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"AIZAWA-SENSEI. IS IT R-REALLY SAFE FOR IZUKU-KUN TO PARTICIPATE?," Iida stood up from his desk, wrist furiously going into his signature chopping motion. His classmates gawked at his boldness.
Shouta's gaze sharpened on him quickly, narrowed down eyes made all his students flinch. "Are you questioning my decision?" Iida gulped, looking at Midoriya, who was holding Aizawa's hand, apprehensively. Aizawa's tone had been challenging, as if daring Tenya to protest more. In the end, Iida backed down, sitting down on his seat (quite hesitantly).
Shouta, who was satisfied with the response, resumed to his original position on the board, writing down notes in Kanji and lecturing about "Heroic's Origin", a textbook that speaks about how the "Hero System" came to be.
He spoke monotonously, but his sentences were straight to the point. It kept the class straightened up and attentive, listening for the important details as they rapidly wrote the lessons down.
All while Izuku simply stayed by Shouta's side, staring at the bored with the same blank expression he wore when he was practically scanning the dictionary.
The students took note of the extra lessons Shouta gave to them, notes borrowed from their history teacher; Cementoss, because he was apparently overseas right now to attend more Hero business. Shouta willingly took his place, since they have no other excursions to attend to.
Aizawa got into class over fifteen minutes ago, much to everyone's dismay. Recovery Girl attempted to reprimand him, but he played his cards right, saying "If you want to take over for me at Hero Course 1-A, then do it. I'm sure you won't be able to handle them." Everyone, especially Nemuri who substituted his place a lot, knows that he was right. Recovery Girl hesitantly let him go (not before a heavy scolding, that is).
Oh.
And that's right.
He had to announce the sports festival.
He almost broke the chalk he was holding when realization hit him. Holy shit, if Izuku is in class 1-A, will he be participating in the sport's fest? Looking at the kid, he doubts that Nedzu will allow it.
He may have a powerful quirk, but putting him in the festival will put his "harmless" defense at risk. After all, having a powerful quirk at that age is a bit of a hazard if he can't control it. And the assholes who want to take him will probably be feeding off the fact that Izuku's power is probably uncontrolled.
Shouta has to consult Nedzu for this.
It was ten minutes before lunch, evident by the psyched body language the students were emitting (except for Iida and Bakugou, who strangely and stiffly sat in their chairs.).
Now is the time.
He turned around, Dropping the stubby chalk stick before crossing his arms at finding the chattering hasn't died yet, Ashido Mina's mouth caught gaping wide open and engaged into a hyped conversation with a reluctant Momo.
"Shut up."
And of course, they did shut up.
They froze, scrambling to take their respective seats again as Shouta sighed tiredly. This was getting old. "The sports festival is coming."
There was a beat of silence, before the class erupted like a volcano in thankful cries.
"T-THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL!!"
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"Where are we going Shouta-kun?"
Aizawa tugged Izuku with him, holding his small hand in his as Midoriya stumbled to keep up with the long strides of the older man. "Field," he vaguely answered as he walked out of the Yuuei building, but instead of exiting the gates, made a left turn to the back of it.
It was a long walk, considering Yuuei was a big building, and Izuku jogged to keep up with the pace, a curious gleam in his eyes. But he wisely kept his mouth shut, seeing that Shouta was unusually quiet.
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It was a field. More precisely, an open field with the ground covered in cement.
It was a structure behind Yuuei, a training ground where various physical tests or sparring were held with the guidance of Cementoss.
"Here already, I see?"
A jolly, carefree voice chirped right beside them, Izuku's attention immediately snapping to the "threat". But he was thrown off course when a small creature; either a bear, a rat, or a dog- was smiling at them, wearing a tux. "Hello, Midoriya!" His beady little eyes scanned Izuku, unnerving him how a quick flash of a certain emotion crossed the bear-rat's face.
Izuku shied away right behind Aizawa, who grunted to acknowledge the principal.
"Nedzu."
"Aizawa!" He chirped again, clasping his padded paws together in a delighted manner before gesturing to the field. Izuku scrunched his nose up involuntarily when he saw a man on fire, a block head, a macho orca, and All Might.
Aizawa sighed deeply, grumbling under his breath as his eyes landed on the muscular man on fire.
"Endeavor?"
"You betcha! Now, let's not keep them waiting, hm?"
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Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}
Fanfiction---- Aizawa considered himself as someone to lacked emotion. Someone who didn't react much; like a black hole, devoid of any feeling. Granted, he felt some fear, like during horror movies that Hizashi, Midnight, and other colleagues subjected him t...
