A Hero's Assassination

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Noise can be heard across the 1-A classroom as students chatted away, waiting for the arrival of their teacher Aizawa, or better known as Eraserhead.

Nothing out of the ordinary for this class of 20 individuals, just another normal day in the hero course.

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"I wonder what we're gonna do today," the bubbly brunette, Uraraka Ochaco questioned, with curiosity lacing her voice, as she engaged in a conversation with two of her peers, known as Izuku Midoryia and Tenya Iida.

"Aizawa-sensei is probably gonna make us do some kind of rescue or combat training today since we are gonna do something different, based on what he said yesterday after class." The shy male responded, with a little uncertainty in his voice as if he had his doubts on what "different" actually meant.

"We should always expect the unexpected! As students of the hero course, we should always be prepared for what our teachers have in store for us!" Iida, the class rep, exclaimed with enthusiasm, over the noise of all the other students as they engaged with their conversations, moving his hands around in a robot-like motion, gaining the attention of his two classmates.

"But if we expect the unexpected, isn't it now expected?" The two teens said, sweat dropping at their friend's odd, yet familial antics that they grew to appreciate over the year.

Continuing their conversation, time passes by as it hit 8:30 AM, signalling the students that their teacher should arrive at any moment, ushering them to go to their designated seats, chatter dying down as they waited patiently for the door to open and see their sleep-deprived teacher walk-in so he can fill them in on the containments of today's class.

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"Weird, Aizawa-sensei is rarely late, I wonder why he isn't here yet..." The class vice rep mumbled to herself, catching the attention of the dual-haired boy sitting next to her.

"It's probably because-" before her classmate can continue his sentence, he got interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening, signalling that someone has entered their class. Pointing at the door, the dual-haired boy gave the black-haired girl a side look that said 'well, he's here now'.

Looking up to the front, the students were caught off guard as a female walks into their classroom instead of their homeroom teacher.

The unfamiliar female was wearing a gray-blue cardigan with long sleeves, a dark blue sweater with a white undershirt, a lighter dark blue skirt that reaches past the knees, with white socks and black Mary Janes, also a black beret to finish it off. A quite presentable, preppy, and appropriate outfit for school.

Standing behind the wooden desk, the female places a book, which was suspected to contain the student's names and information, on it as she looked ahead and eyed all the students in the class, making them shrink almost immediately under the sudden harsh look they were given by the female as if she was judging their entire existence.

After what felt like an eternity, Izuku raised his hands and began to speak,

"E-excuse me ma'am, but where is Aizawa-sensei, a-are you perhaps a substitute for today?" The bushy-haired boy managed to squeak out, feeling more pressure on himself as her harsh gaze averted over to his scrawny build, making him regret saying anything in the first place instantly.

Then suddenly, the female smiled at the poor child, catching the entire class off guard once again, as her demeanour changed almost immediately, and a sweet smile graced her lips as her once harsh stare turned into a much welcoming one, elevating the tension that was built in the room.

"Ah yes, sweetheart, I understand all of you are probably confused as to why a stranger is standing here but do not fret, as I assure you, you're gonna understand soon enough." The female gently replied to the teenager, surprising him as a very soft, motherly voice made its way towards his and his classmate's ears, stunning them with her honey-like vocal cords.

"But for now, I'm gonna start today's session by taking attendance, is that ok with you, dear?" Asked the female, gazing at the kid with soft eyes, that held nothing in them but kindness.

"A-ah y-yes! O-of course!" The young one started to panic, afraid that he offended the female standing in front of the class.

"Very well, then. I want all of you to pay attention and give me a sign of your existence when I call out your name, ok?" The female joked as she chuckled a bit to herself, making the entire class's cheeks flush with a light red colour, flustered by her sudden action.

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"Alright, no tardiness! Excellent!" The lady clamoured, with a wide smile on her face, tapping the side of her face with her pencil lightly, as if proud.

"Excuse my rudeness, miss, but who are you?" The class representative, Iida, asked as the class nodded in agreement, waiting for an answer from the woman standing in front of them.

"You're excused, Iida, do not worry," the female started, with a slight smile, "My name is Kimoto Ami, and as of today, I will be one of your educators!" She answered the teen's question, looking at the class as if anticipating another question to come her way.

"New teacher? But, last time I checked, we didn't need any extra teachers, did we?" A girl with pink skin asked, with slight confusion evident in her tone.

"Well for the classes you already have, such as your academic classes and hero training, you do not need any extra teachers, you're right about that." The lady dubbed as Ami said, stopping for a second to take a breath, then continuing.

"However, they have added a new class for you kids to take for the rest of the year, and the following year's for you here in UA, which is now mandatory for all the hero course students. As for what it is, it'll be similar to training, however with a little twist." Ami finished explaining to the students, as they all understood her reason for being in their class.

"Now that all of this is cleared, I am going to give you your first task for the rest of this year. Complete this task, and you shall pass my class. Fail to do so, and as a result, you fail. As for the task..." The teacher stopped, her hair covering her eyes, as a slight smirk danced on her lips before she looked back up at the class. With bloodlust filled eyes... She then proceeded to say:

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"I want you lot to kill me."