Summary: Despite what the rumors say about their homeroom teacher, Class 1-A knows that Aizawa-sensei is actually a softie.
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Momo inwardly groaned as her stomach clenched painfully, protesting the fact that she had skipped breakfast this morning. She hadn't meant to, but she had accidentally shut off her alarm and went back to sleep. If Jirou hadn't come to check on her so they could walk to class together, Momo was certain she would have overslept.
It was a good thing today was a classroom lesson rather than a field one; she was certain that if she tried to create something with her Quirk, she would faint. The last thing she wanted to do was explain to Aizawa-sensei that she couldn't participate in training because she skipped breakfast.
Her stomach gave an audible growl and she ducked her head into her arms, face reddening from embarrassment. Momo was certain that those closest to her had heard and she wanted nothing more than to disappear from the classroom.
… Or have something to eat.
She lifted her head slightly to glance up at the clock, noticing that it was still a few hours until lunch. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she could last a few more hours and her stomach agreed painfully. Picking up her pencil, Momo tried to focus on the current lesson. It was something regarding… media? Her notes provided no useful hints, seeing as she hasn't written anything since the lesson started. She would have to ask Jirou or Todoroki to see their notes later.
Her stomach gave another loud rumble and she pressed a hand to it, a vain attempt in trying to muffle the sound. Why didn't she pack any snacks in her bag? Even a small handful of nuts would be good right now.
Just as Momo was debating whether she should ask to visit Recovery Girl, there was a light thump on her desk and she immediately straightened, taking in her surroundings. Everyone around her was taking notes, copying what was written on the blackboard. Aizawa-sensei was walking down an aisle next to her, heading back to the front of the class with one hand holding a notebook at eye-level as the other held a piece of chalk. On the corner of her desk was a rice ball and applesauce packet.
She glanced between the food on her desk and Aizawa-sensei, putting two and two together. Smiling, Momo picked up the applesauce packet and twisted off the cap, sucking on it while she began copying down notes, feeling better already.
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Published 4 November 2017