Chapter 12 (Aizawa x OC)

Ms. Tereport

Chapter 1
The one where Kokoro goes flash flash.

“I assure you, pops, I will be just fine.” I gave an amused smile, although he couldn’t see it through the earpiece.

“Can you at least send me a background check on every staff member in the school?” He asked. I laughed loudly,

“I’m driving right now.” I laughed a bit more, “Besides! They wouldn’t just let anyone work at the U.A. They have some of the biggest professional heroes who have been at this for years, I will be alright.”

“Are you sure you want to work there? There’s no shame in bailing out and just being a pro hero. That’s already enough on your plate! You don’t need to add English teacher on top of that.”
I rolled my eyes so hard you’d think I’d have seen the back of my head,

“I don’t think I’m gonna let my bachelor’s degree go down the drain like that. Plus, this will put my two favorite things into my daily routine! Setting a good future for the next generations and influencing a better present. I thought you would support that.”

“I DO support that, but I DO NOT support you being around a place that is prone to so many attacks. Have you heard of the things that place has undergone? The ledge of villains-?”

“League-”

“League of villains? It’s as if bad luck just follows the students of that school. Have you noticed the recurring pattern with some specific kids?”

“No, I’m not a news geek like you, I don’t sit and spend hours watching the bad things of the world.”

“No, but you do sit on your phone scrolling through the All Might fan page for hours-”

“Totally different! There’s good stuff there…" My mind trailed, "and funny memes.”

He did a low grumble before continuing his point. I drowned it out as I looked out for the loft apartments I was currently staying at. Thought a place to stay a couple of blocks from the school would be the best option so I wouldn’t have to travel so much, and due to being a simple English teacher and nothing big like a homeroom teacher, I don’t get the honor of having my own apartment on the school campus to keep an eye on students.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“No, not really.”

He did another low grumble.
“Hey, hey, now, no grumpy growls of disapproval, I’m trying to find my home.” I pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, gathering my backpack and tote bag, struggling to get out of the car momentarily. “I’m home, so I’ll call you later, love ya pops.”

“Yeah, I love you too, tell me how your first day goes.”

“Okie Dokie.”

I pressed down on my earpiece and ended the call before entering the building.

The manager, Jackie, looked up from behind their desk, “Good Morning, Ms. Tereport.”

I waved slightly, “Good morning.”

Their child, Zonya, then ran in from the back, “Do the thing! Do the thing!” She shouted, running up and attaching herself to my legs. I chuckled,

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it once.” I put up my index finger before placing down my tote bag and picking Zonya up, resting her on my hip. “Are you ready?”

She nodded with anticipation, holding tight onto my shirt. I hopped slightly, high enough so my shoes wouldn’t be touching the carpet, in a flash of yellow and blue, I was now on the other side of the room. She cheered,
“So cool! I want my quirk flash flash!”

Jackie laughed, taking her excited child from my arms, “Perhaps your quirk will be flash flash, hun, we shall see.” She placed Zonya down on her feet and she took off.

“Are you sure her quirk won’t be super-speed?” I joked, watching her zoom through the doors. Jackie gave a tired sigh,

“I sure hope not. I’m beginning to think it would be something like voice.”

“She is pretty loud, huh?”
She nodded with exhausted features. I gently patted her back, “I’m here if you need help.”

“What I need is your rent.”

“I have help.”

“Again, Kokoro?”

I took a step back, “I start work at the high school tomorrow.” I turned to make my way out, “I haven’t been listening to the radio for any crime lately since I’ve been so focused on setting up my lesson plans, I’m sure I’ll get some money soon, promise.” I crossed my fingers to show, grabbed my tote bag, and quickly entered the elevator.

“Why don’t you just teleport up to your room?”

I put a hand out to stop the doors,
“Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to calculate myself upward with so many different homes in between? I don’t wanna end up in someone’s bathroom.” I laughed, moving my hand.

“Pro hero my ass.” I hear her tease before the conversation ends with the closed elevator doors.

“It’s hard, okay?” I mumbled to myself as the elevator made its way to the top floors.

After unlocking my apartment, I was greeted by a trotting skunk that arrived at my feet. This skunk is Cheeto, the most precious friend a person could ask for. I stripped my shoes, outer clothing and dropped my bags before falling onto my couch, Cheeto jumped onto my back and curled up, giving me a reason to not get back up and finish my responsibilities.

“Do you think I’d make a good teacher, Cheeto? Am I in over my head?”

Cheeto didn’t answer.

But I’m sure she’d say yes.

Or she’d say I was insane, perhaps stupid.

I covered my head with my arms, smushing my face into the cushions.
I screamed into the fabric, scaring away Cheeto.
What am I doing? Can I do this? Will it be alright? What if the students don’t like me? What if they see me as a pathetic pro hero? What if they like Present Mic as an English teacher more than me?

Moving my head to face my coffee table, I see Cheeto sitting, looking at me curiously, “I wonder what Acura would say right now.” I pondered out loud, feeling my chest getting heavy at the thought of her. “What if I make a grammar mistake? An English teacher, not knowing how to speak English. It’s bound to happen, I still don’t think I can spell unnecessary.” I sit up, tapping my face with my hands repeatedly, “You know what, Cheeto? I got this! Those kids will love me! I mean, what’s not to love!?” I jump over the back of the couch and make my way to my bedroom, “Now, let’s make an outfit for tomorrow, shall we?”

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Aizawa is coming soon, promise. (Is it Shota or Shouta? *He’s just Shota in this cause I’m lazy*)

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