(Oi, Clauds. I'm not lying :P)

I can't help but feel like I'm being very repetitive in the comments. Maybe it sounds like I'm just trying to be polite? I genuinely mean that I'm happy you guys like my shitty self-indulging one-shots. I never know how to respond to compliments so I default to politeness. I'm so, so sorry if it feels impersonal. You'd think I'd be better with words, haha.

Anyway, I've noticed how short chapters have been getting. I'm gonna attempt to make them longer. But for now, enjoy this new chapter!

You'd have to be blind not to notice the change in Uraraka.

"Wow! You're all fired up!" Mina said.

Uraraka grinned, a fierce look in her eyes. "Yes! Gunhead is an amazing teacher!"

One by one, the students of 1-A filed into the classroom. There was (arguably) more chatter than usual, as everyone had just come back from their internships.

There was a soft knock on the door. Aizawa glanced over and saw Present Mic waving him over. He sighed. "I'll be right back. Don't destroy the place."

"Yes, sensei!" The class chorused.

As Aizawa slipped out, Bakugou walked into the classroom. His head snapped up, as if he sensed danger or a fight. He eyed Uraraka with a feral grin that she returned.

"Oi, Bakugou~" Uraraka walked over. "Wanna have a re-match?"

"You're on, Round-face." Bakugou smirked.

The two jumped in fighting stances. The other students yelped and scrambled away. Iida lunged between the two.

"I must beg you to wait until Heroics class to fight!" Iida yelled. "The collateral damage from your fight at the Sports Festival was immense and destroying our classroom is not the wisest course of action if we want to be heroes!"

Uraraka snapped out of whatever trance the two were in, a guilty look on her face. Bakugou snarled and lunged forward anyway.

Uraraka grabbed his punch and twisted, flipping Bakugou over her shoulder.

"That's enough!" Iida shouted, grabbed Uraraka to stop her from continuing the fight. "Go sit down!"

"Yes, mom." Bakugou answered sarcastically. He rolled over and pushed himself off of the ground, then left.

Uraraka felt a little tug on her pants. She looked down to see Izuku looking up at her with sparkles in his eyes.

"How did you do that?" He asked.

"Oh, it's easy!" Uraraka chirped. She held a hand out for his stuffed doll of Backdraft. "May I?"

Izuku passed the plush over. Uraraka slowly demonstrated the movements from before.

"Can I try!?" Izuku bounced excitedly.

Uraaka laughed. "Of course!"

Izuku smiled. Uraraka showed him the first stance, which he imitated rather well. She widened his legs a little. With a gentle push, she told him, "See? Now it's hard to knock you over."

Izuku giggled.

She walked him through each of the steps, then let him try it himself with the stuffed toy.

Aizawa walked back into the room in time to see Izuku slam the toy into the ground. He looked at Uraraka. "I was gone for five minutes. And you taught him how to judo flip a stuffed animal?"

Uraraka blushed.

Aizawa sighed. "I suppose it could have been worse. Go sit down. Class is about to start."

AKA the chapter where I went up to my martial arts instructor for a demonstration. God, that hurt.

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