Hannah Montana… I would only sing her songs, and maybe some of Jonas Brothers’ ones as well. But nothing more. I thing my parents still have the tapes” she said awkwardly, blushing harder than Yaoyorozu.

Said student tilted her hair looking at Jirou “Ohh! I bet you looked really cute, I mean, you still are! I hope I can see you sing one of those one day”

First reaction was Jirou’s, who at first was speechless, wide-eyed and shocked. Then she proceeded to have a meltdown, hugging her knees on the floor and hiding her face, which now was tinted in the reddest of blushes.

Nextly, when Yaoyorozu seemed to understand what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud, hence everyone had heard it, she as well blushed ashamed. She mumbled apologies and laughed awkwardly while rubbing the back of her neck, trying to relief the tension.

Mina looked at both of them, sighed and just mumbled ‘How are they so dumb? Ugh, lesbians…’

“Momo’s right, we all have funny memories!” Kirishima started talking, oblivious of what had just happened “When I was seven, I was always hardening, taking my shirt off and yell ‘I’m a man!’ super loud. I also had an emo phase but that’s in the past and only in the past” he stated not leaving room for argument.

Kaminari, who was a bit down because of losing at Mario Kart decided to join the conversation as well “Yeah, doing stupid shit” Aizawa coughed “Doing stupid things and messing up with my quirk was my signature as a kid. I remember that we once visited during a school trip, a very large corn field. When I left, there wasn’t corn anymore, it was all popcorn” the electric boy smiled at that memory.

“Iida-kun” Iida looked up from his book at Tsuyu’s voice “What are your embarrassing childhood memories- ribbit?”

“Or not so childhood ones!” Denki elbowed Kirishima, who just glared at him.

“No, I don’t think I have any” he said with a thoughtful expression, trying to remember any embarrassing memory “At least that I remember. Although, my family always says I have always been very sober”

Mina was going to say something when they all heard something that left them petrified.

Aizawa, who was still working grading assignments, had just snickered. Well, it was too low and silent to be one, but coming from Aizawa it was massive.

Kaminari was the first one to break the silence “Has he-?” he asked incredulous.

Yaoyorozu spoke, as representative of the class after Iida, it was her duty “Uhmm, Aizawa sensei… What- Why did you laugh?”

The teacher continued to look down at his work, rather than at them “Nothing too serious, it’s just Iida saying he was sober and serious… Or saying he didn’t do anything embarrassing as a kid” Aizawa shook his head in amusement.

Iida would have sworn Mina’s eyes glinted at what their teacher had said “What do you mean with that, sensei?”

Aizawa finally looked at his students, with a bored expression “I know Iida since he was a baby-”

“WHAT!?” Kaminari and Kirishima yelled at the same time, interrupting Aizawa.

“Why didn’t we know this information!?” Jirou demanded shocked, the blush and awkwardness gone thanks to the surprise.

Aizawa’s expression was still bored but a bit confused “His brother and I are friends? I’ve literally changed Iida’s diapers”

Iida didn’t like in the slightest where this conversation was going. He readjusted his glasses to find comfort but then he was assaulted by Kaminari and Kirishima who clearly didn’t know about personal space “Dude” Kaminari spoke “You met teenager sensei!? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Iida blushed and tried to separate himself from his two classmates, the others were looking at him as expectant “Well, that was personal, and doesn’t have so much to do with heroics or studies, so I don’t know why it would be important” he said only a half-truth. He had many times avoided the topic or kept it a secret. Why? Because that hobo man was like an uncle, it was awkward enough, he didn’t need the teasing of his friends and Mineta. He would have lost the little respect they had for him as a Class President.

“That’s so much bullshit!” Mina said standing up, indignant, Aizawa glared at her “As if I was wrong. What Tenya didn’t want is for sensei to uncover his secrets” she pointed a finger towards Iida accusatorily.

“Well, since notre ami, betrayed us, we demand sensei to tell us stories!” Aoyama said, being careful to not mess up his nails.

