Breaking

9

Aizawa walked down the hallway to his classroom, with his son walking right next to him. Both of them walked slowly, not saying a thing, due to being insomniacs, and being too tired to do anything.

Aizawa had his sleeping bag draped over one arm, while his other arm was carrying a case with graded tests in them, that he would be handing back out today. Midoryia, of course, got the best grade, while once again, Kaminari, did the worst. He completely failed the test, barely answering half of the questions. Aizawa would have to talk to him today after class... he hated doing that. Usually the kids he would talk to would either give him awfully made up excuses, or just burst out crying. Damn problem children...

Shinsou was tired to say the least. He had barely gotten 3 hours of sleep last night. He was stuck doing homework until midnight, and then as soon as he layed down to sleep, his insomnia kicked in.

Aizawa stopped in front of his classroom and got his keys out of his pocket before putting them in the key hole, just to find out that the door was already open. He frowned. He always locked his classroom after school. Had he forgotten to last night?

He opened the door and walked in, followed by Shinsou. Aizawa looked around and saw Kaminari, hunched over his desk, working on something with headphones on.

The fuck? How did he get in here? Why was he in here? Why the hell is he so early?

Aizawa walked to his desk to drop off his stuff, before walking up to Kami.

Denki didnt even notice Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou walk in the room. He was way too focused on trying to read the writing in front of him. He groaned, grapping his head in annoyance as the letters floated off the page, before slamming his head into his desk.

"Shit..." he groaned, frustrated with his dyslexia.

"Language. " a deep voice said from right next to him.

Kami, jumped back at the sound, falling sideways off his chair. He rubbed his head and looked up at his amused teacher.

"M-Mr. Aizawa! W-what are you doing here?" Denki asked, quickly getting up and beginning to collect his papers that he knocked off his desk when he fell.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing." Aizawa said, now frowning at the boy.

"O-oh! I was just getting some e-extra work done..." Kami said in a small voice, knowing he was lying to his teacher.

"Oh? It looks like you need help, due to the fact that when I came up to you, you were slamming your head into the table." He smirked slyly.

"Oh.... um, it's ok! I just was having trouble with a problem, but I think I just figured it out." He lied, looking down at the paper, watching the letters and wards jump around on the page. He frowned and silently cursed to himself, forgetting that his homeroom teacher was still there.

"Please see me after class today Kaminari." Aizawa said as he walked back to his desk, and got in his sleeping bag.

Shinsou looked at Kami, and tried to give him an encouraging smile. It just came out as a smirk.

Denki saw shinsou smirk at him. What did that mean? Was he making fun of him for getting in trouble with Mr. Aizawa? Was he trying to tell him something? He didnt understand.

Other classmates began to shuffle in, Iida being the first to point out a small stain on Kami's uniform. The stain was from the concealer that he had used this morning to cover up his bruises.

As soon as everyone was in the classroom, Mr. Aizawa emerged from his yellow sleeping bag.

"Quiet." He said, in his monotone voice. "Get your gym clothes on and meet up at the training grounds. We will be testing your quirk limits today."

Shit. Kami thought to himself. The gym uniforms had short sleeves. Everyone would see the bandages on him arm and question him about it.

"Kaminari." A voice suddenly broke through his thoughts.

He looked up to see Mr. Aizawa in front of him.

"Yes sir?"

"Are you ok?"

"Of course. Sorry sir, I kinda just zoned out. Why?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Mr. Aizawa looked pointedly around the now empty room.

"Go get ready with everyone else." He told him as he began to walk away.

"Wait! Um, sir, I was wondering if I can sit this one out... I already know my quirk limit." Kami tried to talk his way out of training, but Aizawa simply shook his head.

" I need to know your limit. Not you. Now go get ready, before I give you detention." Kami slowly nodded, getting up, and going to go change into his gym clothes.

This was not going to be good...