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It was a normal day when the chaos started, emphasis on the ‘ was ’. Class 1-A was in session, school was about to end for the day, and the weekend was only an arm’s length away. The students were barely listening to their homeroom teacher as they did their best to sneakily pack their bags- and then, abruptly, Aizawa shut off the display, facing them head on.
“Alright, since you’ve all decided that this lesson isn’t interesting enough to keep your attention,” Aizawa started, flashing his Quirk for good measure, “we’ll be doing a more...hands on approach to the matter.”
The statement managed to catch the interest of his students, the twenty kids finally giving their full attention to the man. After all, the topic had been about creating hero personas, and how some heroes separate their normal identity from their hero one by acting differently...how could Aizawa turn the lecture into an assignment?
“Most of you seem to act as you normally would when you put on your hero outfits, except for a select few of you,” Aizawa pointed out, eyeing them with boredom. “The only student that I can firmly say is creating a type of persona is Midoriya. The rest of you don’t change a single thing.” Most of the class shrunk in on themselves, embarrassed for not changing themselves or, in Midoriya’s case, being so obvious that his smile was for show like All Might.
“That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just like it isn’t automatically good . That’s why, instead of forcing you all to create hero personas...I’m going to have you put on a peer’s persona.”
Aizawa took a moment to pause, letting his students work themselves up into a flurry of questions with this new information.
“If no one but Midori has a persona, how are we supposed to mimic anyone else?” Ashido asked, confused.
“How will we decide who is who?” Iida asked. “Will we draw lots, or be allowed to choose for ourselves?”
“Can there be more than one of a person? Are people just swapping roles?” Hagakure asks. “Ooh! Can I be Yaomomo? Or Deku?”
“Why the fuck would you want to be Deku? He just cries the whole time!” Bakugou sneered, and Midoriya curled in on himself even more, if that was even possible.
More questions filled the air, and after a few more moments of excitement Aizawa cleared his throat. The class quieted immediately.
“I will choose who everyone gets. There will only be one of each person. I will give you your peer to copy, and you may not directly say who you are supposed to be to any of your classmates. The point is to get into character as best as you can...without going into the other changing rooms, of course.” Aizawa let the girls take a second to glare at Mineta, who flinched.
Smirking, Aizawa added, “I will give some of you more difficult personas, ones that will directly conflict with your normal actions. I expect you all to stay in character the entire day on Monday.”
“Is there a prize for the best actor?” Ashido asked, and Aizawa hummed before grinning wider.
“Sure. The student who acts the most like their character gets a perfect score. The student who successfully strays away from their own personality in order to achieve their characterization gets five points extra credit. The person who freaks out Present Mic the most while achieving those other goals will get a free pass off of any assignment of their choosing.”
The class perked up at the offers, and Aizawa rolled his eyes as he watched his students grow determined to win. Sitting down, Aizawa quickly wrote down each of his students’ names on little slips of paper, then passed them out. As the bell rang, Aizawa called out, “Remember the rules. Don’t tell anyone who you are, do your best, and stick with the character for all of Monday.”
Oh, if only he knew what chaos he had started.
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Monday starts about as normally as any Monday does, but it’s a little off kilter from the very beginning. Usually, Iida is the first one to enter the room. However, today is different.
And that’s why Ochaco Uraraka is the first student to enter the classroom, half an hour early to class like an overachieving student would be. She walks with a stiff gait and her head held high, a tenseness in her shoulders that is never there normally. She sits in her seat, diligently pulling out her notebook and sitting properly.
And then she giggles, but nobody knows because she’s all alone- except for Aizawa, but he’s well asleep on the floor.
It takes seven minutes for the next student to arrive, now only twenty-three minutes remaining before class. Mina Ashido walks in, steps far more graceful and far less bouncy than usual. Her hands are clasped politely in front of her- and then her small smile breaks into a careless grin as she spots her peer.
