Chapter 2

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Aizawa walked as quickly as he could to the staff room. He was still in shock from the phone call.
They couldn't really fire him, could they?  He wiped away a stray tear with his shaking hand before barging into the staff room.  Everyone immediately looked up at him.

"Where's that fucking rat?" He asked, looking around.
"Are you alright, Aizawa-kun?" All Might asked.
"I-" He didn't know what to say.
Luckily, at that moment, Principal Nezu walked in. "Ah, Aizawa, I've been looking for you." He said.
"So have I. Are you going to explain the phone call I just received?"
Hizashi and Nemuri looked at each other. "Should we go? I don't want to intrude-"Midnight said. "No. This involves you all, I guess..."Nezu said, sitting on the sofa.
"Aizawa, that was the Hero Commision who called you-"
Aizawa cut him off. "They're lying aren't they? They can't... They wouldn't... right?" He asked, starting to panic.
"I'm afraid what they said is true. You are no longer a UA teacher."

"WHAT?!" Midnight shouted. All the teachers spoke over each other, equally confused.
Nezu raised a paw, signalling for them to stop. The room fell silent.
"The hero commission has fired you, Aizawa. They believe you have been too reckless with your students, allowing them to get into life threatening situations."
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Midnight yelled angrily.
"I'm afraid this is very much true." Nezu states.
"T-there has to be something you can do..." Aizawa starts
"I'm sorry, Shouta. I tried everything in my power but they're the hero commission. There's nothing I can do. I suggest you gather your things and leave before the media finds out." Nezu said, a sad expression on his face.
"Y-yeah, it's fine... I get it."  He says.

"Aizawa, I-I'm so sorry..."  All Might starts
"It's not your fault, Toshinori."  Aizawa says, gathering the things from his desk. He pauses, looking at the photo of his class.
"I- I should probably tell the kids before I leave" He says sadly.
"Do you want me to come with you, Sho?" Hizashi asks, squeezing his shoulder.
"No, it's fine..." He pauses for a second. "Just take this to my car, will you?" He asks, gesturing to the box of stuff on his desk.
"Course I will, Sho!"  Hizashi says, picking up the box.
Aizawa smiles sadly, before walking out the door. This will be the hardest conversation he has ever had.

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