Clementes school for the Arts

New School, New Teach

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Headmaster Clemente's POV

Today was the day the new students would join our general studies program. This school is for the arts and teaches prodigies. Talented teens come to this school to enhance their skill and get a higher education. Allowing them to pursue their dreams, and take advantage of their talents. Of course I wanted to make the school accessible to everyone. Give opportunities I wasn't allowed at their age. Thus I opened a new program similar to that of a normal school. This allows us to teach more students while finding even more talented young souls.

Now their was one issue. Most of the students seemed to be average, some above even. But their was one class that stood out. I'm not one to judge but they didn't have the best grades and had a tendency of getting akumatized. If hawkmoth hadn't been defeated months ago, I would have said no. But he's gone, and people can show their emotions freely, so the chances our school is attacked are low, even if we have a counter-protocol for such situations.

This class also seemed to cause scenes during public events, and one student Marinette, seemed to have a record of bullying a certain girl.

This Marinette girl would have been a normal bullying case. I would schedule a counseling session and be cautious with her being around other students. The issue, is I don't know what she did. Theirs no evidence, and they all happen in the same order. She makes a threat, and if the girl doesn't agree, she beats her up. But no texts, videos, or witness statements.

But my question is why? Why just one girl? Chloe Bourgeois, was apparently cold to her whole class. And why was their no record of earlier instances? No evidence, and no calls to the victims parents. Plus, wasn't she the girl who risked her life because her teacher didn't have the dignity or training to get the emergency folder herself. Shouldn't she have grabbed it when their were evacuating in the first place. Such a mystery. One I shall solve, with or without help. I always loved a good mystery anyway. Keeps things fun.

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Ms. Santos pov

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I don't even know if I'm ready to teach a class. It's like raising a child, but worse. You don't know their past or personality, or work ethic. And that's when they don't have emotional trauma. Have any of you watched bnha. Imaging being Todoroki's teacher. Or having to put up with Bakugo for a whole year.

These thoughts tormented me as I walked the neat, white halls of the school, all decorated with posters and signs. It was huge, and took me a while to get used to, but I did it. My steps seemed abnormally loud in the silence. Most students were having there morning reading hour, which was scheduled on Mondays, to begin the school week on a good note.

I arrived at the classroom, and reached out to the door knob. 'Why do these events seem to be moving in slow motion. As far as I know I haven't been bitten by any radioactive spiders'. I turn the handle to find the class immediately go silent. A brunette girl seemed to have tear stains on her cheeks, and another one just looks mentally drained.

'But I mean what do I expect, this is school. And when I was her age, I spent my nights reading webtoons, chatting with friends, when I should have been studying.'

"Good morning class, how have you all been doing?"

'Well that was a stupid question! There school just got burned down. There obviously not doing greatest.'

'Unless they were the cause...'

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a few 'fine's and 'okay's. There was one girl in the back, the one who looked mentally drained. I noticed she was a blunette with bluebell eyes. Her hair was down and she looked tired.

I'll ask her after class. No need to draw attention to her. Maybe she was reading fanfics last night. Or stayed up too long texting. Stayed up staring at the ceiling wondering about her purpose in life, questioning sexuality, thinking over part trauma.

They're teens, they go through a lot at stage in life. I should know.

"Marinette, it's rude not to answer the teacher, you know."

Before she could answer I spoke.

"It's fine, she looks tired it's best to leave her be."

The class looked at me in shock. But I wasn't saying anything that directly affects their grade. Once I start teaching actual knowledge I'll demand their attention. Maybe the girl is going through something.

Or maybe I just wasn't what they expected in a teacher. But then again, it's did come to school in jeans and a Demon Slayer T-shirt. But this shirt was on sale and had Nezuko on it. Who would pass up such an opportunity.

Still, maybe I should have tried making a better impression.

"Now, before I explain the rules and basic information, how about a little introduction." I announce, changing the subject.

The sausage hair girl was Lila. A girl with glasses and in a plaid button up was Alya. There was a blond named Adrien Agreste. Apparently he's the son of a fashion designer and a model. But when you only go on the internet to watch anime, Netflix and read fanfics, spend nights looking for student lesson plans, the name of the designer of your clothes never really crosses you mind.

The blueberry child was Marinette. I now plan to call her blueberry child. I don't know, maybe I could give them all nicknames.

"Well I'm Ms. Santos. But you can call me Jackie. Ms. Santos make sound old, and strict. I promise never to chase you with a flip flop though." Memories of my 8th grade teacher came back to me. The class just laughed.

"I'm 25, and this is my first ever class. I was a substitute and lunch supervisor before given the opportunity to teach you all, and just so you know I'm an insomniac so if I seem a bit out of it, just blame my difficulty sleeping. I like anime, manga and my wish is to visit Japan, Sweden, and Canada . I onc-"

"Oh I remember when I visited Tokyo. I even made friends with the creator of my hero academia."

Most of the class seemed invested in the story and many started to ask questions. Alya looked intrigued but hesitant, Agreste looked as if he was tired of hearing this story, but tried to seem interested. Even though, with the class reaction I would have assumed this was new news. DJ boy looked annoyed and bumble bee just rolled her eyes.

'Yes DJ boy seems pathetic, but bumble bee I will keep'

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"Really Lila! I didn't know you also knew Horikoshi!"

"Huh!" The class said unanimously, Sausage hair paled, but I was to busy to notice.

"Yeah he knows my dad. He was on a trip to Japan, they met and became fast friends."

I may have forgotten to mention my dad owns a company, and was a bit rich.

"Really!"

"Wow!"

"That's so cool!"

The class began asking questions over the guy.

"Okay class settle down." While I'd like to keep talking of my personal life, I still need to teach. Plus he's dads friend, not mine. I just admire the mans work.

I came to teach because of an incident in my past. I only plane to teach a year more. Maybe more, if I grow to like having my own than expected. I already have a degree in engineering, and my father already has a position at his company for me if this doesn't work out. But I feel I like I need to do this. The incident changed me, and I plan to follow whatever fate decided for me. Unless I get reincarnated into some villainess in an otome. If manwha has taught me anything, it's not to cross roads when trucks are near.

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A/n

So that's Ms. Santos for you. An insomniac, with an obsession with anime and wattpad. She's kinda what I imaging the type of the teacher I'd be. She's a bit oblivious to small things, but she can be observant when it comes to her class. Next chapter is when the class meets some new characters, and one of my ships blossoms. Thanks for reading! Now go to bed. You can't stay up till 1:00 am and expect to be okay in the morning. Also I've never met Horikoshi.