What is there to lose? -Doukaza in MHA

The beginning?

FINALLY 

the MHA plot starts... 

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Akaza- 3rd person

Akaza banged his head on the desk for the 100th time today, which he may call a record. Today, like every other Monday, was boring, tiring, and worse than fucking hell and that was coming from an ex-demon. He could hear the humming from across the room where Douma sat. Akaza could see him drawing something on the paper they were doing. English, he told himself, we are in English class. Personally, he could speak and read English just fine and he definitely didn't need a shitty teacher to reteach him. Akaza closed his eyes, blocking any weird conversations he could hear from other students in the class and from other classes. He focused on Douma's humming, the smooth rhythm of a pop song Douma had stuck in his head was like heaven to his poor ears. 

The teacher stands up from where he was sitting at his desk playing candy crush. A frown formed on his face as he looked around the class. 

"Now, what everyone had been waiting for all day!" He says getting the class's attention.
"You guys are all third-years now." Anger fills his expression and he bangs some rolled-up papers on the table.
"It's time to start thinking seriously about your futures!" He yells gluing everyone to his angry form. He looks around the class, taking longer glances at the top students in the class. 

Douma- Straight A's, listens well, very active in class, Teacher's pet, Strong quirk
Best in the class.

Izuku- Straight A's, listens well, Shy
2nd smartest 

Akaza- A's and B's, Stong quirk-

Is he sleeping?

The teacher's frown deepens in rage and disappointment, the class going awkwardly quiet. Most of the students follow his gaze, looking at Akaza who was peacefully sleeping. It wasn't really a surprise to see him sleeping, seeing that he does it all the time. Most teachers would have other kids wake him up, yet the first week into school and they learned that it was practically impossible. Any sort of noise would be ignored and most kids wouldn't touch him. Seeing after the first week a kid slapped him with a book and he woke up instantly, beating the shit out of that kid in front of the whole class. No one ever bothered him after that, sleeping or awake. 

Except Douma. 

The teacher walked over to Akaza, holding the rolled-up paper in his hand like a weapon and aiming for Akaza's head. Akaza dodged, sitting in a normal position and glaring at the teacher. The room got quite cold after that, either from the anger that radiated from a tired Akaza or from Douma who stared out the window. 

"Now I would hand out these future career forms... BUT I KNOW YOU ALL WANT TO BE HEROES!" He yells across the room throwing the papers in the air. It took the class a few seconds to understand what he said before they erupted in chaos. Quirks activate as the chaos continues on. Akaza grones from where he sat on the desk, his ears didn't feel so good and he didn't get a chance to numb them before all the noise started. He could feel his tiredness creep back up on him, should have just eaten the crappy food they gave me for breakfast. He hated being this tired, this weak, what if Douma got hurt again? More doubt crept up on him, creeping into his mind and invading his thoughts like parasites.  

Then the explosive one started yelling, the room goes quiet as he brags to everyone how cool he is. As much as Akaza did hate his guts the dog was good entertainment. It distracted him from losing his mind in this chaos when Douma wasn't there. Guess it was an annoying blonde thing. Akaza tuned the yelling back in, immediately getting annoyed.