The Deamons We Share

Because when have nice days ever stayed nice for Shota Aizawa?

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Summary:

Being back to lessons was nice. Aizawa enjoyed it, even if his students hated it. 21st century history wasn't exactly the most exhilarating subject, but he liked to watch his students suffer a bit (in certain ways) and saying that 'it was to learn how dealing with mental health has changed over the years' was a good way to force his students into doing mind-numbing work while he got to sit back an laugh. (Silently, of course. Couldn't go letting his kids STUDENTS know he actually had emotions and wasn't just a living, human-shaped abyssal demon.)

He must have been lucky today.
'Or not', he thought as he glanced back at the unconscious student. 'Probably not.'

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Being back to lessons was nice. Aizawa enjoyed it, even if his students hated it. 21st century history wasn't exactly the most exhilarating subject, but he liked to watch his students suffer a bit (in certain ways) and saying that 'it was to learn how dealing with mental health has changed over the years' was a good way to force his students into doing mind-numbing work while he got to sit back an laugh. (Silently, of course. Couldn't go letting his kids STUDENTS know he actually had emotions and wasn't just a living, human-shaped abyssal demon.)

Being back to normal was nice. It distracted him from thinking about Midoriya's memories and the (admittedly bizarre) situation he was in. And about how he was betraying his student's trust.

"And this hand-written recount from the 21st century is good example, especially to put on your exams," Aizawa let his implicationary gaze wave across the room, meeting each student's eye. "of a primary source. It tells us not only what happened from a first-person account at the time," the man droned on, watching the teens takes notes of each of his words as he let his mouth and vocal cords flex to repeat the information drilled into his brain from the past 5 years of teaching at UA. "but also of what type of materials certain groups of people used, and how the viewpoint of the events occurring changed depending on where in the world they were— both status, political, money, or otherwise, and the actually geographical place they were. Can anyone give me an example of a place that would have a more starkingly different expe—"

Aizawa tapped his foot, thick-soled black boots making an abnormally loud echo against the blue floors in the stale silence. Sleep was logical— Midoriya was not, when it came to his health (mental, physical or otherwise).

Aizawa, rubbing his nose in a vain attempt to ease his everlasting headache (he wonders sometimes if that was the result of some quirk hitting him and him just not noticing, though it must have been when he was much younger, because the present Shota would not be so illogical as to miss something like that), turned slightly and slowly, breaths intaking from his students, to glare at the problem child— children, as Sero was now doing his best to (un)subtlety 'nudge' (if nudge meant bludgeily probing someone with very thick, very square (and probably very heavy) tape-dispenser elbows) and wake Midoriya up.

"Midoriya, hey, dude." He hissed, not having noticed Aizawa and the rest of the classes' gaze on him and the greenette. "Wake up! Aizawa's gonna have your head if ya don't focus up!" Glancing up, Sero made eye contact with his teacher, and Shota couldn't help the slight twitch of his lips that came with the utter fear and devastation that seeped into Sero's eyes.

"Midoriya." The boy did not stir. God, he must have stayed up very late last night; Shota just hoped that whatever he was doing, it would be worth the detention he was 100% going to get. "Midoriya, wake up. It's disrespectful, not to mention illogical, to take a nap during my class— or any teacher's class for that matter." Still, though, he didn't move, not even a twitch of his ears or a flick of an eye lash that Shota would have assumed would come from his quirk and his requirement for constant vigilance needed to be a hero even when asleep.