A/N: Well, lookie here! Two days in a row~! :D This chapter's quite a bit longer, since the other one was fairly short. We get to see some good 'ol irritated Aizawa. ^^ Hope you enjoy that.

I'm also going out in my Aizawa cosplay tomorrow afternoon in Old Town Temecula, CA. If you happen to be in the area, give me a shout out or just come on by and join us~! And I say us, because I FINALLY have a cosplay friend~! :D

Also! I have a friend who has a friend who gets a shout out today. I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO AURORA MENDEZ~! You're awesome, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories~! :D

Chapter 17: I Am So Done

Shouta sighed as he climbed out of bed. He didn't want to go to school today. It was the first day of the new school year. Izuku and Katsuki were now officially Third Years in middle school.

At first, he'd been wary of the explosive blond (he still was, to be honest). When Izuku had explained the misunderstanding, as he called it, Shouta had been skeptical. Once he'd really had the chance to see them interact, though… It was like watching twins. The two were closer than anything Shouta had seen. Shouta knew his son. He could read him like a book, most of the time.

But Katsuki could read the pages that Shouta himself couldn't decode. The way the two interacted put his mind at ease, and after a while, he found himself welcoming the young boy into the family too.

He hadn't forgiven him for what he'd done—he was still angry about it, and rightfully so—but he could set that aside for Izuku's sake. Though he had taken Katsuki aside when they'd first met and had a nice honest conversation with the kid. Once Shouta had assured himself that Katsuki had understood his wrongs, and well and truly regretted them, he was all right with the kid being around his son. Though he did spell out in great detail exactly what he would do if Katsuki ever hurt Izuku again.

Luckily, he'd given that threat outside, so he didn't have to worry about cleaning piss out of his carpet. If Izuku had noticed that his friend had changed his pants, he'd never brought it up to Shouta.

Either way, Izuku was much happier with Katsuki around. The kid was smart, and had battle instincts that many pros would kill for. He found himself tutoring both of them sometimes, and while the blond was a very different type of student from Izuku, he was still a good one.

Of course, Izuku was still his only actual student. Just because he tolerated Katsuki—and had started to take a reluctant liking to the brash kid—did not mean he had by any means forgiven him. He was not going to train him until he was a student of U.A.—and Shouta had no doubts that he was going to pass that stupid biased robot entrance exam—his Quirk was perfect for dealing with them.

Now the blond was a staple of the Yamazawa household. And yes, they finally changed their last name (legally) to Yamazawa—even if Shouta and Hizashi still went by Yamada and Aizawa at work. Izuku even took it up. He was officially Yamazawa Izuku, having decided to drop the name Midoriya. Part of that reasoning had been to help keep Hisashi from finding them again. The man was still out there somewhere, and they needed to find him before he found them.

But that was beside the point. Shouta really didn't want to deal with the snot-nosed first years today. He'd been enjoying the break between years, and didn't want it to end so soon.

He'd watched the Entrance Exams, and had studied the videos of the students that had been placed under his dictatorshi—er… care—for the year… or until he expelled them. He did this every year, watching the individual videos of each student and studying their files. It was only logical to know where each student was coming from and know their strengths and weaknesses before he started teaching them.

Shouta was not impressed this year. At all. He doubted he would keep many students.

One student's Quirk was literally pissing acid. Yes, he couldn't necessarily control what his Quirk was, but Shouta was not impressed with the way the student had whipped out his dick to urinate on the robots. If the kid had a limitless bladder (which was looking like a possibility with the amount of piss the kid was full of—in more ways than one), then he could easily fill containers or specially treated water guns with the substance and use that (and chemicals to treat items to keep acidic compounds from eating through was easy enough to procure at the mall, due to the number of people with said Quirks). But no. Even his proposed hero costume had an open hole near his crotch, and Shouta did not want to see that.

So no, Shouta was not expecting anything from this year's batch of first years, nor was he particularly impressed with anyone.

