Bnha one-shots!

A night-time call

Main ship: None

Background ship: Like a little bit of EraserMic

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"A-Aizawa-Sensei..."

"Pro-Izuku,"

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Shouta Aizawa had many words to describe his class this year. Reckless, spontaneous, cheerful, hard-working.

Problematic.

But, by far, the most problematic child in his class has got to be, by a fair margin, Izuku Midoriya.

He was reckless, selfless to the point of self-sacrifice, analytical yet doesn't seem to put that into hero work, which, he really should. He's also the most hard-working and determined child he's had to teach in all of his years of teaching.

Yet, nothing prepared him for the phone call he was going to receive from him.

He had given his personal phone number to all of his students in case of emergencies, he just never excepted it to be used.

Especially by his problem child.

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One night, Aizawa was chilling on a random roof in the middle of his patrol, scouring the streets and alleys for a lick of crime for him to stop.

He was about to run and go to another roof when he heard one of the specific ringtones he made for his problem class.

He gave each of his students a unique ringtone after they gave him their own phone numbers, so he doesn't mix up the caller.

Right now, his phone was playing "I'm just your problem", from Adventure Time, which Eri made him watch, and he found it fitting for this child.

His problem child, which, really is his problem.

With a sigh, he quickly picked up the phone, in case there was a time-sensitive emergency.

"Midoriya?" Aizawa asked.

On the other line, he heard muffled yelling, and familiar sniffles.

"A-Aizawa-Sensei," Izuku stuttered on the other line, voice thick and heavy with tears.

'Oh shit,' Aizawa thought.

"Pro-Izuku," Aizawa said, feeling worry pool in his gut.

That was never a good sign.

"I-I need he-" the sound of, what Aizawa assumed to be a fist pounding on a door, was heard from the phone, cutting off his student slightly, "I need your h-help!"

"Izuku Midoriya get your ass out of that closet!" A feminine voice, that Aizawa associated with Inko Midoriya, was heard from the phone.

He heard his student's voice hitch and another sniffle and a sob come out of his student's mouth.

"A-A-Aizaw-wa-Se-Sensei," Izuku sobbed out.

"Hold on, kid. I'm coming," Aizawa flung himself to a flagpole that was near the building he was on with his capture scarf, before flying in the air to the direction of the Midoriya household since he assumed that because Inko said the boy was in a closet, that they were at home.

"S-Sensei..." Izuku whimpered on the phone line, the pounding of fists not letting up.

"Just hold on for a little longer, Izuku," Aizawa said, sticking to Izuku instead of his last name since he probably didn't want to be associated with his mother right now.