My Hero Academia: EMTs

Welcome to School- Welcome to Jail!

Nezu:

I sigh as I look at the 21st floor. I smell all the cleaning products and feel the new carpet touch my feet. We had started dusting, sweeping, and replacing the furnishings. I walk down the hall, looking through the windows of each potential classroom. Will I have to let go of this part of my dream again? Is that going to be the price of thoughtlessness?

To allow a child, even one like Henry, into a deal where I can force him into a combat role, what was I thinking?

Still, it would be unfortunate if these classrooms remained closed. I walk into one of the rooms and see chairs and desks all sitting around the hole in the floor where we would put... it. A projection device was going to be the envy of the medical community. It was going to project the parts of the human body with interactive holograms. It would show students everything we know about the body in a revolutionary fashion barely dreamed possible before the advent of quirks.

I look at the hole in the floor—it may never be filled. I stoop down, press my paw into the dust, and sigh. Such a promise—to be able to give students the training to get into and out of emergencies with the medicines and treatments people will need in their darkest hours... why don't our stupid investors see the value in that?

I punch the dust in frustration. We need a medical quirk, my eye! That's ridiculous. Needle, thread, and bandages work, always have, and always will; the point of this class would have been to give someone the education they needed to get those life-saving tools to people in dangerous situations. Tori's brother would likely have been just as effective as her- just as effective as anyone else with the courage, determination, and excellence to take on the challenge.

I slowly get up and turn around, feeling his eyes on my back.

"You know, if you're going to try so hard to impersonate their character, you should try to make a deal with DC Comics to officially connect yourself with Batman," I say, turning around to talk with Aizawa.

I smirked as he put his hands in his pockets and bowed to me, me bowing back. He then looks around the room. "I suppose all this will get packed up again then?" he asks.

"Well, we should wait," I say, looking at the hole in the floor again. "There's a chance Tori will say "yes" to being groomed for all of this, and if she does, that's all we need. Our reputation will attract enough students with normal quirks to easily get a class off the ground; I just hate the uncertainty... and our inane investors. The young Ms. Yamada is only needed for the investors, and Henry, well, I have to admit, I only gave him a chance because he caught my interest."

"He offered to be an informant, sir,"

"Oh yes, I remember that offer," I nod as I walk over to a projection board in the front of the room. "Tell me, what do you think of it? Weekly briefings from a twelve-year-old on the essentials of how a syndicate like Miles works- could be extremely valuable. That could give our teachers and students an incredible edge."

"I thought I was cruel to those two," Aizawa says. "If you're not careful, I'll fight you."

I look back at him with an almost tired expression on my face. "You realize your quirk doesn't even work on me, right? I'm not even human- I'm not even sure if my intelligence is a quirk or just a result of all the experiments done on me in the hybridization process. I have human DNA in me- but also fox, rat, bear, dog... I'm not sure what else, really." 

I turn around and start looking over the desks and pull a large anatomy book out of one about 1/4th the size of the one I gave to Tori. I opened it and looked at the information. "If you're wondering why your threat fell on deaf ears, remember it might have been more effective if your Batman act wasn't such a poor imitation. I heard your steps when you entered the hall and smelled your terrible aftershave the second you entered the building this morning. And yes, my body has few advantages over yours, but I'm a student of the same school of thought as young Henry- work with what you've got." I look up at him, my eyes still sleepy. "You wouldn't last more than a few seconds against me- trust me."