Normally, at U.A., if a homeroom teacher finds a class that they connect to, they can request to follow that class as their homeroom teacher for all three years. Shouta had never found a class that he was fond of enough to do so with. He was more than happy to hand off each one to the next sap—even if he still had to teach a couple of heroics courses to the second and third years.

Looked like this year wouldn't be any different.

"Morning babe." Hizashi rolled over in bed, a sleepy smile on his face. His hair was all over the place, but Shouta thought it only made him look cuter.

"Morning." He smiled softly as he stole a kiss.

"Ready for school?" Shouta groaned.

"Don't remind me. I have no desire to interact with people."

"Haha. You're the one who agreed to become a teacher."

"Yeah, remind me again why I did something so illogical?" Shouta smiled as Hizashi wrapped an arm around him, letting him soak in the body heat of his personal space heater. He snuggled into his neck, nuzzling him as he let himself wake up.

"You're just like a cat, I swear." Hizashi chuckled. "I know you like teaching, you can't lie to me." He ran a hand through Shouta's hair, a soft smile on his face. "Come on, Shou. As much as I love morning snuggles, we need to get ready for school and see Zuku off to his first day as a Third Year."

Shouta gave a small whine.

"Chiyo's making waffles~" He sang, trying to tempt/bribe him.

Shouta paused. "Waffles?" And it was working, too.

"And I prepared Inko's coffee last night." He pressed further. Damnit, Hizashi knew that Inko's coffee was his weakness.

"Fine." He finally sighed, pulling away from his husband and crawling out of bed. He shivered at the cold air, and fought the temptation to crawl back under the covers.

"Thank you." Hizashi stole a kiss back, and hurried off to the bathroom to shower and dress. Shouta took a moment to just stand there, and appreciate what he had.

He had a loving, wonderful husband. A home. Food, water, and electricity. Two jobs that he (admittedly) loved. A son, who he loved dearly and who loved him back. A sort-of mother figure (Chiyo), and a sister figure (Nemuri). He even had three cats (Yuki [Izuku's cat], Dorian [an older cat that he'd gotten from a rescue years ago], and Mira [a younger rescue who played well with Yuki]). He was safe and loved. Two things he had not had as a child. All these things he had, right now. They were things he almost lost because of Hisashi, and because he and Izuku were safe, he could take this moment to simply be and appreciate all the things he was grateful for.

He smiled, heading out into the kitchen. "Morning, dear. Here's your coffee." Chiyo smiled as he took his cup.

"Thanks mo— Chiyo." He felt his face heat up. Why the hell had he nearly called her mom?! How embarrassing. Chiyo just laughed, though. Luckily it was just he— Fuck, Nemuri was sitting at the table with a knowing smirk. Goddamnit…

"If you see me as your mother, then I'm doing something right. You can call me that if you want, dear. You and Hizashi are practically my sons anyhow." She kissed his cheek and set about making more waffles, leaving a blushing Shouta resolutely staring into his coffee. He ignored Nemuri's snickering.

Hizashi laughed softly as he leaned against the wall of the hallway, having seen the whole thing. "I was wondering when you'd finally slip." He ignored Shouta's glare. "I finally have a good mother-in-law." He grinned, ducking under the apple that Shouta chucked at his head.

"Woah, dad. What's with the flying fruit?" Izuku asked, catching the apple. Katsuki, who'd stayed the night (a relatively normal occurrence), sleepily rubbed his eyes.

"It's too fucking early for this kind of shit."

"Katsuki!" Chiyo barked. "Language!"

"S-sorry, Nana Chiyo." Katsuki apologized. Chiyo was slowly but surely curbing some of his language (at least around her).

"Morning boys." Hizashi grinned.

"Morning Pa!" Izuku chirped happily, giving him a hug.

Izuku hated mornings as much as Shouta, so the fact that he was this chipper and awake meant that he'd been up for at least an hour. He'd have to thank Katsuki later.

"Morning Uncle Zashi." Bakugo mumbled. He was not a morning person, Shouta learned. He usually sat together with Izuku and Shouta with their coffee (Katsuki's with Tabasco sauce added, for some ungodly reason) and just watched as Hizashi flitted about with endless energy.

