Chapter 11
Class 1-A

They always believe that Mr. Aizawa has extroverted friends, or at the very least surrounded by extroverted people. They always believe that Mr. Aizawa couldn't escape those extroverted people.

They just forgot to account themselves into the equation.

That is until they watch each other dragging their teacher into their circle.

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"Mr. Aizawa!"

Yaoyorozu quickly looks up, mainly startled by the baffled tone in the voice of her friend. Mr. Aizawa, who is sitting right next to her on the dining table, looks up when his name is called. Jirou runs into the kitchen where they are and slides to a stop right in front of them. Her eyes are wide but what's most surprising is just how giddily glittered they are as she stares intensely at their homeroom teacher.

"Mr. Aizawa!" Jirou starts, seemingly begins to vibrate on the spot. "You never told me you play bass!"

"…Goddammit, Mic," she hears Mr. Aizawa whispers under his breath. She guesses Present Mic might've exposed him out regarding that.

"Mr. Aizawa!" Jirou shouts, vibrating so much her fists are shaking. "Please answer the question!"

"Yes, I played bass," Mr. Aizawa quickly answers. Immediately, a giant grin blooms on Jirou's lips.

"I wanna see!" her purple haired friend demands, bouncing excitedly on the ball of her feet. Excited couldn't properly express what Jirou is looking right now, actually; she looks beyond excited.

"I had not played bass in a long while, Jirou," Mr. Aizawa calmly answers, a giant contrast to Jirou's massive excitement. "And I sold my gear not too long ago."

"Then use mine!" Jirou, undeterred, suddenly reaches out and grabs Mr. Aizawa by the upper right arm, surprising him. "Come on, come on!" Jirou tugs on the arm, pulling him off from the chair and to his feet.

"Wait, Jirou-"

"Let's go!"

"Jirou, hold on for a second," Mr. Aizawa tries to interrupt but his words fall onto deaf ears as Jirou drags him out from the kitchen.

"I wanna see you play bass!"

"I can walk myself, Jirou."

"But you're so slow!"

"At least let me put down my glasses."

"There is no time!"

Their voices disappear the further away they are from the kitchen. She hears the elevator ding, signaling they had left the floor. She looks back down at the papers on the table. She guesses her private lesson with Mr. Aizawa is postponed to another day. So she begins to arrange the papers into neat order for later use.

Her mind returns to Jirou, excitedly pulling Mr. Aizawa away without wasting a single second, because she is excited to see him play bass. Well, Jirou is a bass player herself, so she understands the excitement. Her purple haired friend would be understandably happy that her teacher also played bass.

She wonders how Mr. Aizawa looks like playing bass.

She quickly gathers the papers into her hand and rushes to the elevator.

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"Please don't land on it please don't land on it please don't land on it please don't land on it…"

"Four."

"DAMN IT!"

Midoriya stutters in his steps as he enters the common area. That was a loud yell coming from Kaminari. Curious, he enters further and searches for where his friend is at. He finds not only Kaminari but Todoroki, Kirishima, Ashido and Asui are there too. They're sitting on the floor around what seems to be a board game.

All of them look dead in the eyes, even Todoroki and Asui.

The most surprising figure among the group is Mr. Aizawa, who seems to be surrounded by plastic money.

"How are you so good at this, Mr. Aizawa?" he hears Kirishima asks with defeated voice. Mr. Aizawa merely shrugs his shoulders as he shakes the dices and throws them onto the board.

"Ten."

"AGAIN?!"

"HE SKIPPED THE WHOLE SECTION!"

"All of my money, wasted."

His friends look even more dead as Mr. Aizawa moves a figure across one side of the board, skipping over many, many miniature houses along the way.

He can't help but stares at the weird sight just a little bit longer. Here Mr. Aizawa sits on the floor, surrounded by his classmates, in front of a board game and, not just winning but completely dominating. He can't even recall the last time his teacher would indulge in such small thing.

He wonders just how much they had pestered him to make him join them.

He watches Asui grabs the two dices, rolls them in her hand and throws onto the board.

