Shouta was beginning to rethink his life decisions as he felt the formation of yet another headache, probably the hundredth he's had this week and it was still Tuesday. God, if only he could turn back the time to when he was still considering the teaching position UA has given him. He shook his head, scanning the cluster of students around him, lips curving upward at a particular robotic hand gesture Iida did. Yeah, he wouldn't trade this for the world. - Or another failed(?) class outing has one Aizawa Shouta rethinking his life decisions. - Cross-posted on Archive of our own under the same username. - English is not my main language so I apologize for any visible grammatical error.
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