Shouta honestly didn't understand where Hizashi got it from. He wished he could recharge like that. What did it feel like to not be tired, again?

The morning continued on as normal, and Izuku and Katsuki gathered their school things. Hizashi, Nemuri, Chiyo and Shouta went about gathering their papers for the day.

The four of them dropped the boys off at school, watching with fond smiles as they went inside. "Can you believe we've known Izuku for nearly a year?" Hizashi spoke up as he drove.

"You've only known him for a year?" Chiyo blinked. "I thought it'd been longer."

"Well look how close you've gotten in such a short period of time." Hizashi pointed out.

"I met him in April of last year." Shouta smiled softly. "Yeah… It's April again… It's been about a year since I met him." He realized.

"We should celebrate!" Hizashi grinned.

"We absolutely should!" Nemuri agreed.

"Hard to believe." Chiyo also smiled softly.

"You should've spent New Year's with us." Hizashi grinned. "It was great. Nemuri and Inko insisted we all sit on the roof of the house to watch the first sunrise together."

"Wasn't hard." Shouta snorted. "Izuku and I had only just gotten back from patrol."

"I'll make sure I'm available this year." She smiled.

Hizashi pulled up into the designated Teacher's Parking. "All right, passengers, time for school."

"You haven't changed since we were students." Shouta deadpanned, remembering a time when Hizashi would say the same thing.

"Yeah, but now, instead of getting homework, I get to give it!"

"I prefer tests. Giving out homework means you have to grade it, too. At least tests can be graded during school hours and not at home. When I'm not getting paid to put up with this bullshit."

"Nooo, it's because you like to watch them squirm and give them timed tests. Everyone else gives them the class period." Hizashi argued.

"Because it makes them think under pressure. They'll need to make logical decisions with a calm mind as heroes. If they can't handle a simple test with a time limit, they won't be able to handle hostage situations or ultimatums during high-stress villain attacks." Shouta rebutted.

"Now, now. You two should head in to say hello to the other teachers before the students arrive."

"We have the same coworkers as last year." Shouta sighed. "Though next year…" He twitched in annoyance.

"Come on, let's not let personal feelings get in the way." Hizashi argued. "He doesn't start for another year, Shou."

"All Might?" Chiyo guessed. They'd explained that All Might had crushed Izuku's dreams, initially. They hadn't explained the full circumstances of Izuku and Shouta's meeting—that wasn't their place to tell—but she knew well their dislike for the Number One Hero.

They just hadn't expected to be working alongside him at U.A., was all. Nezu had informed them a year ago that All Might would start working with them in two years time. Shouta wasn't happy—the man didn't even have a teaching degree—but he supposed that he could offer some kind of experience for the kids in the Hero Course.

He had still thought that it was a stupid decision. Shouta never liked the idea of broadcasting their staff to the world. To be a pro, one had to make a lot of enemies. And what better way to get back at a hero who'd taken you down, than to kill off the hopefuls that you were teaching?

Nezu's security was incredible, though, and it made Shouta feel a lot more secure about things. But he was still waiting for that one guy to start killing off students while they were at home, or out and about. It was one of the reasons why he was so harsh on his own classes, pushing them constantly to get stronger, faster. So they could protect themselves if they had to. And if they weren't willing to go that far, or learn fast enough, then he'd cut them before they were killed—either by the profession itself or by a villain wanting revenge on a staff member.

But so far, everything had been fine. They'd had a couple incidents here and there where someone with a grudge had attacked a student to get to a staff member (nothing too serious, injury wise, the idiot had attacked them at a crowded location), but it was met with such fierce retaliation from the entirety of the U.A. Hero Staff, that nobody had really had the balls to try it again. After all, in Japan, at least, murder was legal if the hero was attacked first or defending a citizen (so long as it wasn't excessive). No villain wanted to push that button.

All Might was a different story, though. The man had powerful enemies, and Shouta was afraid that those enemies would band together to attack and try to get to him.

What better way to shame the Number One Hero than rub a failure like a class full of dead students in his face?

