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“Principal Nezu has… decided We needed outside help from the ministry of defense! So uh- today, we’re going to have a very special teaching assistant for English today, ya dig?”
Present Mic was… ruffled, to say the least, and he knew he wasn't the only one. With the very sudden announcement from Nezu that the HPSC was requiring occasional supplemental lessons from the Ministry of Defense, most teachers were now having to completely re-work lesson plans and such in less then a day. Not to mention the TA he’d been assigned seemed to be a lot.
Ms. Irina Jelavic seemed to be ready to pounce on anything with two arms and a pulse, which was… unsettling to say the least. Not to mention overly sexual. At least Midnights- uh- appeal - vanished when she was teaching, to not only fully educate her students on the importance of hero personalities, but to make them understand her over the top behavior was just that. An act. But Irina seemed reluctant to ‘turn it down,’ even when around schoolchildren. To each their own?? maybe??
God- Hizashi was already exhausted, and the two hadn't even stepped into the classroom. And lord knows it only got worse. As soon as he walked in, motioning Irina to follow, he heard a shout.
“BITCH-SENSEI??”
Goddamn.
Midoriya was a simple man. Or uh, he liked to think so at least.
I mean, being tasked to kill an alien in junior high while also dealing with the training to receive an apparently transferable quirk, and then having a side job as an assassin while training to be a hero? Not the simplest. But in no way connected.
So seeing his E-class english teacher was, to put it simply, downright shocking.
“BITCH-SENSEI?”
Slapping a hand over his mouth at the outburst, he flushed red with embarrassment.
And you know, he was going to leave it there, he really was, but couldn't contain his amusement when he caught sight of an overly large ring perched on her left hand, abruptly and accidentally yelling at the blonde, “YOU'RE ENGAGED????”
Everyone sat, shocked at his insane shift in personality. What had happened to the ever respectful ‘i'm sorry i looked at you weird probably please don't kill me’ midoriya? Nevertheless, no one wanted to challenge it. Well, almost no one. And poor, poor Iida made the unwise decision to say something.
“Midoriya!! that is extremely disrespectful!”
The class took that as their queue to burst into noise, all shouting and questioning and apologizing for their classmates far out of character behavior.
And yet, even then, Midoriya just couldn't contain himself. Someone would want to marry her? After her escapades trying to seduce Karasuma last year, it was crazy to believe she could have moved on (because there was no way in hell he’d even think of marrying her, right?).
The class froze again, all turning to look at him, sweatdropping.
Ah, fuck. He’d said that out loud?
He slowly turned to look at the blonde teacher, meeting her eyes for a split second.
“....oops?”
Well, at least he already wrote a will.
“YOU…” she paused, an almost comical tick mark appearing on her forehead,”GODDAMN, SHITWAD, BRAT !” She lunged at the younger, giving him one of her iconic smothering headlocks, rendering him mostly immobile while also managing to suffocate him in her chest. “YOU LITTLE SHIT- ”
“WAHH, I’M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I JUST, YOU'RE ENGAGED???” he pleaded, still laughing while attempting to wiggle out of her grasp, long since building a tolerance to her… over the top ‘attacks’.
“OH YEAH? WHAT ABOUT IT, HUH?”
“WHO-”
The door slammed open, revealing two tired looking black haired men, one's eyes glowing an unnatural red, and the other's eyes a black hole of disappointment. And both were glaring very, very, intensely at the pair.
Like an electric shock, Irina and Izuku jumped away from each other, looking ‘natural,’ as if they hadn't been about to verbally assault each other.
A thick silence filled the classroom until Irina spoke, rubbing the back of her head nervously."-ah! Heeeyyyy, Karasuma…… the- uh- weather sure is great here, yeah? Well uh- i'm gonna go, so uh-” she started moving towards the door, just to be stopped by a scathing look from karasuma.
“Aizawa-sensei!” Izuku piped up not long after the attempted escape,” So lovely to see you, my most favoritest teacher in the whole entire world-”
“EH?! WHAT ABOUT THE OCTO-”
Snapping her jaw shut as soon as the syllable left her mouth, she turned robotically to the taller of the two men, cheeks flushing slightly with shame. “Ah- uh-”
Karasuma sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes before speaking.
“Irina, you're lucky this time that no one of importance witnessed that. Watch yourself.”
Aizawa and Karasuma exchanged a look, before Aizawa turned to the offending pair of student and teacher, speaking monotone.
“Anyways, Ms. Jelavic, please attempt to hold yourself back from attacking a student again. Midoriya, Karasuma has requested you along with some other students for a check in on your skills. You need to prepare for a multi-day trip as well. Have… Ritsu? Assist you.”
At the mention of her name, Midoriya's phone beeped to life, displaying an image of a purple haired girl. “Of course! I will make sure they're all prepared, karasuma, sir!”
“But then I'm gonna miss out on law and ethics…..” Midoriya whined, “ugh….”
“Ill have you read a textbook on the way there. Problem solved. Now get a move on, we have a plane to catch.”
Midoriya trudged to the back of the classroom, gathering his stuff at Karasuma’s command..
“No fair!! I wish i could miss law and ethics” Mina sighed from the back of the classroom. Bitch-sensei perked up at this, looking mischievously at karasuma. Receiving a small nod from him, she stepped forward.
“Well sure! But here's the thing, do ya think you could catch this?” with that, she pulled a knife out of a hidden holster on her thigh, throwing it at midoriyas turned back.
Just when everyone was certain it would hit its mark, he whipped around, grabbing the handle inches away from his chest.
Absolute silence enveloped the room, tension returning tenfold, and yet somehow unnoticed by Midoriya.
“Ugh, bitch senseiiiiiii… couldn't you at least wait until we were outside? You could have hurt someone, ya know.”
He twirled the knife in his hand before tossing it back at her.
“Come onnnnnn, i'm assuming we still have to get Karma and Nagisa?” Karasuma sighed again, nodding in an affirmative. “Alright then,,, lets gooooo!” he opened the door, stepping outside beside karasuma, leaving the whole classroom stock still behind him.
“What. the. Fuck.” Mic muttered in English, having watched the whole thing from the corner of the room.