“Hey, ‘Raka!” Ashido greets, a little too loud, and then she cringes. “I mean, good morning.” Voice softer, and with a polite nod, Ashido takes her seat.
Eight minutes pass, with fifteen minutes before the bell, and more students arrive. Yuga Aoyama frowns as he enters, dark eyeshadow and mascara on in an attempt to seem...goth? Tsuyu prances into the room, giving a carefree wave as she drops into her seat. Rikido Satou curls in on himself, but still gives a warm smile as he enters. Hanta Sero greets everyone politely, and tries to be more at ease. Mashirao Ojirou, however, seems to have a wider, almost forced smile that seems just a little too big.
Three more minutes pass. Twelve minutes remain before the bell. Denki Kaminari comes in, mouth covered with a mask and surprisingly quiet for once. Ejirou Kirishima walks in, waves, then pulls out a packet of sugar and pours it into his mouth- only grimacing at the taste once, to his credit. Kyoka Jirou walks in, blush on her cheeks and a kind smile on her face. Mezo Shouji walks in, freezes, and then excitedly shakes his limbs- all six of them- as he greets them, as if trying to be more noticeable. Koji Kouda walks in last, still meek but trying as he gestures to the makeshift belt around his waist, then pulls out some glitter and throws it into the air. (Aoyama breaks character for a moment to cheer Kouda on, but Aizawa seems to still be sleeping so his peers let it slide.)
Two more minutes pass. Ten minutes remain before class. Tooru Hagakure walks in with a loud ‘kero’ before heading to her desk. Minoru Mineta walks in, cut up cords hanging off of his ears, and what looks like two of his purple balls stuck to his chest. (If Uraraka throws the boy out of the window, claiming it’s her ‘duty as class representative’, nobody bats an eye. She’s staying in character, hand chops and all.)
A minute passes, with only nine left. Shouto Todoroki walks in, calm as usual as he sits at his desk. Then he pauses, blinks, and says, “You guys are so manly” in the most unenthusiastic tone the phrase has ever been spoken in.
Another minute goes, with eight remaining. Mineta runs back into the classroom, Quirk-supplied balls notably absent, and Uraraka lets him sit down. Fumikage Tokoyami follows seconds after, looking at them all with disinterest before sitting at his desk. He doesn’t say a word, and no one is quite sure if he’s playing a character or not.
Two minutes pass, six are left. Momo Yaoyorozu walks in, expression one of regret as she passes the front, before schooling into determination.
“My apologies,” Yaoyorozu whispers, and that’s the only warning Ashido gets before the normally prim and proper girl tugs at the other’s skirt, lifting it a mere centimeter before rushing off, face bright red and full of remorse. The class stares for a moment before everyone forces themselves back into character, sure that their shock will end there.
A minute passes, five remain, and the class is proven wrong as Katsuki Bakugou walks in. His head is down, shoulders drawn in, and for once the boy seems to have found his belt and his tie. His peers blink at how poorly the tie is done, surprised.
“Explains why he never wears a tie,” Hagakure remarks, voice passive, and the class is surprised when Bakugou doesn’t shout before remembering the goal of the day.
Two minutes pass, and only three remain. Tenya Iida walks in, looking displeased at being so ‘late’ even as he tries to relax. Sadly, the boy can’t quite untense his shoulders as he shoots a wide smile at his peers before dropping into his seat.
Another minute passes, and the class grows restless. No one is quite sure how to talk to their peers, because they can’t quite tell who is who. A few are obvious, with Yaoyorozu as Mineta- the poor girl- and Kirishima as Satou, but too many are just acting shy and some are just smiling wider than usual. It’s not much of a change.
The final minute passes, and the bell rings. Aizawa stands up, looking around.
“Good morning, students,” Aizawa says, and that’s all he gets a chance to say before the door slams open.
