Yamada Hizashi is the most handsome man on the planet, or so he believes. So, how is such a charming man so lonely at the ripe age of 30? This is quirkless AU where there's no quirks, and Yamada is a new teacher to U.A high school. His one goal is t...
Aizawa raised an eyebrow again. What was wrong with this guy? Was he just weird, or was there something wrong with him? Aizawa stared back at the starstruck blonde. He looked like an annoying prick, Aizawa thought it best to stay away. As Aizawa finished assessing this new colleague, he straightened his posture up and left, barely uttering a goodbye. Hizashi, or whatever his name was, seemed to be surprised by this but not shocked or horrified at the audacity Aizawa had. Aizawa registered this as he glanced ahead, not realising who he was dealing with.
Aizawa dragged his feet to his classroom, Class 1A Of 10th grade/11th year. He was used to teaching these guys pretentious brats. Year after year, they believed them to be the best, just because they had gotten into the highest class of 10th grade. Then, every year, at least one student would be expelled because of their said arrogance. It'd make them lazy. It'd cause them to mess up, and Aizawa would throw them out of U.A. He's expelled 154 students in his years of teaching, and he doesn't regret it, not even once. He slumped himself down in his chair. His scowl not leaving his face, not for a second. He looks to the cold mug of coffee on his desk from some hours ago when he was grading work way before he should've been. He never finished the coffee, the new English teachers arrival interuppted him. Aizawa picked the papers, and they rustled, making the only sound in the dimly lit classroom. It was Aizawa's ideal environment since he disliked noise, it disturbed him. Aizawa exhaled happily, his posture was horrific, and his handwriting matched it. He quickly set to work grading. Less than 20 minutes later, there was a knock on his door. He looked up to the clock in a slight panic. Surely it wasn't 8 am, already?
"Heyyyy~" Aizawa's mouth twitched. He fought back a sneer. So the new guy was one of those types.
Aizawa decided to ignore Yamada. To show how little he cared for his morning visit. Maybe it'd scare him away. The newbies always try, and Aizawa always pushes them away. No one will ever make friends with his cold heart.
Yamada slid past the door and leaned against Aizawa's desk, looking over his shoulder quietly for a moment.
"How long have you been grading?" The moustached man asked.
Aizawa grunted in anoyyance. So, this new guy liked to talk.
"Come on, I'm only trying to start small talk! We are the only ones here anyway. May as well get to know you, right?"
Aizawa scoffed, "Get to know me? You'll know me in about 2 days and then you won't want to know more." Aizawa hadn't even looked up from his grading, drawing ticks and x's and wtiting short comments.
"Alright, bet listener, 50 yen?" Hizashi smiled.
Aizawa once heard this, looked up, and this man couldn't be serious. Aizawa had the unfortunate accident of being nose to nose with Hizashi. He instantly turned back. How could one be so close. He felt invaded, and he found his hair went loose, the band snapped, and his hair fell over his eyes.
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"Oh, do you need a hair tie? I have spares if you want?" Yamada mumbled.
"No. It's. It's. Fine." Aizawa blinked a bit too fast.
"Ah... Well, it's almost time for school to open, I'll leave you to it... see you at lunch break!" Yamada grinned and waved, Aizawa glanced to see this notion, watching the man carefully as he left.
He studied the way he walked, and he walked with confidence but not with arrogance or in a bragging form. Confidence. Just pure confidence. Suprise swallowed Aizawa whole. Mr. Yamada seemed like the type to breathe arrogance, the way he flaunted his arms and winked at people. The way be smirked and laughed, like everything was a joke... Aizawa's lip quivered, maybe this man was more complex then he thought.
