A Normal School Activity? [BNHA]

Track and Field...?

"BANG!"
UA highschool's class 1-A students all whipped their heads around in time with each other to face the front of the room, where the sound came from. They were faced with their teacher rolling his arms across his desk, resting his head in between. They all assumed the bang was simply Aizawa laying his head down too fast.
"You good?" Kirishima's red hair wavered slightly as he cocked his head to the side, questioning his teacher with a grin. His only response was a sharp glare in Kirishima's direction, leaning his upper-body down to pick up his sleeping bag from the floor.
Midoriya watched carefully as Aizawa crawled into his shell, seeming more cranky than usual. The green-haired boy turned his head to look at Todoroki, who appeared to be thinking the same thing, based on the way he was examining the cocooned teacher. With a sigh Midoriya turned back around, rustling a hand through his hair as he sunk into his seat.
Aizawa lifted his head just enough to glance at the class, admiring the way a few of them looked at him with worry. He was surprised they could tell that he was in (somehow) in a worse mood than usual. Was he being too overdramatic? After all, he was just having a bad day.
He managed to pull himself up off his chair, hopping in front of his desk, as he was still inside his sleeping bag.
"Aight. Everyone up." He said dully, unhappily slipping out of his cocoon. He stepped out of the classroom, the students following behind.
Confusion rose within the students as they looked at each other, wondering what the hell they were doing. Usually Aizawa tells them beforehand...
Midoriya nervously gripped his bi colour haired boyfriend's hand, his shoulders stiff with anxiety. Todoroki wriggled his fingers to grab Midoriya's hand better, giving a quick kiss to the top of his head. The boy seemed strangely upset about the whole situation.
The class made their way down to one of the fields, Aizawa sighing as he threw the school's PE outfits at the kids. "We're just doing some simple track exercises. Calm yourselves and get on the track." The black-haired teacher exclaimed, throwing an arm up to point at the track. Midoriya frantically caught his suit, Todoroki calmly doing the same. They walked towards the school, the smaller boy pressing his outfit towards his chest in an attempt to calm his anxiety.
The students eventually reached the changing rooms closest to the track they were using, and went into their respected rooms to change into the clothes Aizawa had thrown at them. The girls simply walked in, while the boys burst through with a laugh. Bakugo was first, leading the others behind him as he flew into the room. They spoke loudly as they changed, throwing clothes at each other. It was almost as if they were small children at a sleepover party. The girls sighed: they could hear them through the wall...
Minutes later, the students arrived back at the track. Midoriya greeted the teacher with a shy smile, Todoroki patting his head as his poker-face grew into a smirk. Bakugo and Kirishima came from behind them, screaming while they jumped at each other. "Oi, get off of me, fucker!" Bakugo yelled at the red-haired boy tackling him. Kirishima simply responded with a laugh, leaning on the boy under him enough to tip him over. They fell onto the grass, Bakugo screeching in a mix of anger and embarrassment (but mostly anger). The majority of the class simply ignored the two, but of course, there were a few students who laughed at them hysterically.
"Kirishima! This is not an appropriate activity for our classes!"
A flash of blue is seen as Iida speeds towards the couple, his arms waving abruptly at them in displease. "Get off of Bakugo immediately, please!"
The redhead climbed off of the boy beneath him with an annoyed sigh. Bakugo kicked at him as soon as he was free, still screaming inaudible words. Sero and Denki were giggling at the angered boy while the other boys stood behind them, chatting obliviously. Soon after, the girls arrived at the track, and with that, the class started.