The Burden of Time [Aizawa x OC]

- twenty three -

Meanwhile, back at UA.......

July stood at the front of the room - one hand lazily on his hip, the other still secured in a sling - as he peered down at his problematic students. Bakugo wore his famous scowl, while Todoroki looked as indifferent as ever. July wore a smirk on his face, his blood rushing with excitement for the day ahead of them.

"Okay, students... the first class of the day is..." July addressed, his voice holding a certain level of authority. His voice was as serious as ever. "Dance class."

"WHAT?" Bakugo boomed, his scowl growing deeper if it were possible. "DID I HEAR YOU CORRECTLY OLD MAN?"

Todoroki remained silent, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. July didn't even flinch. "Did I stutter?"

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME." Bakugo continued on, a vein in his forehead now throbbing. His red eyes were narrowed into slits. "THIS IS THE MOST ELITE HERO SCHOOL IN JAPAN. I'M NO DAMN BALLERINA."

"You're right," July replied, walking over to a sound system and plugging his phone in. Sure enough, classical music started playing. "A ballerina would annihilate you in stamina and agility. It would be a disgrace to the athleticism of ballerinas to have you lumped in with them."

This caused sparks to pop out of Bakugo's palms. He turned to Todoroki. "ARE YOU GOING TO LET THIS FLY? CAUSE I SURE AS HELL AIN'T."

Todoroki simply shrugged. "I'm just here to do what I have to do." He said, walking over to the Ballet Barres. He lifted his leg up and began stretching. Bakugo became dangerously silent, bigger sparks now coming from his palms.

This caused July to smile wider. "Well, Baku-GO, I would expect this exact response from someone so weak." He taunted, emphasizing the word weak. "Todo, I bet you 5000 yen that a ballerina could kick Bakugo's ass any day."

"I'm not taking a bet that I will lose." Todoroki replied in his bored tone.

"DAMN YOU ALL! I'LL SHOW YOU!" Bakugo yelled from the depths of his lungs. He ran up to the Ballet Barres and imitated the same stretches that Todoroki was just doing. July noted Bakugo's impressive flexibility, something that he had not expected coming from the uptight student.

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July led the students to UA's home economics room, complete with a kitchen and laundry amenities. He stood in front of them once more. The smirk on his face seemingly permanent. "For your second lesson, we will be learning how to make all of my favorite meals."

"WHAT?!'

"Let me finish, Party Popper." July said with authority in his voice. His eyes met Bakugo's fuming ones. "We will also be learning how to dry clean my hero outfits."

"YOU'RE FUCKING DELUSIONAL IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO DO ALL YOUR PEASANT WORK." Bakugo seethed, his arms crossed. The crackling of sparks emitting from his palms could be heard once more. He was visibly vibrating with anger.

Todoroki raised his hand. "Ballet training, though a bit odd, made sense." He said, his voice even and bored sounding. "This, however, does appear as if you are just pushing your chores on us."

"FINALLY YOU JOIN MY SIDE, ICY HOT." Bakugo threw his hands in the air. "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH TO SEE THAT THIS AMERICAN BASTARD IS A FRAUD."

This caused July to laugh - a loud, belly laugh. He was hunched over, grabbing at his stomach. A few seconds later, though, July's face was stone cold. He walked slowly over to the two young students, emanating a threatening aura. "A fraud?" He said lowly. "I have been a provisional hero since the age of 10. And unlike you two, I passed my exam on the first try." He leaned down a bit, his face level with the two students.