And then Izuku Midoriya walks in, his normally bunched up, too short tie completely forgotten, shirt untucked and pants starting to sag. The class stares at him as he walks into the room without so much as a ‘hello’ or an explanation for his lateness, nonchalantly making his way to his desk.
Or so they thought.
Midoriya stops a desk too early, glaring at Bakugou with a look of open disdain that no one from 1-A has ever seen on his face before.
And then he opens his mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing in my seat, shitty nerd?” Midoriya asks, lips parted into a sneer that is far too similar to Bakugou’s for his peers’ liking. “Get the fuck up, Deku .”
Bakugou, apparently Midoriya, scrambles out of the spot, eyes wide and teary. “R-right, Kacchan!” He bows awkwardly before moving into Midoriya’s normal spot, trembling even after Midoriya drops into the blond’s seat, a smirk on his face.
“No fucking way,” Ashido whispers, accidentally breaking character, and Aizawa shoots a glare at her that shuts her right up.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa starts, and to 1-A’s surprise Midoriya looks up without hesitation, but with a look that seems to try defying authority without words. “Try not to be late next time.”
Midoriya rolls his eyes, and somehow the action is enough to further shake his peers. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get started or something.” He sounds bored, as if he’s ready to just ditch class and go back to the dorms.
Aizawa does, indeed, start class, brushing off Midoriya. The rest of the class slowly looks away from the greenet, and the day continues.
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The day continues, but it’s one of the most bizarre days that 1-A has ever faced, and perhaps ever will. If one were to ask the students what they considered the oddest moment, it’s unclear what would be the final, definitive answer. Some considered their peers’ entrances to be the most shocking, as it was the first impression they all got of one another- and some personalities were so different, they’d be ingrained into their heads forever. Ashido would point to this moment, as Midoriya and Bakugou’s interaction had shaken her to her very core.
However, others may point to different moments of the day. Hagakure would point to English class, where Yamada-sensei freaked out upon hearing one of his favorite students- yet again, Midoriya- talk…
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“Alright, listeners!” Yamada cheers, smacking his hand on the board with far too much enthusiasm for a Monday morning. “Who can tell me the correct way to arrange the following words?” He gestures to the cluster of words that he’s written, all in English of course. “Bonus points if you can explain why , of course!”
The room is silent, each student trying to figure out how they’re supposed to react. Ashido, for once, cringes as she realizes that she should raise her hand, as she’s Yaoyorozu...but she doesn’t actually know the answer, which is quite un-Yaoyorozu like, in her opinion.
On the other end of the spectrum, Iida practically vibrates in frustration, knowing that Kaminari never answers unless he absolutely has too, and even then the answer is usually thrown together. It’s rather frustrating, in his opinion, and Iida makes a mental note to talk to the electric boy about this issue...and then promptly wonders if making mental notes is breaking character or not.
As Ashido panics internally and Iida has a mental crisis that starts to edge towards ‘mental breakdown’ territory, Yamada decides to call on one of his favorite students, oblivious to the reaction he’ll get.
“Midoriya!” Yamada cheers, and doesn’t notice how Bakugou glances up after a mere second of hesitation. “What do you think it is, buddy?”
Midoriya slumps further into his seat, eyeing the board with obvious boredom as Bakugou makes a show of biting his lip, puffing out his cheeks in contemplation.
“I, uh,” Bakugou starts, but it’s too soft and Yamada doesn’t notice it.
“Midoriya?” Yamada tries again, and his smile drops into a soft frown when Midoriya, once again, doesn’t pay any mind to the teacher. “Listener, are you alright?”
Here, Midoriya does look up, but it’s to roll his eyes and scoff. Yamada pauses at the noise, and opens his mouth to ask a question when Bakugou finally speaks up.
“Sensei, the- the answer would be ‘I will run with my friends on the Friday after next’, right?” Bakugou looks to Yamada with an obviously hesitant expression, and a few students have to hold back their laughter when they see the confused look on their teacher’s face.
