A weird combo(Aizawa x Yamada)

5

The morning passed in a blur as Aizawa settled into his classroom. The usual cacophony of students greeted him—some half-asleep, others buzzing with energy. As always, Class 1-A was a mix of chaos and talent.

“Alright, settle down,” Aizawa said, his voice low but commanding as he leaned against his desk. “We’ve got a lot to cover today. No nonsense.”

Kirishima raised his hand, grinning. “Sensei, isn’t all hero work a little nonsense?”

The room erupted in laughter, with Kaminari adding, “Yeah, especially when you’ve got Bakugo yelling at everyone!”

“What was that, dunce face?” Bakugo growled, sparks flying from his hands.

Aizawa activated his Quirk just long enough to silence Bakugo’s explosions. “Save it for training,” he said, his tone sharp but calm. “Now, open your notebooks. Today we’re going over crisis containment strategies.”

The class settled down, though occasional murmurs and giggles rippled through the group. Aizawa sighed but felt a small flicker of satisfaction. They were a handful, but they were his handful.

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Meanwhile, in the General Studies wing, Hizashi was in his element. His voice boomed through the classroom as he paced energetically at the front, gesturing wildly.

“Alright, class, listen up! Today we’re talking about hero branding and how to make your mark! Your slogan, your costume, your whole vibe—it all matters!”

A student raised their hand. “Mr. Yamada, is it true that your slogan was once voted ‘most annoying catchphrase’?”

The room burst into laughter, and Hizashi clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch! That hurts, kid! But hey, if they’re talking about it, it’s working, right?” He grinned, leaning against his desk. “Now, let’s see your ideas for hero slogans. Impress me!”

The students eagerly dove into the assignment, their desks buzzing with creativity. Hizashi made his way around the room, offering encouragement and the occasional exaggerated gasp of amazement at their ideas.

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Back in Class 1-A, the lesson had transitioned to practical exercises. Aizawa stood on the sidelines of the training field, arms crossed as he observed the students tackle a simulated rescue mission.

“Midoriya, focus on communication. You can’t do everything yourself,” he called out.

“Yes, Sensei!” Midoriya replied, adjusting his strategy.

“Bakugo, less yelling, more teamwork.”

“Tch, whatever,” Bakugo muttered, but he followed the instructions, albeit begrudgingly.

Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a sliver of pride as the students adapted and improved. They still had a long way to go, but they were making progress.

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As the day wound down, the bell signaling the end of classes rang out. Aizawa stifled a yawn as he gathered his notes and walked back to the teachers lounge.
Cementoss, who had been quietly grading papers, finally looked up. “Speaking of interesting, anyone else notice how the students seem extra energetic today? I caught a group in the hallway debating which teacher would win in an arm-wrestling contest.”

“Me, obviously,” Midnight declared, flexing her arm.

Hizashi laughed. “Sorry, Nemuri, but I think I’ve got the edge. Have you seen these guns?” He struck a pose, pretending to show off nonexistent biceps.