“I’m sure Aizawa has work to do” Iida said with a strained tone, blush growing harder every second. No one listened.

“Stories? I want the full album!” Uraraka, the one who looked more betrayed, imposed.

“What a pity he doesn’t have one here” Iida tried to fakely sound sad. He had been lucky not so many secrets- some he didn’t even remember- were going to be exposed today.

“I actually think I have all of them in some folders of my laptop. I prefer to save all those things here so I don’t lose them” he said while he looked for said archives inside his laptop. The eight friends were quick to stand next to Aizawa to see all the blackmail on 4K. Mina already had prepared his phone to take pictures.

‘Well, fuck’

“Here” Aizawa said, everyone took a closer look at the laptop. Iida joined them to make sure there wasn’t anything too bad. But for sure Aizawa couldn’t have such type of material.

“Oh My GOD, IIDA!” Mina squealed, muffling the sound with her hands. They all looked wide-eyed at the screen. The first picture showed a not older than 3, Tenya, with a bowl of spaghetti on top of his head and smiling innocently. Aizawa had really said ‘Go big or go home’ For a starter.

Iida’s face was tinted red “Many babies do that” he tried to defend himself, while chopping his arms.

“Yes, but bro, this is you: Tenya ‘The speed limit is 50 and you’re going at 51, get out of the car’ Iida. Our Class rep!” Kirishima elbowed him.

“Hey what’s up with all this noise?” Sato entered the room with Kouda, Tokoyami and Ojiro; they had been making cupcakes in the kitchen, next to the common room.

“Summing up, Iida is like sensei’s nephew since his birth and now we’re watching baby pictures of him” Jirou explained.

“Cool!” was all Ojiro said before they all joined the group that watched the screen.

Iida sighed and prayed to every deity he knew to have mercy on him and stop this. But of course, they didn’t listen to him.

“No way!” Satou said incredulous, the rest of his friends were even more wide-eyed “Is this photoshop?”

“I-I don’t think so” Jirou said without looking away of the screen. The picture showed a toddler Iida pouting over leaving some oranges. Iida remembered that day, he wanted to get all his ‘orangeous’ friends home. Maybe then make juice, but they were his friends.

Mina muffled a laugh, Iida glared at her and she tried to look innocent “Sorry, Iida, you were just so cute!”

Iida was going to say something when Aizawa spoke again “I’m pretty sure I have the video of that day somewhere in here”

“Please no” Iida pleaded but no one could hear him because of his classmates’ cheers of excitement.

Aizawa seemed to find the video. Iida had never wanted to throw himself out of the window like now.

“Come on, Tenya, we have to head home” the voice of a young Tensei sounded from behind the camera.

“B-But-” Iida sniffled “I dun’t wanna leave them! They are my friends!” a very young Tenya hugged all the oranges protectively “This is Steve!” he said showing one random orange.

“Little Listener, I know you love Steve and the others, but we can’t carry one hundred oranges in the car” a young Present Mic came into scene. Iida didn’t remember uncle Yamada had been there.

“One hundred and fifty-four” Iida corrected.

“One hundred and fifty-four oranges” Yamada repeated

“Mic sensei without the moustache!” one of the students whispered, most likely Kaminari or Mina.

“Hizashi, they are rich, they can afford it” a tired voice sounded behind the camera, Yamada glared at him.

“Shouta, you are not helping!” Tensei spoke again “My parents let us go here because they think we’re responsible.”

“Uncle Shou is on my side, why aren’t you!?” Iida pouted again with teary eyes.

“I cannot believe this. This-this has to be fake-ribbit”

“Uncle Shou is an idiot and just wants to end this so he can go to sleep” Tensei argued. He was probably right.

“Hey, I care about my nephew!” At what was happening at the moment, Iida thought it was bullshit “And about his orange friend Sam!”

“Steve” Iida corrected.

