Disclaimer: I don't own Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)/
"So...who broke it?" The question hung in the air. "I'm not mad, I just wanna know." Silence was the only thing that met Aizawa as he stood in the teacher's lounge. A circle was around the object that was being questioned.
"I did. I broke-" Number 13 began but was interrupted as Aizawa waved his hand about.
"No. No you didn't. Mic?"
Present Mic looked offended and pressed his hand against his chest in a dramatic effect.
"Don't look at me!" He exclaimed then put his other hand on All Might's shoulder. "Look at All Might."
"What!?" The former Symbol of Peace jerked back slightly. "I didn't break it!"
Mic narrowed his eyes. "Thats funny, how did you know it was broken then?" He accused the skeletal man which made everyone in the room rolled their eyes at.
"Because it's sitting right in front of me and it's broken." All Might deadpanned as he pushed Mic's hand off his shoulder.
"Hmmm, suspicious." Mic crossed his arms, continuing to give the blond haired man an accusing glare. All Might scoffed at this. "No, no it's not."
Before the argument could continue, Blood King interrupted.
"If- if it matters, probably not but, Midnight was the last one to use it." At the mention of her name, the R-rated hero gasped.
"Oh my gosh, I don't even drink that crap!"
"Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?" Blood King hummed as he slightly glared at the woman.
"I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Blood King!" Midnight angrily shot back at the man, who was about to retort when 13 butted in, "Ok let's not fight."
"I broke it, let me pay for it Aiza-"
"No. Who broke it." Shouta's voice hardened, making everyone stop. They all glanced at each other but said nothing until,
"Cementoss." All Might muttered. "Cementos has been awfully quiet."
"Really?" Said man fumed and gave a chilling glare.
"Yes really!"
"Oh my gosh!"
"Well I didn't break it!"
As all the teachers began throwing accusations at each other, Principal Nedzu walked into the room and stood next to Aizawa. Shouta spoke up to the experiment before the principal said anything.
"I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it." The teacher explained. "I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each others throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick." He pulled out his eye drops and applied it to his dry irritated eyes before continuing,"Good. It was getting a little chummy in there."/
/Me: I should be sleeping.
Brain: Finish that one fic that has been sitting in your notes for a while.
Me: Thats a great idea.
It probably sucks very badly and I will probably have many regrets in the morning. Oh well. When I'm rested I may or may not redo it. Anyway, please review and I hope y'all have a wonderful day/night~
