Shoto Aizawa sighed, his vision getting blurry due to lack of sleep as he plops down in one of the seats in the teacher's lounge, Yamada furiously typing on his computer next to him, occasionally muttering to himself about how being a pro hero was easier than being a teacher.

Pushing the button to turn on the computer he waits for it to load, the rainbow circle going around and around, the sight making the pounding in his head increase ten-fold. Groaning once again, he turned towards Yamada, watching as he continued cursing, most likely grading papers. Yamada himself hadn't wanted to teach English, but it was the only subject besides math that he could talk about nonstop. Something that had ever been within three miles of the pro-hero knew.

"Yamada," Aizawa mumbled, running his hands through his hair before tying it up in a low ponytail, only to get a mere hum in response, Yamada's gaze never leaving the screen. "Have you talked to any of the Tsukumo's lately?"

He stopped his assault on the keys for a second, the only sounds in the room were their steady breathing and the clicking of heels in the hallway outside. "Like the Thick and Thin twins?" He questioned and Aizawa hummed, pulling up his email now that it had finally decided to load. "Well," Yamada starts, turning towards Aizawa with a small smile, a worry line creasing his eyebrows, "I talked to the youngest one a couple of days ago in English, and haven't talked to the twins since they graduated, why do you ask?"

"Just wondering." He simply replied, Yamada, looked as though he had many things that he wanted to say, but chose the smart path (For once), and closed his mouth once again, continuing the harsh assault on the keyboard in front of him, causing the migraine to flare again.

Aizawa stood up, walked over to his sleeping bag, and got in, he wanted all the peace he could get, because for some awful reason. He had a feeling there wouldn't be any for quite a while. That seems to be a recurring thing with the Tsukumo's, and it annoyed him to no end.

Two hours later he had finally come back into reality just to see Kayama's face peering at him through the peephole of the sleeping bag. He hadn't been asleep, but he had been zoning out, so he hadn't noticed when the R rated had walked into the faculty room and found him dozing off. "Hey Shota," She said in an annoyingly lighthearted, sing-song voice as he slowly unzips the bag, sitting up as he rubs his eyes.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, standing up before rolling the bright yellow sleeping bag and shoving it under his desk.

"Well," She sang, holding out the 'l' as Yamada laughed softly behind her. "I figured we could go out and celebrate! I've some news for you guys! Plus, we gotta show the kids even us oldies can party." Aizawa looked up with a sour look, he didn't care about showing the 'kids' that the oldies could party too. If he wanted to party he would go home and drink some liquor with his kids (Aka cats). But nonetheless, he sighed once again, glowering at the ground as he nodded.

"Fine." Kayama squeals, jumping up and down as Yamada smiled, looping his arm around his tired friend as they were dragged out of the faculty room.

Three hours later they're all at the bar, Kayama singing some terrible karaoke. Yamada laughed hysterically as he watched, his eyes wide as liquor pumped through his veins. Shota Aizawa sat in the barstool next to him, his head against the dark wood counters as a bottle of beer (His first that he had yet to finish) sat in front of him, little pools of water dripping down the bottle from condensation.

He did feel like he was a teenager again, and he still despised it as much as he did back then. Standing up he stretched, finally finishing his drink much to Yamada's happiness. "Imma head out now," Aizawa said, ignoring Yamada's whines. They both knew that Kayama was a lightweight- a fact that she didn't even try to hide- and Yamada knew if Aizawa left, he was the one stuck taking care of the wasted woman. "Don't let her puke on your couch please, I don't want to come one day and have the stench of her puke in my face as I try to sleep." He grumbled, setting down 500 ¥ before waving at Yamada, leaving the bar Kayama had dragged them to.

Finally getting out of the bar, Aizawa felt refreshed. It wasn't too bad at first, the stench of liquor and sweat, but after a while, it did get annoying for him. It always had been a mind-boggling thing to Yamada since they used to go all the time. Shoving his hands in his pockets he felt around for his phone, scowling upon not feeling it in the spot it should be.

Running his fingers through his hair Aizawa realized with a sudden realization that he had forgotten his phone of all things at UA. Picking up his pace a few notches he tried to flag down a taxi, taxi's weren't all that common in the place around him, he knew, but he could still hope, walking the entire way would be hell.

Shota Aizawa did end up walking, and hell it was. The sun had decided to peak its bright rays above the horizon by the time he did get to UA. He would have just used his scarf, but it was in the faculty office, right along with his phone, so it wasn't like he could just call someone.

As he trudged up the stairs and down the hallway, he immediately knew today was going to be one of the longer days of the week. Seeing the familiar mop of white-and-red hair and the spikes of ash blonde, he noticed how late it actually was. He had completely forgotten about the horrid thing called daylight savings time. When he got into the classroom the two seemed to be in a staring contest between the ash blonde and multi-colored students (Glare in the ash blondes case, let's be honest).

