Aizawa Shōta is an enigma to many people. He seemed to be a stoic man with little regard for his work, yet somehow managed to always be early and support his students. He was exactly the opposite of what you'd initially think.
Suzukaze Yasu was qui...
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Tired. Yasu was extremely tired. No— exhausted. She hadn't slept in over 36 hours and still the female found herself in a roaring stadium. Every time her eyes would drift shut some of Hizashi's ear-splitting remarks would jolt her awake. The Sports Festival has yet to begin and she already wished it was over. Sure, it was a huge deal, but at the same time, why? It was a bunch or hormonal kids with quirks duking it out in front of a camera— you could probably see the same thing in a random alleyway just minus the U.A. uniform. It was important for the kids so they could catch some good internships, but why did they need some therapist for hype them up or something? Yes she had done her internship and practice to be licensed, but never once did she think she'd use some washed up degree for a sports festival.
The students were in their respective waiting rooms and Yasu had already given a 'good luck and do your best' speech to the other classes and the only one that was left was 1-A. They say save the best for last but with the attitudes some of them had she was beginning to doubt that quote.
Stepping in the room she found that it was oddly quiet. All the other classes had some sort of friendly competition (from what she could tell) or conversation going on before she'd arrived, but apparently friendly was not a word this class could use. The tension was almost malleable and the dirty look Bakugou was practically piercing into his classmates heads coupled with the icey face the Todoroki boy had directed at a few students was only the first indicator that nothing ever seemed to go right with this class.
"Did I come at the wrong time?"
All eyes were on her, with varying emotions present. Confidence, fear, anxiousness, loathing, they were all present and aimed at her. How lovely. The best part was that nobody answered her question.
"Alright well since you shit-faces cant seem to get your vocal chords to work I guess I'll give this hype speech quickly." She clasped her hands in front of her skirt, leaning against the door she'd closed behind her. Seeing that the angry blond was about to go off after being called a 'shit-face' she spoke up before his temper did the talking for her. "I'll be honest with you guys and admit that at the moment you have the advantage. Experience with real villains and being in the top hero course is already a leg up that others don't have, which I'm sure is something you've heard or at least thought about. Don't let that get to your head, though, or you'll be caught off guard and it will make whatever battle you're trying to win harder than it needs to be, and can result in a loss. I believe in you guys, I do. I don't think I've seen a class with so much potential and talent but don't let it just be that. Prove that you're more than a natural and a chance. If you want good opportunities you need to show that you're a hard worker and have a drive to be the best, don't expect to put in the bare minimum today and come out on top." Taking a deep breath she pushed herself off the door and leaning on her crutch. "I know each one of you can come out on top today if you don't let yourself get caught off guard. That's all. If you need help or whatever between matches I'll roam around so just look for me or something, I guess."
