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𝓘𝔃𝓾𝓴𝓾 𝔂𝓪𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼 he marked his students' papers, running fingers through his green hair.

"Midoriya."

Izuku turned around to see his old teacher, Shota Aizawa, standing behind him.

"Yes, Aizawa-Sensei?" He smiled, putting his pen down.

"Bakugo's going to visit today. Helping you teach the class." He explained.

Izuku's eyes widened, and he smiled a little. "Oh, really? That's great!"

Their relationship had gotten better overtime, but he still wouldn't forgive Katsuki for blushing at you.

"Yeah. Coffee?" Shota asked.

Izuku nodded. "Coffee."

The two teachers got their coffee and walked the school hallways.

"Hey, Aizawa-Sensei, I've been working for, what, two years now?" He started. "Will I have enough money to travel to the UK?"

Shota's eyes widened a little. "'UK'? That's far, Midoriya. But, being a teacher in the Hero Course pays better than most, so, yeah."

The greenette felt his body fill up with pure ecstasy and excitement, his eyes lighting up eerily.

"Midoriya..." Shota looked down at his ex-student weirdly. "Are you OK...?"

"I feel absolutely ecstatic, Sensei!" Izuku chuckled, finishing his coffee and leaving his mug on top of a janitor's closet. "When's Kacchan coming?"

"Uh... 20 minutes...?" He murmured, watching his colleague worriedly.

"Great! See you!" He yelled, running off.

He immediately raced to the teachers' lounge and grabbed his phone. Rising Pro-Hero, Flowering Hero: Sakura-chan, watched her colleague.

"Deku-san, who are you texting?" She asked in her sickening sweet voice.

"Shut up and mind your own business, Harumi-san." He snapped, intent on calling you.

Sakura Harumi's eyes widened in shock. "That's not very nice, Deku-sa—"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?!" He demanded, sending her an eerie look.

He clicked your icon, not waiting for Sakura's reaction.

"Pick up, pick up, babe..." he murmured.

Sakura heard the word 'babe', and her expression darkened. Did he already have a girlfriend? If so, who was it? The Number Fifteen, Uravity, maybe?

Unfortunately, you didn't pick up. Whenever you ignored or declined his calls or answered texts a little too late, he wanted to throw something.

So, he did. He threw a mug at the wall, shrieking, "Fuck her!"

"Deku-san!" Sakura screeched, thanking the Gods that the lounge was soundproof. "What the hell's wrong with you?!"

"Fuck off, Harumi-san." He whispered dangerously as he walked out the lounge.

Sakura frowned, watching him slam the door. Great. Now I have to clean it up.

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After a short talk with a student, Izuku headed towards the entrance, where he saw a certain ash-blonde.