So yeah, Shouta was against the idea of hiring All Might from the start, but his voice went unheard. Nezu promised to increase security and keep a better eye on the students outside of school, but it didn't do much to ease his anxiety about the entire situation.

Right now, though, he had something else to think about. Namely the loud chatter he could hear coming from the doors marked 1–A.

It was nearly time for class to start, and they weren't in their seats. Shouta crawled along the floor in his yellow sleeping bag. Time to see what they were really made of.

He fought off the grin. This was his initiation of sorts. Every one of his classes met him like this. It let him see who would judge first, ask questions later, and who would look at a seemingly strange hobo with the critical eye needed for heroism.

He also found their reactions entertaining, so that was an added bonus. Hey, if he was gonna get paid to teach brats, he was going to do it on his terms.

The door slid open, and nobody noticed. He slid across the floor before standing. A few students looked his way, which drew the attention of the rest of them. They stared as he unzipped his bag.

"Twenty-seven seconds." He stated, climbing out and rolling it back up to the size of a cell phone. "That's how long it took you to quiet down. This is the Hero Course; time is valuable. You cannot afford to waste any of it. My na—"

"Who the hell are you, fucking hobo?" One of the boys, Gurusaki, cut him off. Shouta sent him a glare. Arrogance.

"My name is Aizawa Shouta. And I am your homeroom teacher." He let a bit of venom seep into his voice, making them quiet down a bit more.

"I thought all teachers were pros? Did they just have you stand in or something? Cause, I don't know you, so you must not be important." One girl, Yukihara, spoke up.

"I will give you all this one warning. Push my buttons, and I will expel you. You will not get a second chance, nor a second warning." He sent them a glare, and several of them scoffed at his threat. He knew then that most of this class was a lost cause.

He pulled out the gym uniforms. "Put these on, and meet me out on the field. I will not tolerate tardiness."

With that, he left the room. The moment he was down the hall, he hung a left, swinging by the staff room. It was deserted as everyone else was attending orientation, so he took this opportunity to refill his thermos with coffee and snag several painkillers for his growing migraine. I hate the first day. He mentally groaned. Fuck, I hate the first week. He lamented his misfortune at being stuck with this class. Why did Nezu do this to him? The sadist. Shouta would need to find a way to get back at him. He had half a mind to start with his tea, but the two had a silent agreement to leave one another's beverages out of any prank/vengance wars they may have.

He shot off a quick text to Izuku, asking how his day was going so far. The kid would likely answer between classes, or at lunch, so he pocketed the phone again and headed outside.

By the time he got out onto the field, he'd expected at least one student. Instead, he was met with a grand total of zero. He twitched, popping another pill. He waited another four minutes, and only ten students had appeared.

He told the students to wait and made his way to the locker rooms. He found four boys, naked from the waist down, ganging up on two half-naked girls. Another boy was knocked out on the floor, and two more boys and one girl watched on with eager smiles.

Shouta saw red. His hair floated as he activated his Quirk, cancelling the Quirk of Waranara, who could paralyze anyone he touched for ten minutes. The two girls immediately covered themselves, shaking as they scrambled for shelter behind Shouta.

He didn't bother saying anything to the boys. He loosened his Capture Weapon and tied them all up, ignoring their cries and shouts of complaint. He also restrained the two boys and one girl who'd been watching.

"Needless to say…" He glared. "You are expelled. Expect legal repercussions for your actions today."

He escorted the two girls and carried the boy down to Chiyo's office, where the nurse waited for any students (usually Shouta's) to show up. He briefly explained the situation before heading back out to the field. Campus security was already taking the students he'd left tied up in the locker room away, where they'd be held in police custody and punished for their actions.

He was down to eleven students, now, though the boy was still unconscious in Chiyo's office. The two girls had explained that they no longer wished to become heroes, and wanted to transfer to General Education. Shouta would gladly handle the paperwork for that. He hadn't been planning to keep them after this incident, anyways. They just weren't cut out for the Hero Course. He could see it in their eyes.

His bad mood turned worse when he saw three students fighting with their Quirks.