“Right, Steve” Aizawa said “Buy the oranges and let’s go home”

A long sigh sounded and the video ended.

“And that’s how we ended up having to carry more than one hundred and a half oranges inside our car”

Everyone exploded.

“What the fuck was this?” Jirou asked, not really believing what had just happened.

“I think it was an alternate reality” Hagakure answered.

“I lost class presidency to an Oranges’ Simp” Yaoyorozu said shocked looking at her hands.

“But really, why didn’t any of you two tell us about this gold!?” Kaminari inquired.

Aizawa smirked and looked behind him, directly at Iida who was now mortified “I, myself because I didn’t care. You, Iida?”

Iida’s response was glaring. This wasn’t a sensei-student kind of thing; this was a reluctant uncle-nephew war.

“Let’s continue!” Aizawa said excitedly, more or less. No one knew he could do that, well Iida did. He only did that to piss people off.

But his classmates didn’t seem to mind since they all cheered again and put their attention into the screen.

Twenty minutes later, Iida was currently hitting his head with the wall. They hadn’t stopped, they had watched everything Iida could’ve ever thought of, but when he thought it was finally over, Aizawa found another one hundred pictures and videos.

They had seen carnival and Halloween photos; they had seen his Transformers themed birthday party and a video of him saying he loved Optimus prime. He did, he was a great leader for his group. They had gone over all his baby pictures, even the ones of him a few hours later his birth. It was crazy how much Aizawa had. He even had that video of Iida doing the hula.

At this point, most of his classmates had joined the group and were watching the screen as if it was going to tell them the meaning of life.

“Uhm, what’s happening here?” Midoriya entered the room, confused seeing how Iida was hitting himself with the wall and no one seemed to mind.

“Iida’s embarrassing pictures and videos because Sensei seems to have all the blackmail as his uncle” Sero explained quickly, not looking away from the screen.

“It’s cinematic poetry” Mina added.

Now Midoriya was curious, he wanted to watch, but he was also worried for Iida.

Iida knowing his friend just waved his arm to signal him he could go. Midoriya smiled and joined the group after patting his friend in the back sympathetically.

“Bakugou, could you please at least be less subtle about how much you’re enjoying my suffering” Iida said chopping his arms to Bakugou who was down on his knees laughing uncontrollably, and even crying.

Bakugou completely ignored him- although, to be fair, maybe he hadn’t even heard him “Sensei, play it again!”

Aizawa shrugged and clicked the video again.

“Tenya, say something to the camera!” Tensei cheered.

“I’m not Tenya, silly! I’m Lightning McQueen!!! The fastest car!” little Iida said. He was wearing a handmade red costume and had red and yellow makeup on his face. Aunt Nemuri had helped him with it since he didn’t have many experience, but wanted to make it himself.

“Oh, right, Mr. McQueen! Could you do us please a demonstration of your great speed?” Tensei fake-begged. Iida had to admit that although he was suffering from this, it made him remember how good of a brother Tensei was in his childhood. And he still was.

“Of course!” Iida said doing an excited gesture with his arms. Now the fun of the video started “VROOOOOOMMMMMM! VROOM VROOM!!!” he run all over the garden as if he was a real car “VROOM! PI-PI” but he made it Iida style and decided to put traffic lights and signals. “VROOOMMM!” he said when he counted enough time, he imagined the traffic light would’ve turned green “HEY!”

Yamada was surprised “Me? What’s up Lil’ man?” he asked.

“You’re standing in the road… You could be hurt! If you want to walk you need to go through the crosswalk…” Iida kept scolding him for at least five minutes.

“Alright, I’m sorry… I promise next time I’ll be more intelligent” Yamada said chuckling raising his hands as a peaceful gesture.

“Promise?”

“Promise” Yamada answered.

