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🏫 Shenanigans(2)

Adolescentilism: A fetish for acting, dressing, or being treated like an adolescent.

•"What?"=illogical talk by female

Eraserhead a.k.a Mr. Aizawa, homeroom teacher of Class 1-A, was particularly tired after the 'long' Saturday night then Sunday grading and that night patrolling. He wasn't just slouching shoulders, hands in pockets tired...no, it was the hangover headache tired but alcohol wasn't consumed to brag about drinking, kind of headache.

"So Toshiroi, Shouta is still trying to catch that art thief. He even went to a couple of art shows cleaned up and in a tux." Aizawa's loud friend shared.

"The thief is that good at giving him the slip?"

Aizawa choked on his 'pipe cleaner strong' coffee and tried not to drop his favorite cat mug. He wasn't sure who should get hit first, his friend for embarrassing him or All Might's comment about giving him the slip as that was not the case anymore as of last Saturday night. His friend Present Mic, as Toshiroi didn't have a clue about his pretty new pet, Nyx the kitten.

He stopped coughing only to let a pained groan out. His head really hurt now and his dick decided it was time to cause him grief too. He secretly thanked some higher being that his hero clothes were loose enough for such situations.

"Hey Shouta! You look like shit man!" Hizashi says loudly. "Still after that thief?"

"Yeah, something like that..."

"What's the villain name? Nyx? A girl?"

"No, actually the thief goes by Nyxala..." Aizawa said with as little emotion as possible. He now was glad she trying to be tough and gave a way to cover her name to those two. Shouta wasn't sure where all 'it' was going to lead to. Less people knew the better.

The two pro heroes looked at him, made 'oh' faces and froze. Their eyes no longer looked at him but something or someone behind him. Their mouths fell open and Eraser raised his eyebrows. Then he heard the unmistakable light clicking of heels, heeled boots a certain art thief wore. Oh fuck no! Not her! Not now!

How did she get in?

What the fuck was she doing here?

How the hell am I going to explain her?

•"keep it together Eraser. They don't have a clue who she is. You're a respectable hero she's an artsy villain. I got this."

Nyx walked by Aizawa, so close they almost touched. His eyes rolled, a school girl outfit. God he hated Mondays as it being the first of the week, whatever wasn't taken care came around to bite you in the ass. This one shook her ass and he wanted it still.

Nyx poured it on, "Morning I'm Sandra Masters. I'm here to speak with Mr. Aizawa about an upcoming charity event."

Eraser almost didn't hear her as he was studying how short the skirt was and how good those boots showed her legs off. Aah fuck, another one...

"Shouta!" Mic yelled.

"What?!"

"Miss Masters is here to see you. Maybe try to stay awake long enough to answer her questions." Mic replied annoyed.

"Whatever, I'm not that tired...now please excuse Miss Masters and I. If I'm needed to wrangle Bakugo and Izuku, I'll be in my classroom taking a nap."

Eraser sent Nyx in the of his direction of his classroom. He was going to sideline some questions.

"A nap? Shouta have you died below the waist?" Mic asked with a snort. "All Might tell me if I'm wrong but wow! What a girl!"