Class Swap

💣 Part Nineteen 💥

A/N: Second to last part, here we go!

"Well guys, apparently the time has come to transition back to your normal teachers. So, I'll be giving you guys back to Aizawa shortly." Vlad King announced at the beginning of class. Several groans and whines erupted from the class.

Iida sighed and stood up. "Ok... well, it has been an absolute pleas-" Iida was cut off by a cry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Kaminari ran up to the front of the class and fell down in front of Vlad King on his knees. "PLEASE! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! NOT YET! I'M NOT READY TO BE EXPECTED TO DO THINGS AGAIN!" He begged.

"Yeah, I bet neither was Class 1-B. They probably couldn't take the heat and that's why you're going back." Bakugo noted before proposing, "My offer still stands to trade Kaminari for Tetsutetsu." He shrugged as he leaned back into his chair. Bakugo had his feet propped up against the desk.

Kaminari turned around and faced Bakugo. "What the fuck?! You can't give me away! You don't own me!"

Bakugo let out a laugh. "Don't I though?"

Vlad King broke the conversation between the two students. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry but that's the final decision. Aizawa will be here shortly to take over again."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Kaminari cried out again. He sat there on the floor as the waterworks flowed from his eyes. A couple other students were also sad; however, there was one particular blonde that was overjoyed from the news.

"HALLELUJAH!"

"Thank fuckin god!"

"Yes!"

Monoma pulled out a speaker and pressed the play button. "On me everyone!" He yelled excitedly as he began a conga line.

"Da da da da da daaaaa! Da da da da da daaaaa!"

Aizawa rolled his eyes as he stared at Class 1-B. He had his arms crossed and he said in a monotone voice, "Yeah, yeah, congratulations. You get to go back to being mediocre."

Kendo shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we go back to being stress free, I don't care."

Aizawa smirked evilly which brought a shiver down Kendo's spine. "Well, let me give you some stress for the road then." He pulled out an object from his scarf.

"NO! NOT THE ROCKET LAUNCHER!" The conga line was dispersed as students ran away from the incoming rocket.

"Ungrateful," Aizawa muttered with a sigh as he shot another rocket. "Before I leave and go back to my rightful class, I'll just leave y'all with this: Remember that being a hero is not stress free. You will be faced with things that are both mentally and emotionally draining and it may seem like you can't catch a break, but you need to learn that you must keep going. While you guys are definitely weaker than 1-A, y'all still have potential to become great heroes. Just don't let the world crush you." Aizawa explained as he walked to the door. He turned back to leave them with one last message. "Good luck. This world doesn't care if you're young or old, it will try to destroy you and you just have to persevere."

"Wait... so did he do all this so we would learn that the world is out to kill us and that we should be prepared for anything and enjoy what we have because we may lose it at any moment?" Tetsutetsu asked curiously.

"Well, I guess all the tortures makes sense now... He was just trying to make sure we had a fighting chance." Kendo added. Class 1-B thought about news that they had just been given.
"SHIT! GUYS ROCKET!!!" Monoma yelled. He pushed Tetsutetsu in front of it since he could change his skin into steel. Luckily, the student morphed his skin in time.

Aizawa just smirked and drank his wine. "Y'all still need to learn to be aware of your surroundings," he said before blowing the steam coming from his rocket launcher. He finally left the class and whistled as he walked to 1-A's classroom. He nodded his head to Vlad King, whom he passed in the hallway. Vlad King's eyes widened at the sight of Aizawa's rocket launcher. He sped up a tiny bit to get to 1-B faster.

"Don't worry Vlad, they aren't dead," Aizawa said, rolling his eyes as he turned to face his co-worker.

"That right there makes me think they are," Vlad King retorted and rushed into his classroom.

Aizawa just sighed and continued on walking. Once Aizawa reached the door, he smiled. "Ah, it's good to be back." He slammed the door open and yelled, "DADDY'S HOME!" Aizawa fired three missiles at his class and laughed.

A/N: Thanks for reading!