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Y/N wasn't really sure how she managed to get her first week over with. She had spent her first day trying to gauge just what might tick off her homeroom teacher. But it was pretty hard to read Mr. Aizawa. The thing was that he didn't have that much experience teaching, meaning he would probably be very flexible in his approach to dealing with bullshit. This might be really fun.

Y/N noticed that he seemed to be really, really tired all the damn time. She wasn't sure why he was so tired, but it was getting obnoxious. He was often starting to sleep in class while they were doing some sort of assignment. Y/N was sure that she'd be able to use this against him somehow. She wondered what the hell he was doing that made him so tired all the damn time - maybe he was still working part-time as a hero or something. Maybe he had a girlfriend that kept him up at night. Or maybe that was just what he looked like all the time. Who knew?

Either way, it was not that easy to try and figure out Aizawa. He seemed to be a pretty private person and after the first day or two Y/N's workload was starting to pick up and she was busy doing homework and training. Where she had been top of the class with the amount of effort she made in her old school it just made her somewhat mediocre in U.A. And if she was honest, that was really scratching her ego. And that meant that she was even less motivated to go to class or do her homework. Still, she was in her observation period, before she could go and mess around. She couldn't afford just staying at home yet. But the temptation was there.

Y/N found it super difficult to integrate with the rest of her classmates. Most of them were just insanely committed to this whole career which probably made sense considering that they were going to U.A. There were only very few that seemed to feel like there should be some downtime to relax or have fun and Y/N wondered why she ever thought she would have fit in here. If she had gone to school here for real, she would have absolutely hated it. It was too much - too much stress, too strict, too demanding. It felt like she had dived straight into hell.

After about a week she was dragging herself into school for the Saturday morning - because of course U.A. had school on Saturday mornings. Her entire body was in pain, because she was training all the damn time and she wasn't used to that much physical activity anymore. This whole thing was really hard work. She also had barely slept, because she was busy doing homework all the damn time. She had actually fallen asleep on her homework on Friday hoping to get it finished in time to maybe go out for a few drinks, but that proved to be hopeless.

She woke up at five in the morning, her head resting on her books and a half-finished essay (okay, half-finished was an exaggeration, she had barely started it). That essay was due right now and there had been no time to finish it whatsoever. Y/N just sighed and decided to give up and have a shower instead, so she could get dressed in her school uniform and get this stupid day over with.

So she made her way to school, realising that she looked like she had pulled three all nighters in a row and was hungover as well. It didn't really matter. She was just going to school, no one would care whether she looked like shit or not. Everyone was way too concerned with being a perfect little hero, anyway. She made her way along the hallway and to her classroom, dragging herself to her desk and slumping down in her chair. God, she really needed to sleep.

"Man, Y/N, you really look like shit today." she heard someone next to her say. Y/N glanced over and saw her classmate sitting next to her. She didn't even know what his name was... Shizuka or something? She had no idea whatsoever. She had been sitting next to this guy for the last week and she had no idea what his name was. Not that she needed to know, because she wasn't going to be here for much longer. She still had to get expelled from U.A. Everyone would be so proud of her.

"I know." she just muttered.

"Are you okay? You really don't look so good." he said to her.

"I'm fine, I just need some more sleep. I kinda stayed up late to finish homework." Y/N replied. Her classmate raised his eyebrows at her.

"And? Did you finish it?" he wanted to know. Y/N held up the piece of paper that had her assignment on it - or rather the few words she had written for it. It was pretty pathetic, she had to admit that herself.

"You think that'll do?" she asked, not even sure whether she was serious or not at this point. She just wanted to get expelled, so she could go back to lying in her bed at home, wondering how long it would take for her to die. She was just tired of everything. Not just of all this school bullshit, but just everything.

When she was at home everyone was expecting things of her and wanted her to do stuff and all she wanted was just to relax for a little while, figure out what it was that she actually wanted to do, but if she did that, everyone else was constantly on her back about her finding a job and making herself useful and not wasting her life away and all of that. Why did she have to be productive to be of any worth? At some point all that pressure became so crippling that Y/N was too tired to even get out of bed most of the time. She had no idea how other people dealt with this.

"Uhm... No. No, it won't. Not at all." her classmate told her, but then the door opened and Mr. Aizawa came in. Everyone got up immediately, greeting him and sitting down again with Y/N a few seconds behind everyone else, because she just wasn't used to this anymore and because she was too tired to even realise what was going on. So the assignment wasn't going to do. Well, that was tough. It was the only thing she had and she didn't have time to write more. She'd just hand that in and see what would happen.

"Alright, you all had assignments due today, so if everyone could hand them in except... Y/N. I'd like you to read your assignment to the class." he said, waiting for everyone to collect the papers they had written. Y/N sighed and raised her hand. Aizawa saw it, frowned at her and decided to ignore her until the rest of the class had settled down again, before looking back at her.

"Y/N... was there something you wanted to say?" he asked.

"I didn't do it. Well, I did do it, but I... uhm... I have three sentences." she answered. Aizawa sighed, trying to hide the disappointment on his face, but it didn't really work. Y/N could hear people behind her whispering about it.

"And why did you not finish your assignment, Y/N? Do you have a good explanation for that?" he wanted to know.

"I tried to do it last night. Fell asleep. Woke up this morning and this was all I had. Sorry, but I was a little too overworked to get this done on time. What I got done last night is what I have right now. Take it or leave it." she told him. Aizawa honestly looked like he was about to pop a vein.

"You didn't do it because you left it until the last minute and then you were too tired?" he asked again.

"Yup."

Y/N honestly couldn't care less what he was going to do. She wasn't going to do this. She couldn't. This was way too much work for just high school. It didn't even relate that much to being a hero, so why did he make them all do this? No matter what he was going to say, Y/N wasn't going to do it.

"Right, Y/N, you'll be writing this essay, but with an extra 1000 words. I want it on my desk by Monday and I don't want to have to remind you of that. Is that clear?" he wanted to know. Y/N shrugged.

"Glass clear, but I'm not going to do it."

"There will be consequences if you don't do it."

Okay then. Whatever. The consequences really don't matter to me whatsoever.