The Pied Piper of Musutafu

Tricks

This class was clever, using their quirks to enhance their physical skills, especially the ones who didn't have a physical quirk like Creation, Invisibility and Brainwashing. 

Amahiko watched and recorded, only stopping when Shouta returned without Bakugou. 

"Alright. Here's the summary." 

Izuku had placed 6th, a fact that he seemed in awe of. 

"Mineta. Your expelled." Aizawa said, not looking up from his phone.

"What? I didn't get last place, though!" 

"Hagakure didn't make crude comments whenever one of the girls was up though." Amahiko said, terrifying grin on his face. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" 

Mineta continued to protest until Amahiko groaned and the nasty grape boy vanished in a flash of light. 

"Thank you Amahiko." Aizawa said. "Consider this a warning. Any discrimination, be it quirkist, sexist, or anything similar will result in immediate expulsion either to Gen Ed or from U.A entirely." 

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As soon as class had been dismissed Amahiko commandeered Mineta's seat, dragging it over to the front of the classroom, sprayed it down with Lysol, turned it blue, green and gold with a flash of golden eyes, put his name in 6 different languages on the back in sharpie, added a footrest, drink holder and seat warmer, made the back recline, added a headrest and called it a day. 

Shouta stole it the moment he got up. 

Luckily it had an electric function, so this new arrangement didn't last long. 

Shouta shot him a red eyed glare that did nothing but amuse the god as he reclaimed his seat. 

Shouta got his revenge, however, by putting a massive stack of papers on Amahiko's new desk, entrance papers from Shouta's Ethics class. 

"You're my teaching assistant." The younger man said with a shit eating grin. "Assist." 

"See if I drag you out of a dumpster at two in the morning again." Amahiko muttered, thankful for the answer key. 

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"Excuse me? What are your thoughts on All Might teaching at U.A?" 

Amahiko, disguised as civilian old man, grinned.

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Shouta glared. "Really?" 

Amahiko cackled, watching the completion of his 20 some interviews, each with a new disguise and increasingly outlandish and strange thoughts on U.A's newest staff.

"People are going to start looking for All Might's secret….everything, now." 

"And it will be hilarious." 

"Was the booty call on live TV disguised as an 95 year old man neccesary?" 

Amahiko cackled. 

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As soon as Iilda had finished his freak out over Amahiko's chair, Shouta started class with an election, which ended with Yaoyorozu as Class President and Asui as Vice. They would do good. Yaoyorozu was clever and Amahiko was rapidly becoming convinced Asui was the only one who wouldn't need common sense beaten into her head.

Meanwhile, the compilation had gone viral and the entire school was trying to figure out who had a shape-shifting quirk and had decided to spend their morning relentlessly trolling the 30 reporters just outside the gates. 

Denki lost it when an older black haired woman sang "Hello from the other side!" While standing on the other side of the gates and vanishing, immediately followed by a blonde boy barely 6 told the reporter "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy". 

"This guy is great!" Kaminari said. "Hey, Amahiko-sensei! Do you know who the guy trolling the reporters this morning is?" 

"Yeah." Amahiko said, not stopping and leaving chaos in his wake.

Snipe looked up when Amahiko entered the teachers lounge. "Was this you?" 

"Can't prove shit." Amahiko automatically said. "Wait? What are we talking about?" 

Snipe flipped around the phone to show Amahiko disguised as a full on unicorn with rainbow main and shimmering horn trying to convince the reporter that Freindship was the answer to everything in a deep male voice. 

"Oh yeah, totally." 

Aizawa groaned as Present Mic lost his shit. 

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There was a nudge from Shouta, a plea for help. 

Amahiko looked out the window to see that the reporters had somehow broken down the gate. 

A wave of Mist flew out, wrapping around the grounds, urging people to leave the grounds. 

Hizashi, having been guarding the front door with Shouta, took a step forward, expression dazed, but his husband, far more resistant to the Mist grabbed his hand, snapping him out of it. 

Thanks. 

No problem.