With the approval from the families of class 1-A taken care of and the moving dealt with, Aizawa was finally able to crawl back into his sleeping bag and sleep. The past few days were overly stressing and he abhorred being brought up for attention. The teacher's lounge was conformable enough, and had just begun to drift off before a soft "Aizawa, a word please" from Nezu.
An opened blood shot eye was all the principle needed. "I've looked over the layout of our student's living arrangements and noticed that Bakugo is placed in the male's wing."
Aizawa sat up fully awake now, 'of course Nezu would know' nodding. Then it dawns on him. Bakugo was on the boy side of the building. Bakugo is not a boy… A migraine was building, he knows where this conversation is leading up to.
"I've notified the movers to arrive once more. But I feel that our young egg must be informed of her room change when the students arrive tomorrow to unpack their belongings." He spoke out in cheery tone "And there might be slight confusion, so it would be best to clear that up before classes begin."
'I knew this was coming, but I liked it more when Nezu shows his sadistic side to the students.' With a blank look all he can do is agree, and prepare for a long day tomorrow. His brats were going to be even more annoying and distracted.
"How about I make you some tea."
"I think I'll be needing something much stronger."
The weekend had come too soon and Aizawa could see the buses unloading his students. He really wanted to squeeze into his sleeping bag and nap through the whole day but alas couldn't, so he straightened up and prepared for the worst.
As the homeroom sensei of class 1-A, it was up to Aizawa to set order and guidance to his pupils. He took his position seriously and handled it with a logical mindset. He was a pro hero with over a decade of experience under his belt. That being said, he was already dreading having to handle the incoming storm that will surely occur when he informs Bakugo that she will have to move to the girl's wing of the building.
Staying up without sleep for missions- no problem, facing countless villains -piece of cake, outing a fifteen year old girl to her peers- he can already practically feel her glare; which he now knows is inherited from her oddly terrifying mother. Thank whatever deity that Bakugo Mitsuki had chosen fashion over a career in villainy. He really wants a nap.
He went to greet his pupils outside and spoke about the layout of the building and where they would find different rooms. They were finally allowed in, pouring in with awed looks and excitement of having a place to themselves.
Some took in the lounge area, filled with couches, tables, and power outlets with glee and beamed at the large flat screen that was set up on one of the walls. Most students eyed the TV thinking of the game consoles they had brought from home, while others of potential movie nights. Kaminari had been thrilled with all the power outlets, thinking that he wouldn't have to be a human charger anymore.
Others had moved toward the kitchen opening the fridge and pantries finding it to be fully stocked with ingredients for meals and snacks to binge on during test weeks and study time. All appliances were the latest models and fully functional from the stove and fridge to even a coffee machine for their not so morning people.
Bakugo had been pleased to know that she wouldn't have to survive on only microwavable noodles from the corner store every day of the week.
Even the dining table was large to hold all twenty two student at once if they wished. They were all busy interacting and talking over how they would style their rooms and handle their new found independence, until Aizawa stepped in. All students were silent and awaited his instructions.
"Alright, so each of you have a room of your own fully equipped with basic necessities; besides that you'll have to share the dining, bathing, lounge and laundry areas" He took a slight pause, "The boys are on the left wing and the girls" throwing a barely there glance at Bakugo "are on the right. Your sent luggage is in your marked designated rooms so go ahead and unpack."
He let most of them walk toward their designated sides until he called out in an indifferent tone "Bakugo, I need to speak with you" before the 'boy' could walk off toward the left. Bakugo paused and with great reluctance walked back toward him, signaling to a puzzled Kirishima to keep going, and greeted him with a blank look.
Not being one for much words, that was more of Hizashi's style, he just presented the new dorm number Bakugo would reside in and was straight forward, "Being female, we felt it best for you to cohabit in the east wing of the building." She remains silent so he continues "Your larger items are in the new room, just the recently sent ones need to be moved."
She gave him an analyzing look and let out a soft huff, rubbing a hand over her neck. Nodding her head she just says "Figures the lazy asses couldn't take the rest of my stuff to the right room" and makes way, current bag in hand to the opposite side.
Aizawa seems to be losing his touch if a first year is surprising him this much in less than a year. He was prepared to subdue an enraged ranting teen, and instead received and apathetic almost bored Bakugo. Still needing an answer for at least one thing to clear an unease he has he asks "Bakugo, just to be sure, this is not opposing a path of discovery for you- "
"I'm female Aizawa sensei, and I'm not hiding it. No one asked and I just didn't give a fu- didn't care to correct anyone" She holds his gaze to ensure he understands what she's saying and seems to find it as she moves toward her dorm.
Lost in thought, 'that went easier than expected' he takes a seat at one of the couches and considers this being a good time to catch up on some sleep. Closing his eyes only to open them again to the sound of "Bakugo what the hell!" from several girls and-
"Blasty's a dude!"
"Bakubro's not a guy"
"I TOLD A GIRL SHE HAS THE PERSONALITY OF A SEWAGE!" from three eavesdropping boys.
He really wants a nap.