"I might've had more patience with you three if I hadn't just had to escort three students to Recovery Girl's office. Consider yourselves expelled. You are free to go. Don't bother coming back." Shouta glared, as the three stopped.

"Y-You can't do that!" One of them—the boy who pissed acid, Shouta idly noted—complained.

"I can. I did. Go."

"You haven't even seen our Quirks yet!" Acid boy continued.

"I've seen enough. If you do leave, I'll escort you myself." Shouta added a dangerous tone to his voice.

The three kids glared death at one another, but apparently they were more afraid of Shouta than they were angry at one another. He counted that as a win.

Eight students left. His phone buzzed with a text from Chiyo. Apparently the boy had woken up, and wanted to quit the Hero course, too. Joy.

Seven.

"We're having a Quirk evaluation. Ball throws, endurance runs, grip tests, side jumping… these are things you're familiar with. This time, you get to use your Quirks." He explained, falling back into a familiar script. "If I feel you aren't trying, or giving it your all, I will expel you."

The seven students stiffened, looking around them warily.

"S-shouldn't we wait for the others?" A girl standing next to Yukinara asked.

"There are no others. You seven are all that's left. Let's see if you last the day or not." He replied, watching as they paled a bit. Good. Maybe that'll send the message home.

"Obviously, they just weren't good enough." Yukinara spoke up, and Shouta fought the urge to groan. "This is U.A. Only the best make it here. You, darling, are not one of those. I'll expect you to be gone by the end of the day." She laughed, covering her mouth like she was some kind of delicate lady. The thought made Shouta want to snort. Her makeup was caked on so thick it cracked, and her voice was high and grated on the ears.

Her Quirk was useful, though. She could manipulate water molecules in the air. But usefulness and ingenuity were two different things.

"You'll never be a star like me." She said. Shouta couldn't take it anymore.

"You think being a hero is about popularity?" He glared.

"Of course it is! Save more people, get more popular. Duh." She looked at him like he was stupid. "And then you get more money!"

"Okay, then." He nodded for a moment as he thought. Apparently, they needed a little something different this year.

"Let's try something else for a moment." Shouta spoke up, pocketing the ball. "I want to hear all of your reasons for being a hero, and why you think you're suited for the job." He looked to Yukinara. "You start. Oh, and I want everyone to be completely honest. I'll know if you're lying."

Shouta had shot off a quick message to a third-year with a truth Quirk. They were part of the Support Course, but Shouta had called him out of class enough times. He eyed the boy standing in the shadows. His Quirk made everyone in the vicinity unable to lie. The kid looked relieved to be out of orientation, anyhow.

Shouta bit back a smirk. With this, he could really see what these kids were after. And he didn't set his hopes high at all.

"I was born to be a star! My Quirk is strong and beautiful, almost as beautiful as myself. I'll become a hero so everyone can bask in my glory!" She grinned. Six. Shouta noted as he gestured for the next kid to speak.

"Money! I want to be set for life, and heroes can make a ton of money if they're popular enough! I just need to get into a good agency!"

Five.

"Because being a hero is what's expected of me." Shouta looked at the boy.

"Explain."

"Well, both my parents are heroes. If I don't become one, then I'm worthless to them." Great. He mentally sighed. Possible emotional abuse case. Wonderful.

"Do you have any other motivations?"

"Not really, no."

"Do you want to be a hero?"

"No." He answered. "I'm here because I have to be."

Nope. Shouta was not teaching someone who didn't even want to be there. He would, however, have someone look in on his home life and make sure he'd be okay, as well as handle transfer paperwork so he could get into the General Education Course—he'd be able to have his pick of nearly any college if he did have something he wanted to do. Shouta motioned for the next kid.

Four.

"Because I wanna use my Quirk whenever I want."

Three.

"To get girls." That smile reminded Shouta of many people he'd met in dark alleyways on patrol. How did he even get into U.A.?

Two.

"To live the easy life." She grinned. "Cause, like, who wants to work for a living? Ew." Did this girl even realize how much work it took to become a hero?

