Good evening! A couple things- How do we feel about the points of view, first for Chiyo and third for Aizawa? Good? I hope so. I really enjoy it, as it gives you multiple perspectives without being overly obnoxious. Also: Mineta. I'm conflicted over writing his lisp (which is in the dubbed anime and my personal favorite) or using descriptive words following his quotes, as is the professional method. This is simply fanfiction, though, so I don't think it'd be too big of a deal. What do you guys think? Leave me some comments! I've extremely enjoyed all the reviews this little story has received. It means SO much to me to see people are enjoying this. We're on a slow train to learning about Chiyo, but I'm excited for the journey!


Monday. It was still ten minutes before the first bell would ring and I felt like I was going to vomit or melt into a terrified, shivering little puddle.

Maybe both.

Already a trail had been carved into the rug closest to my desk, worn in by my persistent pacing. It didn't help that half of Class 1-A composed the first hour of my morning, the best of the best hero potentials sliced into two groups for the first time, just for me. To focus on each individual student, I'd requested smaller class sizes.

Imagine my pure surprise when the wish was actually granted.

I scrutinized my schedule for the millionth time. Homeroom was listed first- did that mean the kids on my roster were my homeroom? I could've sworn Principal Nezu told me homeroom occurred at the end of the day. Two medium piles of assignment books were neatly stacked on the corner of my desk, bright with UA's colors and logo. Were they for homeroom kids or just my regular first hour kids? I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth bothering someone over to find out.

"Good morning!"

I turned to find Toshinori-chan in my doorway, grinning. I could only supply a feeble little smile as I eased on over, trying to still my quaking legs. He chuckled, offering one of the two white cups he currently cradled in his long-fingered hands. I took it, nodded my head in thanks.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"Terrified," My voice was weak and fluttery. I took a long, hard pull on the dark coffee he'd brought, surprised by the slight kick of caramel. Had he memorized my order?

"Don't worry, the kids are actually pretty decent, and they've already had a positive taste of you from your interview day. If anything, they'll just be glad to be in a class not involving math or anything too physical,"
I lolled my head in his direction, expression flat. Toshi's grin only grew and he clinked his cup with mine. "Plus you're kind and release a pretty soothing vibe. If anything, your biggest issue will be trying to hype them up, not the other way around."

"They probably need the calming atmosphere after dealing with Aizawa every day," I grumbled into my frothy cup. The shaggy blonde laughed, feet dragging back towards the door. He must have his own classes to teach, I realized, flicking my eyes towards the clock. The ticking seconds felt closer to unleashing an atomic bomb rather than some teenage students.

"Aizawa's not actually a bad guy. Pretty much the opposite, actually."

"Agree to disagree,"

"He's not the most talkative, sure, and when he is it's usually pretty straightforward and exhaustingly honest, but his heart's in the right place. He's just...Aizawa,"

Toshinori Yagi was nice and I trusted him, but this all seemed a little too naive to completely believe. He was nearly out of the door and the bell would ring any second now, but I was still curious.

"I take it you've known him a long time?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. We used to run into each other in the field,"

"Field?" I asked, confused. Toshi suddenly tripped, holding his coffee high as he tried to regain his balance. He rose with a bout of strange laughter, moving steadily closer to the door, more hurried than even before.

"All Might would, I mean! I often take record of his outings for...training purposes."

"I see,"

I didn't see; I'd stopped listening after the golden words "All Might". Speaking of which, I hadn't seen the rippling mass of muscles anywhere this morning. Before I could inquire of his tasty whereabouts, the bell rang and a wave of nerves came rolling back in, just as the breathing skeleton all but ran out the door, waving as he went.

"Good luck! Not that you'll need it! Welcome to UA Academy!"

I swallowed, feeling nauseous all over again. You went to school for years, specifically for this. There's no reason to be so nervous; they're just teenagers. They don't even know the difference between mortgages and mortuaries yet. If the kids from the other day are similar at all to the others, you'll be fine.

I stepped into the hall, face pleasant.

Shota Aizawa boredly stared back.

No.

His wiry body was resting against his door frame, arms crossed and face unmoving. I tried to remember what Toshinori had said, how he praised this skinny douchebag, and bit back any comment my mind might've tried to spit out. Instead I (tried to) smile, falling back against my own open door.

"Mr. Aizawa."
"Tsutomi," He acknowledged plainly. That's okay; I didn't need him to display anything more than basically civility. I nodded to myself and he shifted, as if wanting to say something.
"About the other day-"
"Heyyy, hottie newbie! Thcore!"

Both of our attention turned and I watched in horror as that little purple-balled pervert waved jovially, heading in my direction. Hair whipped my face as I shook my disapproval; of course I'd get this kid first thing in the morning. I noted he was again being chased down- this time by that class rep with the glasses and speed quirk, Iida- and two other faces I recognized from the other day. At last he caught up, slapping Mineta's forehead with a string of reprimands. Crocodile tears flooded out of the Mineta's eyes and he turned to me, expecting a rescue. I wiped at my nose and looked away, aloof.

"Oh, come on! I was being nice!" He groaned. I stared him down until he at last shriveled, hopefully recalling my previous, real-as-life threat. I wondered if that was the method I'd have to use all year with this little creep-o. His baubles bounced with each of his footsteps as he scampered into the classroom, the others hot on his heels.

"Sorry, what were you saying before?"

Aizawa had apathetically watched the whole scene unfold before him and now slowly brought his attention back to me. My smile came easier this time; who knows, maybe I'd actually grow to like these kids. Mineta was clearly an idiot, but a harmless one, and they had helped me land this job; without their quirks I never would have made it to begin with. Already I could feel my nervousness ebbing away. Even Aizawa seemed less intimidating, regardless of his near foot-taller height and closed-off persona.
He seemed to consider me, again about to speak, when an eruption of cacophony echoed out of my room. I turned, keeping my calm, to see the students had discovered their unconventional seating and less-glaring lighting situation.

"Ah! A teacher who possesses ingenuity and a flare for unorthodox atmospheres! Excellent! Perhaps the comfort one finds themself in impacts their overall learning?"
"Wow, look at the lights- they look like stars!"
"There's not even a glare on the board because of them-"
"Holy crap! Maybe we should get Mr. Aizawa over here; he could theriously take a page outta this lady's book-"

I couldn't help it- I smirked. That shit-eating grin was far quicker than my trained expressions of passiveness and reservation, but I had at least enough humility to not look directly at Aizawa's probably-soured face. A curtain of hair fell in my face upon my bent head and I hid behind it, trying to compose myself once more. A great, heaving sigh that was quickly becoming familiar filled the space between us. I peeked up to find his face a little less grim and more or less exhausted, eyes just as rimmed as before with an unhealthy, creeping red. My lips were still quirking up and I swear a muscle in his cheek twitched.

"I'm still not convinced you're cut out for this profession, especially in a school such as this, and I still thinking you're hiding something." I debated protesting but the final bell rang and Aizawa rose, looking away from me and towards his filled classroom.

"Regardless, welcome to UA Academy...Miss Tsutomi."