Terumi didn't know if he'd ever sleep again, he'd stayed up every night for the past few days worrying about Aizawa. The hospital said he'd be fine, but complications were a thing. His restless nights were filled with thoughts like these, worrying endlessly about the man who was now his father. School rolled around once more and he was dreading it.
He entered the classroom quietly, hoping to not draw attention to himself, but it turned out to be a useless endeavor. (just like the hero) His classmates all turned to him as he entered, it seems they had been waiting for him. He waved weakly and went to his seat, not really paying them any attention. He put his head down and sighed, today was going to be mentally draining.
Suddenly everyone was freaking out about something. He looked up to see what all the fuss was about and froze. Standing there, doing his best impression of a mummy, was Aizawa. Terumi was speechless. This man was gravely injured, but he stilled showed up to teach school. Terumi stood up, "What the fuck", Iida gave a disapproving look but did nothing, "You had both your arms broken and your face pounded into the ground, yet you're still going to come to work? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Aizawa gave him a look, "as I said on day one, there's no time to waste. My health doesn't matter." Terumi glared at him, "I disagree." Aizawa sighs and tries to signal to him that they'll talk about this later, "sit down, we have an important topic to cover today." Terumi begrudgingly complies and waits for his father to continue.
Aizawa gives the class an intense stare, "the UA sports festival is coming up soon." The usual rowdy students started celebrating that it was something fun. Yaoyorozu spoke up, "is it really so wise to be doing this so soon after a villain attack?" Aizawa does a so-so motion with his head, "maybe not, but this is UA's way of saying we won't back down, now then, you better get ready for training hell." Terumi finally displayed an expression that wasn't negative, he smirked. He was ready to train his ass off. He was still worried about his dad of course, but he couldn't disappoint him. He was going to win the sports festival.
(end of the school day)
Everyone was packing up and preparing to head out, glad to be done with another day of school. When some of the students that went to leave opened the door however, they were met with a crowd of people. "w-what's this?" Bakugou scoffed, "they're here to scout the competition, size up the class who's fought actual villains." Terumi cracks his neck and stares them down, "well, here we are. Humans, just like you." He cracks a smirk to match Bakugou's, "If you think you can come get us, you're welcome to try." A boy with messy purple hair emerges from the crowd, "So, this is the famous class 1A huh? Seem pretty arrogant to me. This isn't just a casual visit you know, it's a declaration of war. We general studies students have been told that if we perform well enough we could potentially take your spots." Terumi scowls but then it morphs into a smile, "you speak of arrogance, but you come in here with a statement so brazen", he approaches the crowd and an aura of barely restrained bloodlust hangs heavily in the air, "Well then, if you think that you can take our spots", he laughs mirthlessly, "come and take them."
The crowd stumbles back as Terumi walks past them and leaves.
(a couple days later)
Terumi is standing in a training facility, he is currently trying to master transitioning energy he already has out between different forms, rather than just bring more out into the world. This has lead to the discovery that the energy cannot exist for long before more needs to be pumped into the world, something that frustrates him to no end, "Damnit!" He had just witnessed his fifteenth attempt fizzle out, "Why the fuck is it only twelve seconds?", he lets out a frustrated scream and punches the wall, leaving a sizable dent.
He feels a hand land on his shoulder, "chill out little listener, you know what they say! practice makes perfect!" Terumi looks over at his blonde second dad, "easy for you to say, your quirk is literally just being loud." Mic gasps and puts a hand over his heart, "How could you listener? I'll have you know that it took very intense training to reach this level of sustainability! And what about my support equipment as well? It took me months to figure it out!" Terumi rolled his eyes, "It took you months to figure out you could point sound in a direction, and your solution also gives you back problems."
The cockatoo resembling man pouts and turns away, "fine, I guess you're good to just train on your own", Terumi gives a thumbs up, "That's what I was trying to communicate." An offended loud boi leaves and Terumi continues his training, he would not lose. He couldn't let his dad down, not after what he went through. Terumi would make his dad proud.
A/N: well, well, well. It would seem I'm still alive so I might as well start getting my shit together and actually work on this stuff. See ya next time.
P.S. Sorry this one is short, I wrote most of it and then just kinda left it, so I just wanted to get it done.