Don't Let the Spark Die [BNHA Gen 2]

Chapter 3: Aizawa's Funeral

A/n: don't worry he doesn't die
~Time skip a week and a half after All Might's message~

Bakugo POV
This is it. Time to go to my fucking dream school with all these, most likely, shitty students. Okay not ALL of them are shitty. But 99.9% of them are. I walked into my homeroom, class 1-A. 'Damn right I'm class 1-A' I thought, smirking to myself. I walked into class, to the best of the best and-
"DASAI!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I screamed. I cannot believe he's here, sitting in front of me. I watched as the small, green haired boy turned around and smiled.
"Hi Kacchan. I d-didn't know you'd be here." he said quietly, calling me the childhood nickname that his dad called mine.
I smiled the biggest smile anyone has ever seen as I sprinted towards him.
"DONT CALL ME THAT AKIRA!!! I can't believe you're here!!" I exclaimed happily as I hugged him tightly. Akira Midoriya is my childhood best friend. Kind of ironic when our parents were childhood rivals. I haven't seen him in so long because he moved schools. Akira hugged me back with the tightest hug I've ever felt from him.
"AHHH I MISSED YOU KARASA!!!" He yelled, with a huge grin on his face.
"Shut up and sit down." a tired, monotone voice said. We all turned to see.....our homeroom teacher lying down in a sleeping bag on the floor?
"Sir are you our homeroom teacher, Mr Aizawa?!" a loud, distinctive voice asked. The teacher nodded as he unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up, grabbing a piece of paper which I'm assuming was the attendance.  As his eyes scrolled through the list of names, he went white.
"What have I done in my past life to deserve this?" he muttered.
"Yeah um sir? What's so bad about us?" I asked him. First day of school and he's already saying we're a bad class. Mr Aizawa sighed loudly and started to call out the attendance.

Aizawa POV
'I can't believe this. I can't believe this. Hopefully it's just a coincidence.' I thought to myself. If it's not a coincidence, I'm done.
"Ashido?" I asked tiredly. I saw a girl with dark pink hair and light pink skin put her hand up
"Do you have any relation to Mina Ashido? She was a former student of mine." I asked, hopeful that these last names were just coincidences. But she nodded. 'Oh god' I thought to myself.
"Ok students. Does anyone in this class have any relation to the following people: Yuga Aoyama, Tsuyu Ausi, Katsuki Bakugo, Toru Hagakure, Tenya Iida, Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Minoru Mineta, Mashirao Ojiro, Rikido Sato, Shoto Todoroki, Fumukage Tokoyami, Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu." I listed in my usual monotone voice. I watched as every single student put their hand up.
"Now leave your hand up if you are the child of any of those people." I asked, hopeful that all hands would go down. Everyone left their hand up.

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