Aizawa Reset

Chapter 3: This is Gonna be a Long Day

A/N: This chapter kinda has spoilers for BNHA Vigilantes so if you're strictly anime-only and want something squeaky clean of any semblance of spoilers, maybe don't look into a specific character named here.

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The entire class seemed to gasp at Aizawa's answer. Okay, now he's getting annoyed. What's so shocking about a 15 year  old student at UA? Was it all about his lack of uniform? 

The green-haired student place a hand to his chin and began mumbling something completely incoherent before looking back up, "What's your name?" He decided to ask. Aizawa stared with narrowed eyes, debating whether or not to actually answer truthfully or not. 

"Aizawa Shouta, what of it?" He finally responded, granting another gasp from the class. This is getting a little ridiculous. If everyone here was going to act like Aizawa was some sort of freak spectacle, then he's just gonna get out of here.

From the corner of the room came an annoyed 'tch,' a blonde, spiky-haired student getting up from his desk and strutting over. The rest of the class parted like the red sea as the angry looking student approached. He stood a few inches taller than Aizawa and grinned.

"Now that I'm older than you, ya fuckin' emo twink, I'm gonna beat the shit outta you." He announced proudly, grabbing Aizawa by the front of his shirt and yanking him forward. Jesus Christ, Aizawa's never met this guy in whole entire life and yet somehow he's got some sort of vendetta against him?! Is everyone at UA on drugs today or something?! His heart rate began to quicken since he knows he can't take anyone on in hand-to-hand combat. So when the guy raised his hand and little sparks began popping from it, Aizawa quickly activated his quirk. It made the small explosions stop but it didn't stop the guy's fist from making contact with Aizawa's face. He fell to the ground with a grunt, his nose beginning to bleed. This sucks. 

"Bakugou!" Several students yelled, grabbing the blonde from behind and pulling him backwards. 

A few other students rushed to Aizawa's side and helped him up, "Are you okay, Aizawa-sensei?!" A round-faced girl asked as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. He just got annoyed again.

"I'm not a fucking sensei! I'm 15! I'm a student here! Jesus Fuck, who are you people?!?!???" He demanded, pushing off and stumbling a few steps back.

"We're your students." A kid with half white-half red hair stated in a monotone voice. Aizawa let out a long exacerbated sigh, covering his face with his hands. 

A pink alien-looking girl rushed up to the front of the crowd, "Look! That's you!" She said, holding up her own little rectangle thing with a screen. On it was a somewhat blurry picture of a long, black-haired guy leading along the blonde as if he were an angry dog on a leash, who was wrapped up in a familiar scarf looking thing. 

Aizawa squinted and blinked a few times at the picture, "That's a homeless man." He stated. A few students snickered. The pink girl sighed. A yellow haired student pulled out his rectangle and pulled up a very blurry selfie of him with that same black-haired guy in the background. Only this time you could see the face and his hair floating in the air as red eyes glowed.

"That's you using your quirk erasure!" A different student said, pointing. Aizawa stared at the students, looking from face to face.

"Bullshit. This is a prank. It's a bad prank so I'm going back to bed." He grumbled, shoving his hands back in his pockets and turning to leave. Just as he did, a stocky kid in glasses stood at the door followed by a very familiar blonde in sunglasses. 

"I went as fast as I could, fellow students! I brought Mr. Present Mic as a substitute but it appears that the problem of our missing teacher has been solved!" He announced, moving his hands in strange robotic karate-chop movements. 

Aizawa rose both eyebrows in shock, his jaw dropping.

"Shouta?" Yamada asked, though, shockingly, very quietly.

"Hizashi?!" Aizawa replied, "You're.......old." He pointed out, "And what the fuck is that mustache?" He teased, a small smirk in the corner of his mouth. 

Yamada blushed some, "I'm only 30!" He declared, his voice a loud screech. He was just going to ignore the mustache part. This facial hair is cool and fashionable and nobody can tell him otherwise.

"30?!" Aizawa breathed. If Yamada was 30, Aizawa should be 30 too, or vice-versa, ya know? He furrowed his brows in confusion, the pieces finally clicking together in his head, "Fuck." He cursed, slapping a hand to his face. He slid it away so he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"To Recovery Girl, we go!" Yamada said, grabbing Aizawa's arm, "Students, please stay calm, we will be back shortly." He told the class in his radio host voice before pulling Aizawa out and sliding the door shut. Aizawa pulled his arm away and sighed, putting his hands in his pocket. 

They walked in awkward silence. For Aizawa, it was because of the strangeness and confusion that came from being surrounded by an unfamiliar world and being told you're actually a 30 year old teacher at your highschool. For Yamada, it's because his boyfriend is now half his age and also a minor. Which, obviously, is a very icky situation. 

Yamada let out a loud, dramatic cough, "So, you don't remember anything?" He asked. Aizawa shook his head.

"Last thing I remember is coming home from school and going to bed." He answered. This all had to be a dream, right? He's gonna wake up soon to his normal ass alarm clock. He sighed, "So does Oboro teach here too?" He wondered, figuring none of the three could ever bear to be without each other's company. Oboro would probably be a pretty good teacher too. Ya know, being that charismatic and caring guy that he is. 

Yamada's heart stopped and his breath caught in his chest, "N-no..." He answered softly. That wasn't a lie but it wasn't the full truth either. Probably best not to make Aizawa's day even worse with the true reality of the whereabouts of their friend. Aizawa glanced up at Yamada with a quirked brow as Yamada coughed and collected himself, obviously unsatisfied with the answer and even more confused/concerned about the real truth here. But, right now, there were bigger fish to fry.

They arrived at Recovery Girl's office and slid the door open. She perked up from some paperwork and blinked a few times at Aizawa, "I'm far too old for this." She mumbled before sliding off her chair and shuffling over, "You may wait in the hall, we'll be done in a moment." She told Yamada before pulling Aizawa in and sliding the door shut. 

There were many tests to be run.

This is going to be a long day. And that goes for everyone.

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A/N: I could really use some suggestions for more shenanigans and hijinks for these characters that you all would like to see so please comment your ideas!

Idk when the next chapter will be up, but thanks for reading!!!! :)