One.

Shouta laid eyes on his final potential student. "What's your reason for being here?"

"Some Quirkless kid at my friend's old school always spouted about wanting to be a hero." He started, and Shouta raised an eyebrow.

Not many kids were Quirkless these days. In fact, there were less than ten in their prefecture that would be around Izuku's age. It was highly probable that the kid mentioned was actually Izuku.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. A Quirkless kid couldn't possibly be a hero, so I thought it'd be interesting to try for it myself."

Shouta twitched. He would give them all one last chance to prove themselves.

"Out of curiosity, how do you all see the Quirkless? Be honest."

"Ew, ew, ew! They aren't even really human, you know? Like, I don't even wanna go near them! I don't wanna catch whatever it could have, you know? But I guess even it could have some uses…"

"Yeah! They're like the unofficial slaves of society! We're better than them, and they should serve those of us who were born with strong Quirks." Another student agreed exuberantly. Several others voiced their similar opinions.

"That's rude! Of course they're people!" The last kid spoke up, sending them a glare. "They're weak and helpless, but that's why we need to protect them! They can't do anything on their own, so heroes have to make sure they stay safe. Though I think they should stick to office jobs and stuff."

"Right." Shouta's decision had been made and finalized.

Zero.

"You're all expelled."

There was silence for a moment before they rounded on Shouta with a fierce outcry.

"WHAT?!"

He silenced them with a powerful glare. "Your reasons are shallow and self-serving. Heroism is not about popularity or money. It's about saving people. If you go out there with that attitude, you will die, or you will kill others."

"It's not easy." He continued. "It's not pretty. It's not fun. Being a hero means you could die any day. The day you get a Hero License, you sign your death warrant. Over 62% of heroes die within the first two years. After that, the mortality rate only goes up. In all of history, only fifty-two heroes have lived long enough to retire willingly. And you can bet that they have extensive injuries and a lifetime of PTSD. Most retired heroes were forced into an early retirement due to crippling physical or mental injuries."

"If you really want to be a hero, then choose another school. I refuse to send you to your deaths. Your potential as heroes, is zero." He glared at the silent students. "Leave. I'm done with you all."

With that, Shouta spun on his heel and stalked away to the Teacher's Lounge, nodding his thanks to the third year on his way. The boy sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, but wisely said nothing as he headed back to orientation. Shouta had never been so fucking done with anything in his life. Never before had he expelled his entire first year class on the very first day. New record, he supposed.

He sat down at his desk with a heavy sigh and got out the paperwork. Nezu always kept extra copies of the expulsion paperwork laying around for Shouta. He grabbed seventeen expulsion papers and three transfer papers and got to work.

Hizashi was startled when he entered the Teacher's Lounge with the other U.A. teachers. Shouta was sitting back in his chair with a cup of coffee and a sour expression.

"Shou?" He asked slowly, as the other teachers cautiously made their way to their desks. The unlucky ones who had desks near Shouta's opted for the couch instead.

"I swear, Zashi. I'm in no mood for anything right now." He glared, and Hizashi gulped. A few of his coworkers sent him sympathetic looks, but he knew what they were thinking. 'Better you than us.'

Nobody wanted to miss this, though. Shouta was a legend among the teachers at U.A. for many reasons. For one, every single student that Shouta had approved had gone on to become something great. And nearly all of them survived longer than twice the normal amount in the field—which was nothing to sneeze at.

Most heroes didn't make it past their first two years, but the average survival time for U.A. Graduates was 5-10, more than twice that of other schools. That was partially why U.A. was rated as the #1 Hero School in Japan, because their heroes, while fewer in quantity, were unparalleled in quality.

And Shouta always screened the 1–A candidates (because they weren't truly students until they survived the first week of Shouta's testing).

For two, Shouta himself was a very well respected Underground Hero (a very uncommon branch of heroics) and stuck to the Old Code as much as he possibly could. Like the Old Heroes (those who fought against villains before the time of Quirks), he preferred to do good without reward. That earned him a lot of respect from the heroes who'd been in the field for any real length of time.

