MHA reacts to Dekuverse!

The Office Pranks! #2

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Universe found- [Code name:- Branch Timeline: Prankster] [Powers:- Quirks]

"Not this universe again," Iida muttered, his brow furrowed in clear disapproval. "I really don't like this version of Midoriya. His behavior is entirely unbecoming of a hero."

"Never thought I'd say this, but... I actually agree with him," Monoma said, his face contorting as if the words physically pained him. The very idea of siding with someone from Class 1-A seemed to make him visibly uncomfortable. "That version of Midoriya is just—ugh—completely insufferable."

"Of course you'd say that," Setsuna chimed in with a teasing grin. "Your counterpart got made into a total joke by him. Honestly, I thought it was hilarious. I'd love to see that guy again—I can't wait to find out who he decides to mess with next."

Pony blinked and tilted her head slightly. "And what if your counterpart ends up being his next target?"

Setsuna shrugged with zero concern. "Then so be it. If I have to take a hit to my dignity just to witness someone else get humiliated in an even funnier way, I'll gladly take one for the team," she said, giving a playful thumbs up.

The first scenario opens in Class 1-A's classroom. Everyone was quietly focused on their own work, the scratch of pens and soft rustling of paper filling the air while Aizawa dozed peacefully at the front of the room, buried in his sleeping bag.

"What is going on here?" Momo's father asked, narrowing his eyes at the screen—his focus zeroing in on Aizawa's counterpart, who was fast asleep despite the class being in session. "Momo, does this sort of thing happen in our world too?"

"I wouldn't say it's... common," Momo replied carefully, choosing her words with precision. She avoided looking in Aizawa's direction, aware that he was likely listening even with his eyes closed. "But... it's not like we've never seen it before."

"Seriously?" her mother said, frowning in disapproval. "That doesn't sound very professional. Is this really the standard for how they teach at the top hero academy in the country?"

"I don't see anything on that screen that reflects poorly on the school's standards," Aizawa said, rolling his eyes with a sigh of mild annoyance. "What exactly do you expect me to do when all of my students are quietly working, staying focused, and not causing any disruptions?"

"I expect you to at least remain seated at your desk and supervise them properly," Momo's father shot back, frowning deeply. "Like any responsible teacher would."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice turning cool and firm. "And as I told these students on the very first day that at U.A., we give our teachers the freedom to manage their classrooms however they see fit. My methods work, and I get results. What I choose to do in my class is my decision, not yours, or anyone else's. If you, or anyone else here, have an issue with how I run things, you're more than welcome to withdraw your children from the school."

The silence that followed was immediate and heavy. A wave of tension swept through the audience as several parents visibly bristled at his words. Murmurs of outrage began to bubble up—but before anyone could speak out, their children quickly stepped in, quietly tugging at sleeves or whispering urgent pleas to let it go. No one wanted to risk pushing Aizawa any further, especially not with his well-known reputation for expelling students without hesitation.

Suddenly, Izuku and Ochako locked eyes from across the room. After a brief pause, Ochako began tapping her fingers against her desk in a steady, deliberate rhythm. Izuku picked up on it instantly and started clicking his pen in perfect sync.