Huffing, he sits atop his table at the front of the room, his eyes cast downwards; his shoulders slumped. "Oi Sempai," The ash-blonde sneered. Though he held an aggressive tone, Aizawa could tell that the teenager still respected him, despite the fact that he looked like a hobo-man most of the time, these kids for some strange reason still trusted and respected him.

He sighed, looking up, "Yes Bakugou?"

"Why are you here so early?"

Aizawa paused for a few moments, his breathing becoming shallow for a second before returning to normal, a mere shrug his only reply towards Bakugou. The adult yawned, hopping down from the table as he walked out of the classroom towards the faculty room.

Shoving the doors open he sent a glare towards Yamada who was once again typing away on his computer, a very large thermos of what Aizawa assumed was tea. Yamada sent a quick grin at the glaring black-hair adult. "Well, you look like you're in a good mood." Yamada chirped, taking a large (very loud) gulp of the caffeine.

"Hmph." Was his prompt reply, walking over to his desk as he picked up the phone, walking back out through the hallway towards the doors of class 2-A. Scrolling through the strangely, and slightly worrying amount of missed calls from an unknown number in Tokyo.

Clicking on the first- of many- voicemails he brings his phone to his ear, ragged breathing is all he's met with, scoffing he's about to pull the phone from his ear before the panic-stricken voice calls through the phone. It had to have been days since he last checked over his voicemails. "H-hey Aizawa-sempai, i-it's me, Aiden, you know, your former student?" There was a short pause before his former student began talking once again. "Well um, I don't think Adam's already called you, but um, Misaki had a little incident, so shes um… she's in the hospital. N-No need to worry though! She's alright, she's just going to be gone from school for about a week, I know she just started school but- shit- oh fuck I wasn't supposed to say that! I...I'm going to hang up now, bye!"

Aizawa bit his lip in nervousness, what had happened? What had the idiotic girl done now? Sighing, he shoves the phone back in his pocket, now was not the time to be thinking about her well-being, she was with the twins- though he wasn't too sure about her being safe in their care, they hadn't exactly been the best of twins.

Slamming the large door of classroom 2-A open he winced at the loud bang that sent a sharp blistering pain through his head.

His eyes widen at the sight of the white-haired girl sitting at her desk, smiling shyly as she shooed the students from around her desk. A bandage was wrapped around her head a few times, and her usual gloves were missing from her hands. Hazel eyes met bronze-black ones as a scowl replaced his shocked expression and the girl's sheepish smile widened. "H-Hi Aizawa-sempai."

"What are you doing here?" He demanded sharply, stalking towards the girl, "Why aren't you in the hospital, where your supposed to be?!" (A.N After I wrote this I went 'wow sounds like he put her in there' but that's not the intent, I think he's finally cracked from stress though lol)

"Uh…" She mumbled, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. Aizawa's eyes widened, his lips parting in shock.

"Why are you acting like this?" He states, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. She was acting strange, very unlike the youngest Tsukumo that he had known for most of her short life.

"Like what?" She questioned, her eyes widening in realization after a moment. "Oh! Well one of the nurses put me on this drug to dull the pain before I went to Recovery Girl, so there's no pain but the drugs still in effect!" She grinned, and it suddenly all clicked into place for the underground hero.

"Oh." He mumbled, "so you're going home." She shook her head in defiance, a little step in the direction that she had been trying to get to. Now that she had finally escaped the suffocating hold of Japan's #2 hero, she was working on becoming her. Not the weapon, not the prodigy, just her.

And no one was going to stop her.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HIIIIIII! Sorry for not updating this story in so long! Btw, I'm trying to make it as accurate as possible (honorifics and such) so if I get one wrong or it doesn't fit please, please PLEASE tell me! Sorry for the short chapter by the way *wipes stray tears* it's been a little hard to write lately.

Oh, and I'm thinking of changing the entire plot, which would mean I would have to go back and edit and rewrite my previous chapters which are going to be a pain. So I'm not sure, I'm also thinking of going back and changing everything (Besides the prologue) to 1st person because I've been experimenting with that lately and I think that it could go well (maybe...hopefully)

I'm not quite sure what my updating schedule's going to be, life, well it hasn't been the busiest, schools have been pretty easy (despite me being an idiot hahaha) and I'm going on Thanksgiving break tomorrow (totally not currently skipping school) so yeah. I should update by (hopefully) the 3rd of next month.

I've actually been writing an original! If you guys want to see the preview of it attached to the next chapter (in the author's note just like this) comment below! I want to talk to you guys! See how you guys are doing mentally, physically, emotionally, how's school if you go to it? Or work hows that? Are any of you doing anything exciting for thanksgiving? What are you're guy's plans?

Well anyway, that's enough of my rambling lol.

BYEEEEEEEEE!

-ODDBAll08

(P.S. I think I've been writing too many emails cause I almost signed my name above hah!)