“Alright!” and then he continued his way “VROOOOMMM VROOOOMMM!!! VROOOOOOOOOOOO-”

Bakugou was on the floor, unable to stand up because of how hard was laughing. He was crying even harder now “This is the best moment of my life” he managed to say, then he started roaring in laughter again “No, silly, I’m Lightning McQueen!” he said imitating Iida’s voice. He then didn’t stop laughing. Well, jokes on him, Iida his favorite now was Doc Hudson anyway!

“Iida-kun, you were so cute!” Mina said and all agreed.

Iida sighed, the video wasn’t over, now it came the part Iida hated.

“I’m going to use this for blackmail in the future” a tired voice could be heard in the background.

Iida glared at his uncle, he just smiled at him cruelly, not regretting anything.

After those long almost five hours of suffering, Aizawa sent the students back to his rooms since they had classes the next day.

Iida was laying at night in his bed with only one thing inside his mind: REVENGE.

Revenge came three weeks later, when they had to make their presentations about the start of heroes’ careers versus how they were now. Iida saw his chance and took it.

Aizawa entered the room tired as always “Okay class, today is presentation day. I hope you brought your projects” he said staring at Sero, Mina and Kaminari who looked at him with nervous smiles “and they are not too much of a garbage.”

Without further explanation he sunk in his sit waiting for someone to go and expose their project, with bored eyes.

Iida really wanted revenge but if he was first it would be too suspicious, he preferred to wait until half of class time was over.

“You losers are cowards!” Bakugou said as no one raised his hand “Let’s get it over with” he half sighed- half growled.

Bakugou’s exposition was to say the least, decent, he talked about Mirko’s beginnings and how she ascended very quickly.

Some students followed Bakugou. Yaoyorozu talked about Uwabami and how although the media depicts her as selfish and uncaring, she actually worked hard to be where she is. Aoyama decided to talk about a French hero, Eiffel. He had a very useful quirk, creating iron structures. Midoriya followed Aoyama and decided to talk about multiple heroes instead of sticking to one. Iida found it weird he only mentioned All Might once, and it was very briefly. Perhaps he was expanding his horizons.

After Kirishima’s and Uraraka’s presentations of Fat Gum and Thirteen, respectively; Iida decided his time had come.

“Well done Uraraka, although try to be more objective when speaking of numeric data” Aizawa said, Uraraka nodded with a smile and came back to her place “Alright, who’s next?”

Iida raised his hand quickly “May I be the next one, sir?”

Aizawa looked bored at him, he didn’t know what was coming for him “Yeah, whatever”

Iida grinned, he went to the computer to plug the USB, he looked at Aizawa for a moment. The teacher seemed to notice how innocently the boy smiled, too innocently…

Aizawa went wide-eyed, and paled.

‘Don’t you dare’ he told him with his eyes.

‘Too late’

Pro tip for uncles that are also teachers, don’t embarrass your nephew- who has literally attempted murder, but that’s for another day- with pictures and videos; when that nephew has another uncle, an aunt and a brother who are too excited and ready to embarrass a friend. Summing up, Tenya had pictures for thousands of projects.

The PowerPoint was ready “Hello, everybody! I’m Tenya Iida and this is my project regarding the beginnings of some heroes and how they ended up.” He said as normal as always.

His classmates looked bored, they were already tired of presentations, good thing this was gonna be different.

Iida pressed the button to start the presentation. The first slide already went strong, it said in big, black letters:

THE FIRST YEARS OF AIZAWA-SENSEI, PRO-HEROE: ERASERHEAD

Behind that title, the slide clearly showed a young, Aizawa-sensei, with sunglasses, drinking a mimosa and hula-hopping.

The class was speechless, they were shocked Iida was going to do that, so brave. They looked at Aizawa to see if he did something, he only glared at Tenya. The class gulped; a bit scared is the class president would do that to them too.

“As you know, Aizawa-sensei, name hero Eraserhead, graduated twelve years ago from UA to become an underground hero. Of course, he wasn’t the best from the start, nor he had a stable job at UA. No, at the beginning he had to use the few resources he had, and as he didn’t know how to cook or maintain a freaking house, he decided to do the most logical thing: practically moving in with my family!”

