Deku as Nagisa Mha x AC

Chapter 4

Izuku Midoriya thought he led a relatively normal life. Sure, he'd been demoted to E-Class, then pulled his grades up, had the best teacher ever, killed that teacher, went to space, fought a few enemies, and even saved Earth from obliteration.

...Okay, maybe his life wasn't that normal. But he cherished every moment, thanks to the lessons Korosensei had taught him: to look for growth in every experience, no matter how challenging. That's why he never regretted even the "bad" times. He'd gotten used to his strange life, so when he spotted his former English teacher—and pro assassin—standing at the front of his classroom, he was momentarily stunned.

---"BITCH-SENSEI?!"

The words slipped out before he could stop himself, and his hand shot to his mouth, embarrassment flooding over him. Why did I say that out loud? Now I look like even more of a weirdo...

The room fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But only for a second, because then the classroom erupted:

"Midoriya! What kind of language is that for a teacher?!"

"W-What?! Midoriya, are you feeling okay?"

"DID THAT NERD JUST CUSS OUT A TEACHER?!"

"Midobro, that is so not manly!"

Mineta's voice piped up, "It's true! Her...assets rival Midnight-sensei's!"

Silence fell once more, everyone glaring at Mineta in disgust. Before the class could start up again, Professor Bitch snapped back, "YOU LITTLE PUNK! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO?"

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Class 1-A POV

Class 1-A stared, baffled. Midoriya was the last person anyone would expect to disrespect a teacher like that. He was usually polite, even apologetic for looking at someone the wrong way. But here he was, openly calling this teacher a name.

The woman, unfazed, stormed over to Midoriya. The class tensed, fearing the punishment he was about to receive. But then, she... hugged him?

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Izuku's POV

IMidoriya rolled his eyes, a grin creeping onto his face. "You're not really one to talk, Mrs. Jelavich," he retorted. "So, why are you here? Besides showing off your new, uh, teaching credentials?"

She crossed her arms, unimpressed. "I'm here to whip you punks into shape with English lessons, of course!"

"Fantastic," Midoriya muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he returned to his seat.

"MIDORIYA, WATCH OUT!" the class cried in unison.

He hadn't even settled when he sensed movement. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint of silver hurtling toward him. He whipped around, catching the knife effortlessly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Nice try, Professor Bitch. Did you really have to throw that in front of my class?"

Jelavich crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think you could handle it."

Midoriya shrugged, giving her a cheeky smile. "Good to know your teaching methods haven't changed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be informing Mr. Karasuma about this stunt.".

In a flash, he dashed out the door with Mrs. Jelavich hot on his heels, yelling, "GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE GOBLIN!"

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Class 1-A POV

Class 1-A could only stare in shocked silence as the bizarre scene unfolded before them. Bakugo finally broke the silence with a loud, "What the hell was that?!"

Kirishima muttered, "I have no idea, man."

Mina asked, "Is she even our English teacher?"

Momo shrugged, "She did say she was here to teach English."

As the class tried to piece together what they'd just witnessed, Todoroki spoke up, "Did you see Midoriya catch that knife like it was nothing?"

Hagakure added, "Um...YES. I'd never be able to catch something thrown that fast!"

Sero looked concerned, "Do you think she's a villain? Why else would someone throw a knife at a student?"

Tokoyami replied, "They seemed familiar with each other... They must have known each other before."

Jirou nodded, "They must've been close, too. I mean, that 'hug'..."

Mineta, predictably, added, "The things I would do to get a hug like that..."

The rest of the class rolled their eyes, disgusted. Meanwhile, Iida simply sighed in disapproval.Bakugo squinted, "I swear I've seen that woman before... but where?"

Jirou tapped her chin. "Now that you mention it, I think I've seen her on the news last year.""Did she say her name was...?"

Before anyone could continue, Izuku and Mrs. Jelavich reappeared, panting slightly. She looked irritated, while Izuku seemed smug.

"Curse Karasuma for training you brats to run so fast!" she huffed.

Izuku shrugged. "Where is he, by the way?"

"How would I know?!"

A voice from Izuku's phone cut in, loud enough for the class to hear. "SOMEONE'S COMING!"

Ritsu's voice sounded calm, but Izuku sprang to his desk, and Mrs. Jelavich strode to the board. "Apologies for the... interruption," she said, plastering on a strained smile.

"It's okay, Mrs....?" Iida prompted.

"Jelavich. With a v," she emphasized, writing it on the board in neat script.

At that moment, Principal Nezu entered the classroom. "Ah, good to see you've settled in!"

Izuku's voice, surprisingly bright, piped up, "Yes, Principal Nezu! I like her already!"

The class stared at Midoriya, baffled by his unexpected change in tone. Once Nezu left, the teacher's smile vanished. "You don't need to save my reputation, you know. I can handle myself."

Izuku scoffed, "I could've told him you were throwing knives."

"And I'm still telling Karasuma."

Kaminari snickered from the back. He was clearly enjoying the exchange.

Professor Bitch seemed to pause, then smiled mischievously, "Na—I mean, Midoriya, you're my favorite student."

Izuku's eyes narrowed. "Glad to hear it, Jelabitch."

Mrs. Jelavich rolled her eyes and began the lesson by writing on the board: you are incredible in bed

The class sweat-dropped. What kind of sentence is that?!

Eventually, the bell rang, and the students thanked Mrs. Jelavich, still unsure of what they'd witnessed. Izuku lingered, turning to her with a smirk.

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Izuku's POV

"Bitch-sensei, maybe you could've toned it down. And did you have to throw a knife?"

She rolled her eyes, filing her nails. "It's not my fault you complained about your classmates thinking you're 'cryptic.' I was just helping with the image."

"Oh, and nearly calling me the wrong name? I told you it's Izuku Midoriya now."

"Right, right," she muttered. "But I still don't understand why you changed it."

He replied, dripping sarcasm, "Oh, you know, all those people trying to kill us and such. Small things."

She shrugged. "Fair enough. Although, it sounds like Fuwa's antics haven't changed at all.""Not at all," he chuckled.

Just then, his phone buzzed, and Ritsu's face appeared on the screen. "You might want to check your messages, Nagisa." She wore a mischievous grin.

Izuku sighed. What now...