"Five."

"…That's Mr. Aizawa's most expensive property…"

Asui doesn't even bother to move anymore, hand still frozen stretched out after the throw. He watches as Todoroki lands a comforting hand on her shoulder as Mr. Aizawa snatches the remaining of her plastic cash and cards.

"Next time, we should not invite Mr. Aizawa ever again," Ashido comments lowly with her head hanging. Mr. Aizawa doesn't reply, merely keeps quiet. Ashido then grabs the dices and lazily throws them onto the board.

"Seven."

"…Same spot."

"…Motherfu-"

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Shinsou enters the gym and instantly stops in his track.

"Your tape is too slack to do the proper wrapping," Mr. Aizawa says. "Your tape stretches a lot more compared to my capture weapon."

"Oh yea, right," Sero agrees, fumbling with his tapes for a bit.

Mr. Aizawa is currently sitting inside a loop of his scarf like a swing with his feet just a few inches off the ground. Said scarf is going up to the ceiling before coming back down to its user. Mr. Aizawa looks relaxed, one leg over the other and arms crossed over his chest.

Sero has a few numbers of his tapes scattered around him. His black haired friend then shoots his tape high to a beam on the ceiling before it comes back down. Sero jumps high into the air to catch it. Then he tears the tape from his elbow and combines both ends together. He quickly places himself inside the giant loop he had made.

True to Mr. Aizawa's words he had heard earlier, Sero's tape suddenly begins to stretch. Sero slowly descends from his spot in his tape loop as said tape slowly lengthens until he is just an inch or so above the ground. He hears Mr. Aizawa hums, looking up and down the tape loop Sero had made with critical eyes.

"That's reasonable enough," he hears Mr. Aizawa says.

"Yes!"

"Now peel yourself off and clean up. Shinsou's already here."

"Ah crap, I forgot it is tape!"

Mr. Aizawa stands up and his scarf winds itself around his neck as he looks over to his direction. Now knowing that his presence has been acknowledged, he walks over to his teacher. All the while, he keeps his eyes on his classmate who is, like Mr. Aizawa had said, peeling himself off from the tape he had made.

Was… Was Mr. Aizawa teaching Sero how to make a swing out of his tape?

"Took your time to get here," Mr. Aizawa comments.

"Took a scenic route," he replies.

"OW!"

"Get to it, Sero."

"Yes- ouch- sir!"

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The first thing Iida sees when he enters the common area is that a few of his classmates are sitting down on the carpet in front of the couches in a circle, with the low table had pushed aside. Those classmates being the ones always hanging around Bakugou minus Bakugou himself, Jirou and surprisingly Todoroki is joining them too.

But the most surprising person to join them is Mr. Aizawa, who seems to be wearing a pair of headphones and is the center of attention, seeing how everyone is looking at him. Some of his classmates are looking curiously while others are just smiling mischievously.

Mr. Aizawa has a pinched look on his face as if he had tasted something not what he finds delicious (which, Iida knows very well being, is very little). Then, he takes off the headphones from his ears, now blaring what seems to be incoherent noises along with a guttural scream.

"Sorry, it's just too much for me," Mr. Aizawa says. His classmates cackle around their teacher minus for Todoroki, who keeps his curious expression.

"Can't handle a little Meshuggah, Mr. Aizawa?"

"I prefer my coffee black, thank you very much."

The small group instantly drowns in mirthful laughter, as if Mr. Aizawa had told a great joke.

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Before Satou even exits the kitchen, carrying a bowl full of cookies, and walks into the common area, there is already quite a number of shouting that had occurred, specifically cheers and hypes. He didn't peek earlier because he was too busy with his baking or else the cookie burn, but now that he is here, he can finally see what is happening.

It looks like Mr. Aizawa and Bakugou are in an arm wrestling. They had placed a table just big enough for them right in the middle of the room. They are surrounded by his classmates, shouting encouragements and hyping up the competitors, mainly Bakugou it seems. It seems like a heated competition. He walks over to get a closer look, curious at the current battle.

