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As Midoriya sat at his desk, awaiting history class, he wondered when will Miss Midnight acknowledge the one chapter in their consensus he couldn’t find anything online to go and learn a bit ahead on.
Jujutsu.
He has tried to pay attention to his friend’s discussion on whether they have finally reached All Might or not, the fact he has to force himself to listen to anything All Might related has him wondering if he should go visit Recovery Girl. But last week he bought a new notebook, because jujutsu sounded quite interesting, and now he’s irritated that he found absolutely nothing.
Which, with his years of honing his internet research skill to perfection, was a miracle.
But he wasn’t the only one irritated, because Kacchan had noticed his very uncharacteristical quietness regarding All Might and promptly turned around.
Before he got a chance to open his loud mouth, the classroom door opened and to everyone's surprise, it wasn’t only Miss Midnight that entered. Mr Aizawa was right behind her.
“Hello class,” said Miss Midnight “we're going to continue in modern heroics in a second, but I've invited your homeroom teacher to discuss a very important matter with you, so I'm going to pass you these papers while he explains”.
After that Mr. Aizawa moved to the small podium, “The papers Midnight is passing out are a permission slip that you’re going to have to let your parents sigh if you decide to go on this field trip”.
“Why are we going on another trip so soon if the forest training camp was such a fiasco?” murmured Kaminari.
Apparently, he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was, because their homeroom teacher shot him a ‘be quiet’ look and continued, “This trip is voluntary, and if you decide to not go you’re going to learn everything in class anyways, it’s just an exposure training basically”.
“If it’s just for exposure, what’s the damn paper for” Kacchan, who obviously hasn’t read the content of the paper yet, wondered rather loudly.
Why he needed to ask was absurd, because if he even glanced at the paper he would see the word that has caused Midoriya to lose sleep for the past week, not that Kacchan would know.
“It’s a new rule implemented by the principal to ensure that your parents aren’t so worried, so now they can decide if you can leave school grounds for trips longer than a day” replied the teacher.
“Um, Mr.Aizawa?”
“Yes, ochako?”
“Exposure to what…exactly?”
“The world of Jujutsu sorcery”
Simultaneously, because apparently none of Izuku’s classmates can read, the whole class yelled out, “The world of WHAT”.
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It was quiet, oh so quiet.
They suddenly—“Good morning class~”.
“Gojo sensei, it’s too early for your nonsense”.
“What nonsense Megumi? Happiness? Don’t tell me you’re too dark for that now~”.
“Hehehe he got you Fushiguro” mused Itadori.
Fushiguro reached out to punch him. The punch connected,“Owww”.
“Well you’re gonna have to light up anyways, cause in like two weeks we have guests coming” said their ‘teacher’ as he sat down.
This got the boys and Kugisaki, who wasn’t paying attention until now, all turning their heads towards him.
“What guests?” Asked Itadori, while he tried to soothe the place that hurt from Fushiguro’s punch.
“Precious ones,” answered Gojo, putting his legs on the table.
Kugisaki didn’t like that answer,“It’s not the Kyoto kids again is it?”.
“Nope”.
“Ahh thank god”.
“What kind of guests then?” urged Fushiguro.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” smirked Gojo.
“Why would you tell us then!!?”.