Chapter 27: new teacher..?

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Warning: sexual assault, pedophile, death

??? PoV

It's the first day of school after the Christmas holiday. I start my substitute job as a teacher at UA, I'm technically not meant to be here I'm meant to be in prison. I've just started working for a organised crime company, I think. Not too sure about what it is but they gave me fake credentials so I could get this job. I used to be a teacher before I was convicted. It was also a part of why I was arrested- sexual assault and grooming of students I taught. I actually didn't tell the company I work for now, they didn't recognise my name though. If I did tell them they probably wouldn't allow me to go to a school full of children.

I finish getting dressed and head out, before I leave I make sure I have the drug. It's nothing too fancy just a drug strong enough to take down a horse. After class I'll make sure itsuki akidio stays behind for extra 'training', I'll take him to the locker rooms, give him a drink that contains the drug and then wait. My only goal is to keep him alive and take him to my boss, doesn't matter if he's injured. I suppose that means when he passes out I can do whatever I want.

I have to meet principal nezu in his office before the classes start. He's just going to give me a tour, some cover work to do and walk me through drills in case anything happens.

Izuku midoria pov
I dont have a good feeling today. I feel...off. It's like something is going to happen, something bad. Shoto got sick yesterday and he still is so he's staying here today. I try to brush off the sick feeling and go about my normal routine, before I leave I give Shoto some breakfast in a plastic comtainer. When I open the door to my class the sick feeling gets worse.

Nezu: "ah, akidio this is your substitute teacher until Aizawa returns from his mission, I would've asked other hero's but their schedules are full. This is ketsu tako."

No it's not, fake name.

What was that?  The whisper in my ear. Isaiah or ace probably.

Izuku: it's nice to meet you sir.

The school day continues as normal the substitute does the lessons shota would normally do with us, same training, things like that. It's almost time to leave, I figured I just caught the cold from Shoto which is why I felt sick and ace or Isaiah was probably playing a prank on me. Well if that was them. It didn't sound like either of them. The bell for the end of the day rings, he dismissed everyone....apart from me.

Tako: "akidio, please stay behind, Aizawa passed on some information including extra training for you. Wait here." Everyone leaves the class, it's not suspicious. Almost everyday at least one person gets held back to do extra training or go over things they're struggling with in class. He closes the door. "Now. Speak. Don't write. We are going to the changing rooms so I can walk you over what we are going to do today. It is a subject that requires communication, that's why I thought the changing rooms would be the best option to get started in. It's less likely that anyone would hear us talking which will help with your confidence."

Izuku: "yes sir. May I go to the bathroom first?" He nods and I leave the room, he follows me.

Tako: "I'll wait outside for you". I rush into one of the stalls. I get another vision. He's going to drug the drink he'll give me. His quirk is like shotas, he can take most of my power for himself temporarily. I can't stop what's going to happen but i can try. I get out my phone and start recording. I stick it in my front pocket, I make sure it's poking out enough so the camera can still catch everything. I head back out. We go to the changing rooms.

Tako: "don't worry you don't need to get changed, it's just going to be some basic communication skills. Here I'll make some tea, we will be doing a bit of yelling so it will soothe your throat." He takes a flask out his bag and pours it into a tea cup. "Here" I take it but drop the cup making it seem like I dropped it on accident.

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