Hawks And The Fox ➻ Keigo Takami || BNHA X OC

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MOST OF MY STUDENTS HAD
quite a bit of enthusiasm, while others not so much. One student in particular I was most worried about was, a boy named Shinsou Hitoshi. He was actually transferred to my class recently. He was in a much higher and more sophisticated placement, but apparently he was transferred to my class for incompetence.

I carried out my lesson in my natural form; being actually much bigger now, my dress dangled around my neck like a scarf, but eventually I pawed it off and placed it on my desk.

Today I decided it would be best to study each of their quirks by having them do a project. I gave each of them sticks that my son and I had collected a while ago, and each of them were supposed to put together their own stick figurine based on the anatomy, and lable each part. I hooked them up with some pretty decent layout sheets if I do say-so myself.

There were multiple injuries regarding different spots on the human body. Half of the class were to study female anatomy, and the other male. There were injuries that would involve the use of quirks for treatment and others; relied on intelligence.

Shinso didn't seem to get the whole 'teamwork' part of it all, and decided he'd brainwash some of the students into doing his work. I only knew because of the handwriting. Shinsous handwriting was complex and suprisingly gorgeous while the people I partnered with him; not so much.

I barred my fangs at the paper he'd handed in before glancing back at shinsou who retreated to his desk in silence.

I exhaled through my nostrils shaking my fur. "Shinsou, come see me after class please." I watched him tense up from there, but he just rolled his eyes and got on his phone.

Once class neared its end, I was perched on my hind-legs at my desk, sliding the paper over to him with my paw.

"Shinsou. What the hell is this?" I barked, pointing at multiple paragraphs; each of them containing different handwriting.

"The work, that you assigned me, Sensei." He stated bluntly.

I sigh. "Pull up a chair."

He does like so, but merely scoffs when I climb up on the desk, glaring daggers at him. "You know it's hard to take you seriously like that." He shot me a weary glance.

"Nice try. Shinsou, trust goes both ways." He merely gritted his teeth glancing at the window. He knew damn well he couldn't screw with my head in this form. If I couldn't trust him with simple classwork, then there was no way I'd trust him one on one, and he knew that.

"Dead bodies don't answer questions shinsou. Do you seriously think you can just brainwash someone back to life one day?" I press. He scratched the back of his neck shrugging. I pinch the bridge of my nose with my paws.

"You were given a choice; transfer to my class, or physical combat. Why did you choose this class?"

He purses his lips before sighing. "I just wanna help people."
"Your quirk can be used to help people shinsou!! You don't have to brainwash people to help you. You want help, come to me!!"

I pat my paw against the paper, pointing towards the name at the top. "This has your name on it, but you forced those kids to do it for you. What good comes from making people do your bidding?"