when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "he kinda looks like aizawa."
"hey, did you watch the news last night?" hagakure asks curiously. ojiro nods, a sound of agreement escaping him. "did you see how everyone in class was on-screen for a second? i didn't stand out at all..." she says, sounding dejected. "that's true." shoji responds, and ojiro laughs nervously. "it's hard to stand out looking like that, huh?" he says curiously, sweatdropping.
kaminari leans back in his chair, talking to both jirou and kirishima. "but man, all the channels made a big deal out of it." he says, and kirishima pipes up in agreement. "i was surprised." jirou checks her nails sassily. she's pretty cute making that face. "can you blame them? the hero course that keeps pumping out pro heroes was attacked." sero leans on his arms, resting them on his desk as he speaks up from behind jirou. "who knows what would've happened if the teachers hadn't come when they did." mineta pipes up with tears in his eyes. "stop that, sero! just thinking about it is making me wet myself--" he cries out, and bakugo cuts him off.
"shut up! be quiet, scum!" he yells, and he's defenseless to the abusive pinch you provide to the back of his neck from where your desk lies behind him. "ahhh!" he cries out in pain. "i said, shut up!" bakugo yells again, and mineta is practically crying.
"but man, all might was great. he pushed back those crazy strong villains." the class has learned to ignore bakugo's antics, as well as turn a blind eye to any violence brought upon the pervert. you see, tsuyu had told all the girls about the incident with mineta grabbing her breasts when you all returned from the usj and yaomomo brought it to iida since he was the class rep. this left everyone aware of the little grape's gross tendencies, and left everyone with a moral compass willing to pay no mind to any abuse directed at him.
"yes, his strength is worth wondering at." tokoyami agrees, speaking far too fancily for anyone's liking.
iida comes sprinting into class after, bellowing loudly. luckily, your corruption resetting meant his loudness was much less bothersome to you now. you turn your attention to him. "everyone! morning homeroom is about to start! stop talking and take your seats!" he advises, standing in front of the teachers podium with both arms extended. you giggle softly at the way the class stares at him. "we're already in our seats." kirishima mutters. "yeah, you're the only one standing." sero adds.
iida sits down in his seat, trembling a bit. "dang it...!" uraraka laughs softly. "don't sweat it."
"hey, tsu!" mina asks, leaning back in her chair to talk with tsuyu. her chair nearly falls and tsuyu holds it from behind to keep her upright. she laughs as tsuyu steadies her. "so who do you thinks gonna teach class today?" mina asks, tsuyu puts a finger to her chin in thought. "no idea. mister aizawa's still in the hospital recovering from his injuries."
if only.
he's such an idiot.
the classroom door slides open on cue, and in through it steps the main character of the mummy. "morning class." his voice is muffled by the bandages, but you're already used to that given that you live with him.