“Ah, yes,” Yamada says after a moment, nodding. “That’s correct, Bakugou! Thanks for answering!”
“I didn’t fucking answer, but go off,” Midoriya mutters under his breath, and those nearby do their best to hold in their laughter. Yamada blinks, looking at Midoriya with a concerned gaze.
“Listener?” Yamada asks, eyebrows creasing as he slowly asks, “What did you just say?”
Midoriya shrugs, the movement fluid and lazy. Raising his voice, he repeats, “I didn’t fucking answer, but go off.” Lips twitching into a smirk, he asks, “Happy now, sensei ?”
Yamada shakes his head slightly, lips curving downwards more and more with every passing second.
“But I...I was talking to Bakugou ?”
“Yeah, I fucking know ,” Midoriya snarks, and Yamada looks terrified at Midoriya’s tone of voice.
“Excuse me for a moment, class,” Yamada says, and then walks outside, shutting the door. This action does nothing to give him privacy, as the entire class easily hears as the man shouts, presumably into his phone, “ Shouta ! What the fresh fuck is happening to Midoriya today?” A pause, then, “He’s swearing , Sho! He never swears! Did you break him?!”
Inside of the classroom, Midoriya doesn’t even bat an eye, instead leaning his head back and shutting his eyes, tuning out the world. He doesn’t react when a clearly shaken Yamada returns, and the rest of the class is in awe at the boy’s lack of reactions to Yamada’s dramatic ones.
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Of course, there are moments that don’t relate to Midoriya that are just as memorable. If one asked Jirou for her favorite part of the day, she’d point to the many, many times that Kirishima pulled out sugar at completely random times, only to chug the packets with a slight grimace, then proceed to act like he had gotten stronger. Aoyama adored every time that Kouda threw glitter, which usually happened after a teacher said something he liked, or during breaks between classes. Asui croaked out a laugh when Iida tried speaking in memes, only to utterly fail in his attempts, to the point that Kaminari broke character in order to give Iida a crash course in online humor.
Some students don’t stand out much on their own, but definitely shine when next to the right person. Todoroki, for example, seemed to excel the most when banking off of Midoriya, complimenting the boy and actually smiling a few times. Tokoyami’s character was only revealed when he followed Bakugou around, beak curving into a subtle smile as he muttered about how, “you’re clearly All Might’s child, Midoriya”, which earned Tokoyami a quick scowl before Bakugou remembered himself, and instead gave a stuttered denial.
And, of course, there was the class that made and broke multiple students’ impressions, and confirmed everyone’s belief that Izuku Midoriya is a terrifying actor... Foundational Hero Training .
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Class 1-A heads off to their Foundational Hero Training course at long last. The twenty students go to their locker rooms to change- with Uraraka having to throw Mineta into the boy’s locker room before slamming the girl’s door shut behind her- and everyone opens their cases without any further excitement.
And then Midoriya lets out a shout.
“Who the fuck let me grab the wrong case?!” Midoriya shouts, and everyone blinks in surprise, first at the swearing, then at his apparent mistake. Because Midoriya is holding case number eighteen, which... is his case.
“Midoribro, that’s not the wrong one?” Kirishima points out, confused, but then he lets out a squeak when Midoriya grabs him by the shirt and pulls him close.
“Listen up, Sugar High ,” Midoriya snarls, and someone snorts, “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, calling me by Deku’s name, but this isn’t my fucking costume!” Unlatching it, he points to the green jumpsuit and says, “Like I’d wear a bunny suit .”
None of the boys seem to know whether to laugh or cry at that. So they just stare at him as he turns on Bakugou, yanking the boy’s case out of his hands before shoving his own in place of it. The blond in question glares at Midoriya for a moment, then quickly fixes his face into a pathetic frown before nodding, rushing to get into the costume.
“Are...are we supposed to swap outfits?” Hanta asks, and gets a few shrugs in return.
