How We Came To Be

Chapter 3 - You Shall Not Pass

Slightly cracking his eyes open, annoyed about not being able to continue his nap, he slowly made his way up, relishing in the warmth his sleeping bag provided him with as he calmed his students down.

"Alright, settle down. Now, since you all have your partners, I'll explain what we'll be doing next." Yawning, he crawled his way out of his banana bag.

"As I said before, we'll be working on teamwork. So, today and tomorrow, with your partner you'll be discussing each other's quirks and fighting styles starting from the most basic aspect of it." He said.

"Excuse me sensei!" was heard from the usually well-behaved teen with glasses that raised his hand as he stood, drawing everyone's attention.

"How does simply knowing about our partners abilities help us if we aren't putting it into practice?" he finished, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"If you had let me finish speaking...I was getting to that Iida." answered their sensei slightly annoyed.

Blushing at his sudden outburst, "Oh! Excuse me for the interruption, please continue sensei!" he pleaded as he bowed at his sensei.

A slight giggle could be heard coming from his bubbly pink project partner, only furthering his embarrassment.

As a sigh escaped his lips, directing his attention back to the rest of the students.

"As I was saying, once we've learned enough about our partners these next two days, come Friday we'll be putting this knowledge into play." Staring them down, this time a tad bit more intense than his usual stoic self.

"As partners, in the U.A. training fields, you will be put up against a random villain played out by one of the teachers." He explained.

"During this exercise we will be evaluating how well you each utilized each other's strengths and abilities to bring down the villain." He looked around, waiting for any comments.

'Tch! As if I would ever need a partner for this shit. I can do this by myself, I don't need anyone dragging me down' thought the blonde Bakugo, anger clouding his mind as small sparks could barely be seen dancing on the tip of his fingers.

Taking one final look at his class, he spoke out "Alright, you have today and tomorrow, get to it. I'll be back in a few minutes." walking out the door, he made his way to the teacher lounge.

'I need to find All Might, he might be able to help me out...' he thought as he left.

Before ever making it to the lounge doors, All Might could be seen walking towards him down the hallway.

"Good morning Aizawa! How are the younglings doing?" smiling his ten-thousand-watt smile, All Might asked as he stretched out his hand to shake.

Ignoring his new colleague's hand and greeting, he lifted his gaze and stared at the rather tall muscular blond man in front of him, "All Might, just who I need to see. I need to speak to you about a certain student of mine."

Unfazed by Aizawa's rather blatant lack of manners, "Oh? A student? Which one?" asked the blond, clearly knowing where this was going.

'Shit! He knows about young Midoriya' he groaned inwardly, never erasing the smile off his face.

"I'm sure you know quite well who...Izuku Midoriya." Smirked the man wrapped in bandages, noticing a slight quiver in All Might's lip, clear evidence that something was going on here.

Trying to hide his astonishment "Oh really? What about young Midoriya? Is he causing you trouble?" asked the blond, trying to act unknowing.

'Change the conversation Toshinori, or he's going to catch onto you' thought the blond as they started walking back towards Aizawa's classroom.