𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

"As I told you all in the beginning of the year, Deku is not only here to learn.  He is here to teach.  So get ready for a long lesson with him."  Aizawa tiredly stated, not even bothering to let them say anything before walking out the door.  Behind him, he could hear Kirishima's slightly concerned voice and Bakugou's angry complaints.  He figured that the blonde wouldn't appreciate having to show respect for someone younger than him.  Hell, the blonde doesn't show respect to those older than him anyways.  Dragging a calloused hand down his face, he sighed and took a sip of his coffee, scratching his chin.  He really did have problem children.

"Eraserhead-sensei." Deku's bland tone caught Aizawa's attention.  He turned to face Deku and his lips twitched.  The short teen was 'wearing' the uniform, though wearing is a stretch.  Half the thing was gone, the (uncomfortable) evergreen pants were replaced with baggy cargo pants, his shirt only half tucked in.  His tie was nowhere to be seen.  Izuku ran a hand through his unkempt hair.

"Am I.... late?" The greenete looked shockingly nervous, showing hints of fear and insecurity through every little action.  Aizawa took note of this, black eyes growing sharp with interest.  It was not often that he got to see Deku in even a slightly vulnerable position.

He liked to think of Deku as a cat.  He liked cats.  Deku and cats both look adorable, but if you piss him off, he's going to show you his claws.  He's accepting of those he approves of and can tell when there's something off about someone or something.  He scares easily, and is aggressive when even the slightest of aggravated.

"Hello?  Eraserhead-sama?"  Aizawa remembered where he was, who he was with.

"Yes?  Also, stop using honorifics for me, there's no need."  He replied, showing that he was now paying attention.  The boy looked at him for a second, saying nothing.

"Okay." He replied.

Tension ensued.

. . . .

"Alright, this is Deku,"  he looked at the teen, saying nothing but his eyes communicating a big message.  You can do it.  He would never know if the boy got the message or not, as all the emerald-eyed teen did was stare back at him with thrice the intensity.  His gemstone eyes swirled with light.  Aizawa didn't know if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him, but he would've bet his left arm that there was mirth swimming in there.  "Be nice to him and listen up.  He's got a lot of information that will be valuable towards your growth has aspiring heroes."

"Why the fuck would he have any information that would be in any way valuable to me?"  Bakugou snarled, seeming more on edge than usual.  He was like a dog sensing an earthquake.  He was on edge and ready to go on offense at a moment's notice.  The black-haired teacher concluded that it was their guest speaker's presence that was fucking him up.  Why, though?  That was the question.

"Because I said so.  Now lie back and just fucking listen for once."  That seemed to only anger the blonde more, but to everyone's surprise, he said nothing and only sat back.  They all looked towards the front and low and behold, it was Deku with a gun in his hand.  Rolling his eyes, the greenete cocked the gun and locked eyes with Aizawa.  He smirked.

"Don't you fucking da--"

Bang.

"Goddammit."

Screams.

. . . .

"So it didn't work?"  Deku awoke, face blank, unfazed.

"Nope.  But you're in huge fucking trouble.  I had four kids pass out on me you dumbass."  Aizawa felt his chin, tugging lightly at the dark stubble.  It was getting too long, he'd have to shave soon.

"It's not my fault you all raised them to be a bunch of bitches."  Ignoring the last comment, the black haired man continued.  He stopped fidgeting and locked eyes with the killer.  Harsh black on intense green.

"Let's try this again, shall we?"  he challenged.  In response, Deku smirked a dark smile.

"We shall."

. . . .

"Would you rather face what you fear, or become what you fear?" Izuku asked, pausing for a long minute to make eye contact with every student in the room. Iida raised his hand to speak, but Izuku held up his own hand, a sign for him to stay quiet, before continuing. "Before you speak, Iida, let me tell you all a story that might influence your answer.

A group of sailors were out at sea. They were on a voyage that'd caused them to be out at sea for months. Then, they'd stumbled, or rather sailed, upon a group of islands. Now they could either go around the islands which could potentially take months longer, or go through the islands, though it was rumored to have tribes of cannibals occupying them. In the end, they decided to take the long route which, surprise surprise, took months longer than planned. Eventually, they ran out of food which ironically forced them into cannibalism. They became the very thing they feared in the first place.

The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm trying to make a point. Don't be too conservative and be open minded. After all, you could be only one day, or month, or even a year away from becoming your own enemy. All monsters were once human. The wolf that killed the sheep was once a pup.

Now, one day you're going to face villains, if you haven't already. You're going to look at them as the bad guy and have no mercy on them. Just because they had a crappy life doesn't give them the excuse to hurt others, right?

No.

It's not that black and white. They're shades of grey inbetween. Sometimes, what's right, isn't morally correct. So before you go apprehending every so-called 'villain' that you see, try to investigate a few layers further than just 'this person has a gun at the store so they're going to rob it. I should arrest them'. 

Good and evil isn't black and white.  Good people do bad things all the fucking time.  There's shades of grey inbetween and it's my..." he paused, looking at Aizawa.  "Our job to teach you how to deal with it.  Remember, everything is situational.  People aren't consistent, weather isn't consistent, life isn't consistent.  So how can you look at a textbook and know the answer to a morally questioning situation.  The answer is simple:  You can't.  You have to make your own decisions on how to react to a situation, rolling the pros and cons around in your head.  You have to figure out the best way to carry something out, while thinking about outside factors.

 Now, with that thought in mind, go about your day." 

. . . .

a longer chapter to make up for how long i've been gone

so sorry.

still in a somewhat bad headspace but i decided that maybe writing will help.

surprisingly, it did, a bit.  it's a little exhausting, though.

damn, i hate finals week.