Izuku: Variety

Buttowski is on the Scene

*Brrpt! Brrpt! Brrpt!*

*Click*

"Hell-"

"Marry me!"

"No."

*Beep*

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Shota Aizawa, hero name Eraserhead, heaves a heavy sigh full of annoyance as he reluctantly answers the phone again. "What do you want, Emi? And if you say something about marriage again I'm blocking your number for a month."

A small smirk grows on his face as he decides to mess with his long-time acquaintance. "Now that I think of it, why haven't I done that already? It would definitely help with my sleep."

"WAIT!" Emi Fukukado, hero name: Ms Joke, shouts. Luckily Aizawa knows how she is and had already pulled the phone away from his ear. "I need you to babysit my niece for a day!"

"Why would I do that? I'm busy...whatever day she needs to be watched."

"Lies! Well I need you to watch her on a school day so you will be busy- but you didn't know that! If it had been the weekend then all you would have been doing is sleeping!"

"Exactly. I'll have you know that sleeping is a very time consuming activity. In fact, I do it whenever I have a break from either of my jobs and it's still not enough."

Joke heaves a sigh over the phone. "Yeah, yeah. Anyways, I figured that you could use my niece's presence as a teaching opportunity for your students!"

The way she says it speaks to the side of him that enjoys throwing surprising and unusual situations at his students to see how they react. He still remembers when he'd asked Lunch Rush to put a slice of chocolate cake on each student's desk. The entire day he acted like they weren't there, and they were all too scared to ask about them, or even touch them!

All until Kaminari screamed, "YOLO" and shoved the entire thing in his mouth before running out the door. After a few seconds of staring, Aizawa had just shaken his head and finished the lesson, causing the students to start praying for the electric boy.

It wasn't until the end of class that Midoriya managed to work up the nerve to ask about them. So Aizawa had looked him in the eye for a solid minute without bothering to blink. Then told him that they'd find out once they ate them, but were forbidden from leaving the room until they were. Then he walked out.

He'd come into class the next day to find five students knocked out, four tied up in Sero's tape, and the rest hiding in a barricade made of the desks in the corner of the room while staring at the cakes that were piled up on his podium.

Sometimes, he really wonders whether his class had truly survived multiple life-threatening situations through skill, or if they only survived on pure luck.

Apparently the students had thought it was some kind of trap, which it was. Just not how they explained it to him. They'd thought he'd drugged the cakes, or something along those lines that would require sending them to Recovery Girl to be fixed. Then someone had suggested that he was testing their analytical skills. It eventually snowballed into some of their classmates having been replaced by robots, and only they could eat the cakes, which they thought was supported by how Aizawa allowed Kaminari to run away from class.

At their expectant looks, clearly hoping for an explanation, he sighed. "The cakes were to celebrate the fact that you lot managed to avoid getting involved with any major incidents for more than a month."