Chapter 7: work

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God P.o.V

A knock appeared on his door. He shouted in response "HEY BASTARD I PAYED FOR MY PROTECTION A WEEK AGO STOP COMING BACK!". He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He hated these gangs, at this point 1/8th of his pay check went to them; the least they could do is leave him alone. The knocking persisted, the frame holding the creaking and cracking an intense rhythm being showing. It intimidated him. They hadn't done this before, did he actually pay, did they want more... was it someone else? Robbers, murders, delinquents or heroes, his mind ran in a frenzied rant. The small thought popped in his head then stuck like a pin to a board but why he hadn't done anything he lived his small life as a teacher, students loved him and he was amicable with co-workers . But something was there, a clamp holding that pin in place something from the past, a mistake he didn't remember.

He could hear the metal; of the hinges scratching together. He scrambled to the door and unlocked it swiftly trying to prevent further damages. The door was suddenly pushed over by a golden blur, staggering back in shock, he looked up to see the symbol of peace standing at his door step, a folder was thrown against the shocked teachers face. An authoritative voice spoke "We need to talk."

The man was sat against his old worn out sofa, brown stains littering the sides and the texture being that of sand. Incoherent noise played in the background, being spewed from the tv he had left on. He was currently sat with the bulky body of allmight next to him, his fingers tapping the side of his leg whilst he was waiting to be told what to do. The look on allmight's face was not that of a smile but just a blank expression, the man couldn't tell what he was feeling; whether he was angry, sad or sorry.

On his table a cheap binder was placed, it was a neon yellow with a single discernible label on the front "Findings" what it had to do with him he didn't kno-, his thought were cut off by a slow but commanding voice "Between the date ???? to ???? were you the teacher to Izuku midorya?" The man stumbled to his words in shock from the sudden question "I-I'm not answering you w-without my la-lawyer here, Do you e-even have a warrant to be here t-this is hero bru-brutality." Allmight let off a small sigh before opening the folder, pulling out a warrant and placing it in front of the teacher. "Here's your warrant, now answer the question.".

"Look I do not know what you want or why this matters, but yes I taught a student called Izuku Midorya between the date ???? and ????." A silent knot slid down the nervous mans throat, sweat pooling in his palms.

"During this said period, did you witness any types of bulling or abuse towards Izuku Midorya?" The question came as quite a shock to the small town teacher, lurching forward, his null head bent in shame, a ghost from his prideful past haunting him; a new unexplored feeling not found before, the cynical view that he held keep his demanding sympathy and empathy at a complete still hidden beneath the wrong doings of others before him. The expectance of violence in life justifying the cruel actions of others never thinking of the joy in life, only the malice others have put in front of his sad little life.

"n-n-no not any that I-I could think of." His voice stuttered, speaking lies to a pro hero was something he could of never imagined before. Rapid stokes stained Allmight's paper eating every aspect of his being; he was noting down every delicate part of him.

"During you time working at ???? school, did you witness any illegal student quirk usage and did you permit any illegal quirk usage?" A grimace formed on the teachers face, he questioned how much Allmight actually knew; the teacher fidgeted with his damp hands, bringing them up to wipe his forehead in an attempt to calm his ever increasing nerves. "During my time as a teacher I did see some students use their quirks, h-however I put an immediate stop to it!" He blurted out with urgency.

Allmight's eyebrows furrowed, he was getting somewhere "Did any of those students have a fire or explosion type quirk?" The teacher racked his brain with haste, not wanting to annoy the already seemingly already grumpy Allmight. "Why of course they were not that rare in terms of fire but I can only recall one related to explosions." Allmight leaned in slightly, his ears perked at the new piece of information. The teacher continued "Being the prodigy Katsuki Bakugo."

Allmight finished the last of his notes before swiftly standing up and leaving. He didn't pay anymore attention to the teacher than he had to not wanting to have to bother with him anymore; he had what he wanted now.

Once outside a now deflated Allmight carried his neon binder his head resting upon the crimson stained wall. Time was running out for him.



Hello author-chan back once again for what has seemed like months (because it has been) I have had 90% of this chapter done since last year but never got round to finishing it, it has been changed like 14 times until I found what seemed to be magnum opus (jk)

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