Finally, he held more power than any other teacher at U.A. Nezu trusted Shouta's judgment and would let him expel any student he saw unfit for heroics. Sure, any teacher could put in the request for expulsion, but Nezu had never denied one of Shouta's expulsion requests. When he said someone was expelled, they were gone. When he transferred someone to another program, that's where they stayed and that's where they thrived.

And when Shouta once brought up an issue with another staff member, they were fired—as in practically on the spot. As it turned out, they'd become a corrupted hero and had been selling information to villains on the sly. Shouta hadn't known this. Nezu hadn't known this. But Shouta went to Nezu with nothing more than a gut feeling and that teacher was fired in the middle of the school year without a second thought. It'd been the right move, but the trust Nezu had in Shouta was terrifying sometimes.

Nezu was the principal of U.A. That was a fact. But anyone who worked there knew that Shouta was the Vice Principal (unofficially, of course).

That was why he was the only teacher at U.A. who had the record for expelling an entire homeroom class of heroics twice. To be honest, he scared his coworkers sometimes, but they all had a fierce respect for him.

But when he was in a bad mood, they always shoved Hizashi, Sekijiro or Nemuri under the bus, because they knew they'd survive… mostly.

"Were your students that bad?" Hizashi asked.

"Students?" Shouta tilted his head for a moment. Hizashi felt like he'd just stepped on a landmine. "What students?"

"C-class 1–A." Hizashi gulped.

"Oh, there is no Class 1–A this year." Shouta gave a wicked smirk, chilling the room. "I expelled them all." The room blinked and Thirteen dropped their pen.

"A-all of them?! S-Shou, I don't know if that's even allowed… It's only the first day!"

"Zashi, I gave them three chances today. They fought. Their reasons for being heroes was lukewarm at best, and four of them attempted to rape two others, who are transferring to General Education." He looked up from his papers, and Hizashi shuddered.

This was Aizawa, U.A. Homeroom Teacher for Class 1–A. This was Eraserhead, Pro-Hero who passed judgment on hero-hopefuls and had the ultimate say in their futures. And all twenty candidates had failed. Badly.

"I think that's a new record, then." Cementoss broke the silence.

"At least I'll have more time to nap." Shouta sighed, dropping a lot of tension as he shoved the papers away from himself. The entire room relaxed. "How was orientation?"

"Boring." Thirteen groaned, stretching out their arms over their desk like a cat. "I don't know how you all have managed for so long! I can hardly stand still! Nezu's amazing, but he's so long-winded. I feel like my vocabulary has increased just from listening to him today."

"It has." Snipe nodded sagely.

"You could always skip out like Shouta?" Nemuri suggested innocently.

"And get myself skewered? No thanks. I don't think anyone else can get away with it, other than Recovery Girl." Thirteen shuddered.

"Even Nezu has to listen to Recovery Girl." Ectoplasm laughed. "She's the real Queen of U.A."

"So Recovery Girl is the Queen, Nezu is the King, does that make Shouta the Emperor?" Hizashi laughed, ducking under an irritated swat from his husband.

"I'm so done with you." Shouta deadpanned, climbing into his sleeping bag. Hizashi grinned. Inko made a good choice in gifts. It was one of the few possessions that Shouta fiercely cared for, and protected. Once, Thirteen had accidentally knocked into Shouta, making him spill his coffee on it, and the man had spent all night carefully getting the stain out without ruining the fabric. Thirteen couldn't stop apologizing, even though they hadn't understood just how important the gift was to Shouta.

Hizashi thought it was sweet. After all, it was the last gift he'd gotten from their friend. Hizashi, himself, treasured the noise-cancelling headphones that Inko had gotten for him last Christmas. As promised, he added it to his Hero Costume.

"I'm going to take a nap to get rid of this god-awful migraine." Shouta announced, curling up on the couch. A few of their coworkers winced in sympathy. There was a reason why they kept three bottles of four different types of headache medication in the Staff Room.

Well, at least Izuku would be happy. Shouta would have a lot of free time this year.