“I refuse to wear that cloak,” Aoyama says bluntly, pointing at Tokoyami’s outfit. “There’s no shine.”
“I don’t think I can fit into Kaminari- I mean, my outfit!” Iida says, awkwardly chopping his hand.
“Bunch of wimps,” Midoriya complains, and then he scowls as he pulls out the gauntlets that come with Bakugou’s outfit.
Bakugou looks over, eyes narrowing as he looks at the gear, his own hands holding the arm braces that Midoriya usually wears. The 1-A boys freeze, wondering if the two will break character over this. They...they wouldn’t continue if it meant risking damage to themselves, would it?
Luckily, Midoriya seems to have a way to get around the issue without letting up on the snarky personality. Scowl growing, he says, “Deku, give me those stupid braces.”
“Y-yes, Kacchan,” Bakugou replies, forcing the stutter as he holds out the requested pieces. In return, Midoriya shoves the gauntlets at Bakugou.
“You can carry these around, maybe you’ll be able to throw better hits after carrying the extra weight,” Midoriya comments rudely, already pulling the braces on and stomping out of the locker room. Bakugou quickly follows. It’s a rather odd sight, seeing Bakugou in a green jumpsuit that’s a few inches too small, with his normal gauntlets and boots.
Todoroki blushes as he pulls on his own costume, and Kirishima looks at him oddly.
“What’s up with you?” Kirishima asks, and Todoroki avoids eye contact.
“Mid- Bakubro looks extra manly today,” Todoroki gets out, and Kirishima laughs at the impression.
As it turns out, the girls have a similar reaction to the sight of Midoriya in the explosive teen’s tank-top-including hero outfit. Midoriya, for his part, simply huffs and looks away, acting as if he’s unaffected by the attention.
All Might blinks at the outfit, looking between Midoriya and Bakugou with quickly growing confusion.
“Young Midoriya,” All Might starts, and is promptly cut off by Bakugou’s cheerful, “Yes, All Might?”
All Might looks at Bakugou with apprehension, then rubs his eyes. “Young...Bakugou?” He asks warily.
“What do you want ?” Midoriya asks, and All Might actually takes a step back, much to the growing delight of 1-A.
“I...I may need to go see Recovery Girl,” All Might admits to the class sheepishly. “I do believe I’ve hit my head on something.”
“Nonsense, All Might!” Uraraka shouts, chopping her hand through the air thoroughly. “Our peers are simply doing an assignment, there is nothing to be concerned about!”
This seems to bring relief to the hero, who chuckles awkwardly before finally starting the lesson.
Things, of course, only go worse from there.
Mainly because All Might decides the day will be focused on sparring - specifically Quirk fights. Unfortunately, when All Might calls out for the pairs, he uses their real names...which means most of the students don’t go where their teacher tells them to. A few do, but that’s only because they’re set to fight one another...namely Sero and Ojirou, and, of course, Bakugou and Midoriya.
All Might has the bright idea to have everyone watch the individual matches, stating that they can all improve by seeing what their peers do correctly and incorrectly.
Which means that everyone sees the shitshow that promptly goes down the moment Bakugou and Midoriya’s fight begins.
Really, with how spot on Midoriya has been all day, no one should have been surprised that Midoriya would change his fighting style to match Bakugou’s. But despite this obvious leap, everyone was still stunned when Midoriya charged forward immediately, starting with an infamous right hook.
“That’s Bakugou’s opening move,” Uraraka murmurs, eyes widening in awe as Bakugou leaps out of the way, clearly confused by the movement- and apparently irritated, if his narrowed eyes are anything to go by.
“He’s so manly ,” Todoroki whispers when Midoriya dodges Bakugou’s right hook, letting out a taunting, “Tryin’ to copy me, shitty nerd? As if I’m that predictable.”
“Oh shit,” Kaminari murmurs, once more breaking character. “He’s roasting Bakugou.”
“I don’t talk like that,” Shouji murmurs through one of his extra limbs, then realizes his mistake and winces.