Some of the students giggled- Aizawa sent them daggers through his eyes- and others were astonished their super serious and sober teacher was that irresponsible.

“Which leads us to our following topic:”

IS PARTYING AND BEING STUPID HELPING WITH YOUR HERO CAREER?

EXPERTS, SAY NO.

In the slide there was a collage of many photos of Aizawa doing the stupidest shit unimaginable. He had carefully chosen them from the broad material that existed. There was one of him sleeping at the gym, another of him being scolded by Iida’s parents, another one of him flirting with someone of unknown gender wearing a cat costume- Iida hoped his brother didn’t lie to him when he said he was drunk that night-, a gif of him dancing salsa.

Class 1-A didn’t want to laugh, they had made it so far into the year without being expelled, they didn’t want to laugh, but Iida was making it very difficult.

“But,” Iida continued, much to Aizawa’s dismay “I think it’s better for you to see it than me explaining everything”

“Tenya, no” Aizawa warned. Tenya no his ass.

“That’s why I made a musical video of Eraserhead’s best moments!” Aizawa swore under his breath. Iida pressed the play button. “I’m Still Standing” by Elton John, started sounding through the speakers.

“Oh my god, this cannot be real” Mina said.

Iida had wanted to make the video of the worst quality possible. The audio was a bit damaged, and the video looked as Yamada had said while he helped him “The type of video a company would make for an employee for their fiftieth birthday”, just as Tenya wanted it.

The first picture was Aizawa asleep at a club, inside his yellow sleeping bag. The second one, was him, buried in the sand and yelling at Hizashi. The next one, Aizawa was clearly drunk holding himself onto a lamppost above the ground, terrified of a Chihuahua.

Aizawa was starting to consider throwing himself out of the window, Tenya could feel it.

‘Good, suffer’

The pictures changed every five seconds. When the chorus came and the lyrics ‘I’m still standing’ sounded, the photo changed to Aizawa vomiting on the toilet, knees on the floor and a young Iida taking a selfie with the peace sign.

And they had only started. There were pictures of Aizawa doing cabaret, some of the teacher wearing questionable clothes, many with Aizawa trying to steal cats… But the 99% of the photos consisted on Aizawa being either drunk, or having a hangover.

Beautiful times, indeed.

When the song ended, Aizawa sighed relieved, it was finally over…

“And as the end of my presentation, I found this VERY hidden video. Enjoy” he said, not caring of the consequences, this was already done.

The class paid full attention at the projection.

The video started playing, it was of Aizawa, on a scenario of a karaoke, holding a microphone.

“This is for Hizashi, I love you. I would give up my cat plushie for you!” Aizawa said crying, and very, very drunk. Obviously, this video was provided by Nemuri, Hizashi didn’t remember anything about that night.

‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift started playing, and a very unpitched and not sober at all Aizawa, started singing.

The class was petrified because of the shock. It couldn’t be real. But it was.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"!” Aizawa, more than sang, screamed.

The video ended, the class was still silent because of the shock and Aizawa was read and looking at the table, stroking his forehead. He had forgotten that night too.

“And this is the end of my presentation about Aizawa-sensei, pro hero, Eraserhead! Do you have any comments?”

“If any of what we’ve just seen, leaves this room or gets talked about again I’ll expel you” Aizawa said looking at the nothingness, holding his head with his arms that were on the table.

“Fantastic! Now, I’ll start presenting my real project! Because although I wanted to embarrass Aizawa, that doesn’t mean I’m going to get a bad mark” he said too cheerfully. Aizawa glared at him “Oh, come on Uncle Shou! You look pale, do you want your cat plushie?”

The class exploded. Those last minutes had been glorious, but this had been the best thing they’ve had ever witnessed.

Aizawa grumbled, knowing that the rest of the class was lost. But nephews, you gotta love them.