"Come on, Bakugou!"

"You can do it, man!"

"BEAT HIM, MANLY BRO!"

He sees Bakugou completely drenched in sweat. His black tank top is all wet. He's bearing his teeth and multiple veins are popping from his forehead and all over his wrestling arm that is shaking from strain.

And Mr. Aizawa…

Well… He looks unperturbed, unbothered. He has a leg crossed over the other, sitting sideways against the table. He doesn't look like he's sweating. In fact, he doesn't look like he is strained in any shape or form. His arm is not even shaking, firmly in place while gripping Bakugou's hand in his.

Mr. Aizawa casually takes a sip from his mug.

Bakugou literally screams as tiny explosions emit from his free hand.

Yeah, he can already tell that this is a one-sided match the whole time.

Then, in one swift move, Mr. Aizawa brings Bakugou's hand to the table top, causing collective moans of despair from his classmates while Bakugou explodes.

"Bakugou lost."

"Damn it!"

"ONE MORE ROUND, CATERPILLER!"

Mr. Aizawa merely takes another sip from his mug.

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"Mr. Aizawa?!"

"I'm here."

Kouda looks up from the comic he's reading. He watches curiously as all of his female classmates suddenly pour into the common area, carrying various items in their hands. They all beeline for Mr. Aizawa, looking excited for reason he's not sure of. Mr. Aizawa, who was sitting in the sofa, suddenly slides off from it and sits down in front of the low table without saying a single word.

Then, he watches with captured attention as Mr. Aizawa is surrounded by his classmates. They pull his hair off from his usual bun with no hesitation at all, before start brushing it. Two are in converse with each other while exchanging hair ties while the rest suddenly grabs a piece of his hair and starts tying into various styles.

Mr. Aizawa tilts his head when the hands guide it to favorable angles. He even offered an extra hand when asked. Not once Mr. Aizawa said anything. Not once Mr. Aizawa looked up from the paper he is grading in his hand.

He looks… comfortable.

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"SHOUJI GET OFF THE FLOOR! THE FLOOR IS LAVA!"

"FIND SOMETHING ELEVATED!"

"GET UP SHOUJI!"

Shouji, out of pure instinct, immediately leaps from the elevator door all the way to the couch in one swift jump. He finds himself releasing a sigh of relief when he sees his feet are off the floor. Then, now that the instinct wears off, he looks around the common area and sees that all of his classmates are here.

Half of them are lying down on the floor, dead after fallen over and gotten consumed by the molten magma below them. The other half are scattered all over the room. Some are on the table, some on the couch with him, some on the chairs nearby. He notices there are a few chairs toppled over and his classmates nearby them. He guesses they had fallen off and died.

He notices that a few of his classmates are missing.

Asui, who is on the couch with him and Iida, suddenly leaps and then sticks to the wall on all four.

"HEY!"

"THAT'S CHEATING!"

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

"REFEREE!"

"I can't?" Asui asks, looking around at everyone's protests.

"NO!"

"We agreed no Quirks!"

"You died, Asui!"

"Awww."

Asui slides off from the wall and lies down, now respectfully dead.

"Alright, who's next?" he hears Kaminari asks, who is dead lying on the floor right next to the couch he is residing.

"Oh I don't know," he hears Uraraka starts innocently, a little too innocently. "It could be YOU!"

The couch he's on suddenly topples over. Caught by surprised, he fails to save himself and feels his body touches the floor right next to Kaminari.

"Uraraka! That's unethical of you!" he hears Iida starts.

"There's no rule for betrayal!"

He sighs in defeat. How shameful, to be dead just as he entered the room. He feels Kaminari lays a comforting hand on his shoulder. Well, now that he is "dead" he turns over and lies on his back.

There, he meets an interesting sight.

Right near the ceiling above is some sort of a hammock, made from familiar looking grey substance. Sitting on the edge of it are Bakugou, Aoyama and Ojirou, the three classmates he thought were missing. All of them are looking down, seemingly proud at their position. Bakugou has a giant smirk on his lips.

