✔️COMPLETE
Nezu decides that Vlad King and Aizawa should swap classes for a while... And lets just say, shit goes down.
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️
1. Cursing (Blame Aizawa and Bakugou, not me)
If you don't like, don't read. Easy as that.
💣 NOTICES 💥
1. The char...
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"Yo, this teacher swap shit is wild," Midnight said. She took a sip of some dark liquid in a tall glass as she looked over to Recovery Girl.
"You telling me, it's as if Nezu was on a whole new set of drugs for letting this happen," Recovery Girl stated as she leaned back in her chair getting comfy. She had just finished cleaning and doing a bit of data entry. "But you know what, I ain't complaining though. I haven't seen broccoli boy in almost two weeks."
Midnight choked on her drink. "What? Seriously?"
Recovery Girl nodded and added, "Yeah. I haven't seen any of Class 1-A for that matter. They are usually like 90% of my workload. It probably helps not to have a psycho teach the most accident prone kids in the school." Recovery Girl looked at her wrist watch and saw there was only thirty minutes left of school. "Shhhiiittt, I might even get off early today."
Right at that moment the door opened and Aizawa walked into the room. "Yeah... I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you."
Recovery Girl looked over to him and grimaced. "What do you mean 'I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you?' What the fuck did you do Aizawa?"
Aizawa just shrugged and responded, "I come bearing gifts." He turned his head towards the open door. "Hurry the fuck up and get your mediocre asses in here!"
Many moans and screams of agony could be heard as all of Class 1-B painfully made their way into Recovery Girl's clinic. Recovery Girl and Midnight's jaws dropped at the various injuries they saw.
"Helllppp!"
"It hurts!"
"Uughhhh!"
Recovery Girl stared at the students in shock. "What the actual fuck happened!?" She shifted her gaze to meet Aizawa's. "Eraser, what the fuck did you do to these kids?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. It was just a simple training exercise," Aizawa said with a shrug before adding more quietly, "and then I dropped a building on them."
"WHAT!?!?!?" Recovery Girl yelled. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DROP A FUCKING BUILDING ON THESE KIDS?"
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "I wish you'd stop acting surprised at that. It had to be done. Breaking their bones makes them stronger." Recovery Girl just made a face at Aizawa's answer.
"No it fuckin doesn't!" Kendo exclaimed. She groaned as she stood, facing Aizawa. Her ankle looked swollen and she also had a gash on her forehead.
"Hey, look here," Aizawa said, pointing at Kendo "My least favorite child, Midoriya, has broken his bones more than any of you have sprained an ankle. I don't want to hear it. Good for Tetsutetsu for being the only one not hurt."
Tetsutestu rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. 'Fuck, I feel so guilty right now,' he thought, looking at the floor.
"Oh my fuckin god," Recovery Girl said not believing this was actually happening.
The door opened again and this time it was Midoriya. "Hey Recovery Girl," he said, limping past the door. He didn't even seem surprised to see all of Class 1B in there with Aizawa.
"What the fuck do you want?" Recovery Girl hissed through clenched teeth as she started to get supplies out.
Midoriya gulped and answered, "Um, well you see... I think I stepped on my ankle weird-"
"GET OUT!" Recovery Girl yelled, pointing at the door.
"Yep, ok." Midoriya nodded and quickly left the room.
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