The fight only devolves from there, Midoriya throwing out insults and goading Bakugou, riling up the blond as he effortlessly leads the fight. A few gasps can be heard when Midoriya mimics Bakugou’s explosive ‘flight’ by flicking his fingers at the ground, using bursts of air to shoot himself above Bakugou in a precise motion that helps him land a solid hit on the blond.
“Motherfucker!” Bakugou shouts, and Midoriya laughs.
“Look at that, the nerd has a mouth on him!” Smiling cruelly, he says, “And here I thought that was beat out of you years ago.”
And everyone knows that the line is the killing blow when Bakugou freezes, only to restart with a shriek of rage and an explosive punch. Everyone winces, worried for Midoriya- only to be soothed when the boy easily pins Bakugou, knocking him to the ground.
“Looks like you’re still below me, huh,” Midoriya says, voice contemplative yet cocky, smirking cruelly. “I’m not surprised, you’ve always been a pebble underneath my feet.”
In the blink of an eye, Midoriya is thrown off of Bakugou, the blond shoving the greenet to the floor before storming off, leaving Midoriya on the ground.
As Bakugou stomps away, screaming incoherently, All Might can only turn to Midoriya with a concerned expression.
“Are you quite alright, my boy?” All Might asks, and the class watches on as Midoriya turns to him with a sneer.
“I’m not your boy ,” Midoriya snarls, teeth exposed, and then scoffs as he pulls himself off of the ground. “As if I’d ever be related to you .”
Uraraka can’t help but break character in order to console the Number One Hero, who, despite knowing that Midoriya and Bakugou have ‘swapped’ personalities, seems hurt by the words.
(All Might would later admit to Midoriya that he had, indeed, been wounded by the scathing insults, to which Midoriya would apologize with an overabundance of tears.)
Midoriya, for his part, just stomps away from the sad hero, angrily muttering about how ‘stupid Deku tried to impersonate me’.
As if on cue, the bell rings, ending the period. Awkwardly, the rest of 1-A heads back to the changing rooms, then to their classroom, wondering what their teacher will say upon their return.
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Aizawa sighs as he looks over his notes, observations he’d noticed and comments he’d received from his coworkers written down for him to factor into his students’ final scores for the day. Glancing up, he scans his twenty students- all of whom currently work silently- and recalls what he’s seen and heard.
Most did well. It was a fun activity, he supposes, so it makes sense. Of course, most of them had flaws in their performances.
Some, like Ashido, had an unfortunate habit of breaking character- especially when they thought they wouldn’t be noticed. The morning was especially bad, as it was obvious that the early students had assumed he was actually asleep- as if he’d miss their first attempts at acting as someone else. He’ll have to talk to those students, make sure they understand that the moments where they think they’re safe are the most dangerous ones, as that’s when an enemy can get the jump on them.
Then there are those like Todoroki, who didn’t quite act well enough. Sure, Todoroki said all of the right phrases, and even stuck to the right ‘friends’, once he knew who was supposed to be who for the most part, but the emotion was nonexistent. Words and actions aren’t always enough, emotions- fake or not- are also part of the equation when it comes to personas.
And, of course, there are those who reduced their assigned classmates to one-off jokes or vague representations. While Kirishima’s random consumptions of sugar did clarify who he was, Satou is much more than that. Hell, if Kirishima had just mentioned a new episode for some random baking show, he would have been much better off than he is now, having downed at least thirty packets of sugar.
Finally, there are those who cracked after seeing how they were portrayed...like Bakugou. Which, in the blond’s case, is quite disappointing, because Bakugou had been doing quite well. The boy had been nearly flawless in his execution of Midoriya’s little ticks and actions, from the stuttering to the poorly done tie. If their sparring match hadn’t been against one another, and Bakugou hadn’t seen how Midoriya had immediately copied his fighting style- which Aizawa will get back to, because that...that was impressive, dare he think it- he likely would have gone the entire day without folding. He would have been competing with Midoriya for the perfect score, but instead Aizawa has to dock off some points for that final reaction.