Then, he notices Mr. Aizawa lying down on the hammock right behind the three, looking like he's grading some papers. Now he realizes what the hammock is made out of and that it belongs to Mr. Aizawa.

Wait Mr. Aizawa is in it too?

"You losers can't get on my level!" Bakugou boasts loudly.

"Technically, you're just hitchhiking on Mr. Aizawa," he hears Midoriya comments, another unfortunate victim of lava.

"SHUT UP, DEKU!"

"And you're not alone too. Aoyama and Ojirou are with you," he hears Yaoyorozu adds. He is surprised that she had died by the lava. He would've thought she would be among the last.

"Not for long."

Without hesitation, Bakugou suddenly pushes Aoyama and Ojirou off, catching the pair by surprise and they fall to the floor. Thankfully, their reflexes soften the landing.

"OH DAMN!"

"The betrayal!"

"You had that planned since the very beginning!" Ojirou points an accusing finger at Bakugou above him.

"There ain't a rule on betrayal!" Bakugou cackles as his smirk widens. "Now lie down and be good, Tails!"

He hears Ojirou grumbles unhappily as he lowers himself down to lie on his back and crosses his arms over his chest. Aoyama follows closely behind while releasing a sad sigh.

It seems more than half are now dead. Not many are left and now it is a fight for survival. He is curious when is the next betrayal will occur because that seems to be the play right now.

"I am going to win this game!" Bakugou yells again. "You know why?! Because there's only one spot on this throne I am sitting, losers!"

"You're right, Bakugou. There is only one spot," Mr. Aizawa suddenly speaks up.

Then, the hammock suddenly disappears.

"Wh- NO!" Bakugou screams as he plummets to the ground, landing on the floor near Ojirou and Aoyama. Immediately, everyone cheers.

"YOO!"

"The betrayer got betrayed!"

"Serves you right, loser!"

As his classmates cheer over Bakugou's defeat, he looks back up at the ceiling, at Mr. Aizawa. There is now only a single strand of his scarf now that the hammock is gone, and Mr. Aizawa is still lying down on his back on said single strand, expertly balancing his body on it.

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!" Bakugou demands.

"There is no rule for betrayal, Bakugou," Mr. Aizawa answers without looking away from the papers in his hands. "And like you had said, there is only one spot on this throne I am on."

"OUCH!"

"YOU JUST GOT SERVED!"

"Get burned!"

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"Come on, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Please stop pushing me around."

"But you always walk so slowly!"

"Correction, you Problem Children walk too fast."

Uraraka looks over to her friends who are all teamed up to pull Mr. Aizawa to yet another store. He had agreed to chaperone them after they got the permission to go to the shopping mall today, something they are all excited about. Mr. Aizawa had grumbled all the time since before they got here but she knows that he doesn't mean it, that he is not truly complaining. She knows he is letting himself getting dragged around by them.

"Uraraka! Come on! Mr. Aizawa is being difficult again!"

"I am not."

"I'm coming!"

"Here I thought you were the more sensible one," she hears Mr. Aizawa grumbles as she puts her hands on his back to push him. She giggles in response.

"Nope!"

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They had thought that Mr. Aizawa was surrounded extroverted people who care about him who just happen to be his friends, but now they begin to realize that they are part of the people too.

As they all up at the banner they had set up all by themselves in the common area, they too, a bunch of excited high energy children, lovingly called Problem Children, care about their teacher.

DING

"He's here!"

"Get ready, everyone!"

They all quickly move to their designated positions turn towards the elevator, excitement courses throughout their bodies. Then, the doors slide open.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. AIZAWA!"

I'll be taking a little break from writing for the moment to dedicate my time on a personal project of mine. I might return back to writing on January next year, hopefully finished the project by then (had already spent a week on it and that's only 1/4th done). But even then, I need time to finish the work before publishing it, so it might take months before it will be published. So I will be gone in a very long while until I reappear.

idk if I should put my social media here or not...

My next work will be EraserBunny fic, yay ship. So expect that in the future.

Aight, see ya in a while. bye.

-RJ