Aizawa Oneshots and More

Parental Guidance Suggested

HI GUYS!!!! IIIIIT'S KAIDA HERE bringing you a new chapter to gobble up!!! It is currently 1:44 AM and I have to be up early tomorrow morning but OH WELL!! I had an idea and I wanted to pump it out ASAP!!!

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The classroom is quieter than usual.

No Monoma flair. No Tetsutetsu shouting. Not even the usual hum of conversation between seats. Instead, twenty-odd students sit scattered at their desks, watching the clock with a mix of curiosity and tension.

Their homeroom teacher, Vlad King, is gone. Temporarily, of course. An injury during a joint hero operation with the patrol division. Nothing life-threatening, the staff assured them. Still, VLad's absence leaves a noticeable hole in the classroom, and no one is quite sure what to expect from his replacement.

That's when the door slides open.

You step inside.

There's nothing overly flashy about your presence. No grand entrance, no flashy costume, no dramatic use of your quirk. Just a calm, professional smile and a clipboard tucked under your arm. Your eyes scan the room, assessing the atmosphere, the posture of the students, the flicker of wariness behind more than one pair of eyes.

They've been trained well, you think. And they're waiting to judge me.

"Good morning," you say evenly, stepping to the front. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I'll be your substitute while your teacher recovers.

There's a few nods. Shiozaki offers a polite bow. But mostly? Silence.

A beat.

"...What's your hero name?" Monoma asks suddenly, tone razor thin with skepticism.

You turn to him without missing a beat. "You can call me (Hero Name), but in here, I prefer (L/N)-sensei. This is a classroom, not a battlefield."

Monoma blinks, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. You answered with just the right amount of authority... and maybe a little sass.

A few students shift in their seats. Still watching. Still measuring.

You continue, flipping open your clipboard. "Today's lesson is a review of last week's training evaluation. I've gone over your performance reports and I'd like to offer some feedback before we move forward."

Now that got a reaction.

Kendou exchanges a glance with Komori. Awase leans forward slightly. You notice their tension isn't suspicion anymore, but rather, curiosity.

Good. Hook them early.

"Let's start with your sparring records. I noticed several of you are having issues with predictability in your movements. Especially you, Honenuki."

He blinks, surprised. "Uh... me?"

"You favour your left side when destabilizing terrain. I assume it's instinctual?"

"...Yeah?"

"Then we'll work on correcting it. You've got power, but you're leaving gaps that an enemy can exploit. We'll fix that in the next session."

Somewhere in the back, Tetsutetsu mouths, "whoa."

You press on, running through notes – direct, specific, but never harsh. You don't lecture. You observe. Encouraged. Corrected without condescension.