Enter; The Beginners Guide To Faking Your Death

The Rusty Kangaroo

His car hummed aggressively in the parking lot. It wasn't an amazing car, yet it was enough to get him from Masutafu to Hosu and back. It was an hour and a half drive in total, and next time he'll remind himself to take the train next time. It'll save gas money and he's sure it'll be faster.

He gazed up at the school, taking in the grime and damage on the outside of the school. It was beyond appalling. The brick walls were covered in dirt and other atrocities students and passersby had left on the walls. Some of the lights meant to keep the school out of the twilight were falling from their sockets. Birds and wasps had found their home inside. The garbage cans were overflowing with trash, making a huge pile around it. Even the plants were depressed, with some of the bushes standing shamefully near dead ones.

Some of the windows were boarded up with iron bars, and some of the windows on the top floor still had opaque glass so prisoners couldn't see out. The front gates were torn down and never repaired, leaving bricks broken in half by the front.

Aizawa begrudgingly escaped the safety of the car and gazed upon the mess he stared at. An old prison turned into a school as if schools weren't already jail-like.

The front doors were taped together, as there was a huge hole in one of the glass doors. Most of the door was metal, but the small glass windows were broken, and nearly falling apart. If it weren't for the tape and the mesh in between the panes of glass there wouldn't be glass.

"Oh, hey!" Someone had shouted from behind the door. "Be careful with the left door! It'll break off."

He stood there as the woman ran up to the right door and pushed it open for him. She beamed kindly at him and shifted out of the way so he could walk in.

"Thanks."

"You're the new teacher, right?" She tilted her head at him. She was overly kind and felt as if there was overpleasing coming from her. Not the type where it was flirtatious, but more of trying to convince him of something. Maybe it was the overwhelming need for more staff that forced her tone.

"Yeah, I am. My name is Shota Aizawa." He introduced himself, figuring it was the most natural progression of the conversation.

"Nice to meet you Aizawa, I'm Keiko Teranishi." She introduced herself with a forced smile.

She guided him to the main office, which seemed like the security room for wardens. He walked in, holding his bag on his shoulder tightly.

The people inside shouted back and forth from behind the doors which held cubicle-like rooms. She knocked on a door and introduced him, before scurrying off with the excuse of "having work to do".

"OK, you're Aizawa, right?" She tilted her head to him nonchalantly.

"Yes, I am." He tried loosening up his brows so he didn't look as upset despite actually being so.

"Do you have an ID?" She asked, crossing her legs and staring at him with a disgusted face.

"Yeah, I do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, which was a wallet he had received from U.A. when he first got his school ID as a first-year.

He handed off the first ID he could grab, and the one that was already first on display because of his career. The ID lay in her hands for a few seconds as her face scrunched more.

"Is there something wrong?" He questioned.

"You're a hero?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm assuming you're not a popular one if you're a teacher as well." She scoffed and handed back the card. He didn't say a word as he shoved it back into his wallet.