Which brings Aizawa to the one student who did perfectly. Izuku Midoriya, set up to be Katsuki Bakugou.
To be quite honest, Aizawa hadn’t expected Midoriya to do so well. Midoriya is a rather timid boy, most of the time, always flinching away from sudden movements and questioning himself. But apparently, ‘most of the time’ doesn’t include when Midoriya has to act, because Midoriya had come in, metaphorical guns blazing, going so far as to be late in order to make a grand entrance. From there, Midoriya had acted just like his peer, from the cursing to the casual, slouched posture that Bakugou always has.
‘ Doesn’t Midoriya have an analysis notebook? ’ Aizawa wonders, recalling a few mentions of the thing. He’s pretty sure that it’s about Quirks, but Aizawa wouldn’t be surprised to hear that it’s got more than just that by now. And considering Midoriya has known Bakugou for years, the two coming from the same middle school, and likely the same elementary school as well...well, if Midoriya has been analyzing for that long, it’s not too big of a stretch to see how Midoriya was able to copy the boy so perfectly.
(Although a part of Aizawa is concerned about what apparently happened at the end of the fight. Midoriya’s comments are...worrying, to say the least. He’ll have to talk with the boy soon, but that’s for another day.)
‘ At least he scared the shit out of Hizashi, ’ Aizawa thinks with a smirk. Nodding to himself, Aizawa gives Midoriya all three prizes- the perfect score, extra credit, and a note that he has a free pass to get out of any assignment he wants. Aizawa doubts that the boy will actually use it, but he’s earned it. Acting like Bakugou must have been tough, straying so far away from his own nature and having to face the surprised reactions of his teachers without so much as flinching.
Actually...Aizawa wonders how Midoriya would fare, acting as someone newer to him. With Bakugou, the boy has had years to study his person...what if he’s only known the subject of choice for months , and doesn’t see them out of school?
“Midoriya,” Aizawa calls out, just as the bell rings. With the day ending, the problem child finally listens to the sound of his actual name, perking up. “Stay after for a moment, will you?”
Midoriya nods, and Aizawa watches as the class empties out. It’s only when the two of them are remaining that Aizawa smirks and asks, “Midoriya, how would you like to impersonate someone else for tomorrow?”
Midoriya’s eyes spark with anticipation, a question falling from his lips automatically. “Who would it be, sensei?” Midoriya asks, and Aizawa hums.
“Myself,” Aizawa answers, and Midoriya’s shaky smile quickly turns into a wide grin.
“I’d be honored,” Midoriya says, and Aizawa finds himself mirroring the boy’s expression.
“Perfect,” Aizawa says, and internally he thinks, ‘ I can’t wait to see how this goes… ’
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It goes wonderfully. Aizawa has to hide his smirk when Midoriya walks into class seconds before the bell, a mug of coffee in his hand and a spare capture weapon wrapped around his neck- which Aizawa didn’t even give him, how did Midoriya get that?-, with a tired expression worn into his face.
Instantly, the silence is replaced with a multitude of questions, the rest of 1-A trying to understand this change of events. Midoriya glares at the class, and Aizawa almost chokes because Midoriya’s eyes seem to glint and darken despite the boy not having a Quirk to do that .
“Silence, or you’re out,” Midoriya says, and the room falls quiet. Well, except for one.
“Why do you get to dress up again?” Mineta asks, and Midoriya sighs and points to the door.
“Get out,” Midoriya says. “You’re expelled.”
As the class devolves into pandemonium once again, Aizawa decides that he’s completely okay with his decisions.
‘ Maybe next time, they’ll listen to my goddamn lecture, ’ Aizawa thinks, and if he chuckles, only one green-haired boy actually catches it.
And that is quite alright.