Class 1-A is planning a party, for whatever reason, I do not know.

"Do any of you have a peanut allergy?" Aizawa-sensei says, reviewing his notes for the week on the podium. No one answers, so he spares the class a glance to make sure no one is raising their hand. He looks back down. "Okay, good." He closes the binder and sticks in on the shelf in the podium, facing the class fully. "Is there any other allergies I need to know about?"

Kaminari raises his hand, definitely giggling into his shoulder. Aizawa raises his eyebrows, calling on him nonetheless. "I'm allergic to black tar," He wheezes.

"Okay. So anything expect tar's allowed.." Aizawa rolls with it. A few students slam their heads on their desks.

Ashido groans loudly as she slumps in her chair. "Dammit." A few more classmates fold over to laugh on their desks.

This travesty cannot go on longer. Aizawa, as a sensible teacher of toddlers, has to put a stop to this. "Watch your profanity," he scolds.