Where We Began

Chapter Five

Endeavor hated the kids in Class 1-A with the burning passion of a hundred suns. (Pun intended.)

They were loud and obnoxious. They acted like three-year-olds and it made Endeavor loath them to no end.

But now, gazing upon them he couldn't help but feel the class's unsettling stares follow him into the room. Sure, he had agreed to help UA. But that didn't mean he was going to put up with them being freaks. That was UA's job.

"What is he doing here?" Todoroki growled.

Did Endeavor mention that it wasn't until UA when Todoroki's rebellious phase began to act up? Because it was and if Endeavor was being honest, he was beginning to think that he should have beat that out of him a long time ago.

"Helping," Aizawa sighed, feeling a little too out of it and a little too drained for this. Oh how he desperately wanted to have this over with.

"By doing what? Standing around?"

Which was half right. Endeavor was standing at the doorway, arms crossed, glaring right back at Todoroki. Yet Todoroki couldn't bring himself to care. In fact, he felt almost smug about it.

"I'm observing," Endeavor scowled. "The kids in your class clearly have no discipline, Aizawa."

"Yeah, well you're the one who raised the kid so I guess you're not exactly excelling in teaching him that either," Aizawa grumbled a little too quite for anyone to hear him. He took a sip of his coffee, remembering how the store had run out of his favorite kind.

Aizawa's hair was patted down flat on his head, his scarf was loose, and he looked half dead. Not to mention that he wanted to be asleep in his sleeping bag. Well, kind of.

He wanted to find his students more than anything. But based on what UA knew so far, that probably wasn't going to be happening any time soon.

Bitter, Aizawa thought, taking another sip of his coffee.

Endeavor huffed, annoyed at Aizawa but didn't care enough at the moment to do anything about it. He had to admit, something was intriguing about Class 1-A. Class 1-A was certainly different from what he was used to. But different didn't anyways mean better.

"What are children doing here?" Endeavor asked. "Surprisingly enough, five of them were as a place they shouldn't have been. However, we have reason to suspect that there's more at the crime scene that we're being told about." Aizawa answered, glancing at his students.

"Todoroki being one of them I assume?" Endeavor huffed. "Yup."

The room was quite large and there was a long table in the middle for them to all sit at. The conference room also had a big projector that Endeavor suspected they were going to be using.

Clearing his throat, Nezu hopped into the room. Humming the tune to Mary had a little lamb he plopped down on a seat at the end of the table.

"Hello! As you know two students have been kidnapped from the training camp. The reason the class is here is that the class knows better than you heroes about how the two students think. Midoriya and Bakugo were the two boys kidnapped at the same time. We suspect that they're being held at the same place, somewhere in the city. We had our suspicions about where they were being held," Nezu began to explain, glancing over at the Class 1-A students, "but these students have proved that theory to be wrong.

"Which means that they might not even be in the country anymore," Nezu admitted. "But I doubt that's the case. I highly doubt they're determined to smuggle a kid the entire police force is looking for, much less two," Aizawa muttered.