Finally Found: A Kamijiro Fanfiction

Chapter Forty-Five: Future Prospect

Monday

The next bell had just rung, dismissing the students of U.A. to lunch.

Jirou however, had a test to take.

She sighed with weariness, stepping out of her seat to leave the classroom, her things bunched up in a pile in her arms.

"Kyoka," a familiar voice spoke behind her, followed by a ginger tap. "Good luck on the quiz," Yaoyorozu waved as she left toward lunch, disappearing with Uraraka into the crowded halls.

Jirou wandered back to her locker, shifting all her textbooks from the previous classes and whisking out her Hero Lesson notes, grazing over them with her eyes as she shut her locker and returned to her homeroom. When she entered it was dead silent due to everyone being at lunch, something she wasn't used to; seeing as 3A was an exceptionally noisy classroom. It felt unnatural.

"Hello Jirou, take a seat on the far left of the classroom," Sensei Aizawa was already inside, turning around from his desk with two separate papers.

"You mean in Bakugo's seat?" She asked pointing.

With his nod of approval she sat down, and a few moments later, he exchanged her notes with his quiz. Kaminari had entered as soon as she started.

"Kaminari, far right, Aoyama's desk," their Sensei instructed.

A minute later they were both silently testing, their homeroom teacher preparing for their next Hero Lessons unit after lunch. Jirou was the first to finish, as Mr. Aizawa came to collect her quiz she quietly asked a question.

Kaminari rubbed his head, racking his brain for the correct answers. It was a short quiz, only 25 questions, but that also meant if he got a few wrong it'd easily bring down his grade. He didn't want to let Yaoyorozu's work in helping him go to waste, so he honestly tried. He overheard his teacher and Jirou murmur between one another, and instead leaving back for lunch, Jirou stayed in the classroom.

There were 6 units they were going to chug through for the remaining 2 months of school until Winter Break, each week they'd be given a new chapter title and every Saturday they took a text on it. The last week they'd review, take the exam, and be released for the winter. Six units, six quizzes, one final test at the end of it all, didn't seem like a lot, but economics in general was pretty confusing.

His filled out his whole quiz, guessing on 5 or 6, and handed it to his teacher. Sensei nodded, took his quiz and returned to his desk, where he already had food laid out from a bag for his lunch break. Sitting at his seat, he started grading their quizzes while eating.

"Hey," Kaminari turned to find Jirou.

"Hi," he replied timidly.

"How was it?" Jirou placed her binder on her desk and left it there, seeing as she'd be sitting there in about 20 minutes.

"Well, I didn't do horrible," Kaminari confessed with an uneasy smile. "But I don't think I did great either."

"I couldn't remember the last one," Jirou replied with a head shake as they exited out the door. Sensei Aizawa was skimming his eyes along the answer key, shuffling Kaminari's quiz aside.

They each got above a C respectively, Jirou, 21/25, Kaminari with 18/25. He sighed and sat back in his chair, shifting their quizzes with the others.

He wondered how they did it.

He wondered how his kids managed to stay so resilient despite all the hell they'd been through over the past three years. Anything like being kidnapped would've scarred him for life, maybe even made him flunk immediately out of U.A. Every one of his students had at one point in time gone through some traumatizing shit, some shit that he never forgave himself for as well.

After Jirou had been hospitalized for about 6 days, Hebi Hito, A.K.A. Serpentine, had been admitted to a specialized, psychiatric ward for criminals. He had never confessed, and was now unable to do so, being deemed, clinically insane. If Aizawa had a choice in what happened to him, he would've wanted him imprisoned for the endangerment of a minor, but seeing as Hebi was mentally incapable of understanding his situation, it'd prove to be more dangerous than to keep him in the asylum.

He hadn't told Jirou, hadn't even shown it that much when she finally returned to school after three weeks, but he was incredibly grateful she was still alive and well.

He didn't like openly showing it, but he loved them. Each and every one, like they were his own kids.

The end of the year was coming, and next year, he'd be teaching a new group of Class A students. He didn't know if he could ever let go of the group he had now though. They were far different from his previous groups; a little wild and crazy, but that was part of the reason they were unique. Not to mention their work ethic and compatible teamwork. Even, surprisingly, Bakugo's teamwork.

It could've been a generational thing. It could've been the way they were raised. It could've even been the effects of Yuuei taking place.

He knew one thing was for sure though, they were all going to be great heroes one day.