MHA Stories i find on Ao3

Hello, Senpai!

By: FAeQueenInu

Class had only just started, and Uraraka tensed as the numb feeling of dread washed over her.

The man standing before them, their teacher,  had this look of utter apathy on his face as he stood behind his desk,  slipping off his garish yellow monstrosity of a sleeping bag. No one dared to make a sound as he spoke, his voice as bland as the expression on his face.

"My name is Shouta Aizawa, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the year." The dread rocketed up her tension, and she knew   others in the room were feeling the same. At least, the ones who  recognized the name from the whispers traveling around the school as  they arrived this morning.

Their homeroom teacher had a reputation.

And judging by the knowing glint in his eyes as he recognized the clear tension in the room, he was very well aware of it.

"Good  to see that some of you already know what to expect from me. That means  I don't have to sugarcoat this," he drawled, looking more amused the  more people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "To confirm some of  rumors you undoubtedly heard, yes, I do have a reputation for expelling  students, and I do have the highest expulsion rate of any other teacher  at UA. No, I do not have the patience to deal with any students I determine to have zero potential. And yes..."

An  eerie smirk crossed his face, and Uraraka could barely stop herself  from leaning back away from the man. "I did, in fact, expel a majority  of my homeroom class last year. And no, I will not hesitate to do it  again if I see fit."

The silence finally broke, with gasps of  shock and mutters of disbelief scattering around the room as everyone  worked themselves up into a panicked frenzy. One boy, one that Uraraka  had noticed eyeing the girls a little too closely and had overheard from  taller girl with a ponytail had made inappropriate grabs at her before  class, suddenly shot up from his seat, standing on his chair as he cried  out, "You can't do that! It's not fair-"

" Sit. Down . " Silence reigned once again, and she swore their teacher's red eyes were glowing as he spoke. "Here at UA, you will find that we do not conform to typical school teaching practices and policies. In my class, I have the leeway to teach as I see fit, and anyone I deem to have zero potential is immediately recommended for expulsion."

"Why?"  The question slips out before she can stop it, and she jolts when the  teacher's gaze snaps to her. She does not cower though, taking a deep  breath as she elaborates. "Why would you decide someone has zero  potential?..."

He stares at her, seeming to assess her, as if he  were deciding whether or not to give her an answer. Then, he bluntly  states, "Because you are training to be heroes. This isn't a career to  be taken lightly. Your potential could be the difference between life or  death ." A pause, letting the words, the meaning sink in. "I am here to teach you, not send you to an early grave. I will not accept anything less."

And  despite the harshness behind his words, Uraraka found the tension in  her shoulders finally easing. This was not an act of cruelty on his  part: his words, his coldness, his harsh reality were all coming from a  place of genuine care . Because they were in  heroics. They were all signing on for a dangerous career, a career where  one wrong move, the wrong decision, even just being slightly  underprepared could lead to their or a citizen's demise.

And while  she couldn't quite smile, she found herself slowly nodding, a small bit  of warmth settling in her heart knowing that no matter what their  teacher threw at them, some part of him did truly care for them.