A/N: This is a parody of a Moist Critical video. Charlie, please don't make a video about this.
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Aizawa was staring at the clock. There were still ten minutes of class left. He shrugged because he knew he could just write them a late pass for their next class.
The Class was startled when Aizawa rolled his chair to the front of the class and sat down in it.
"Class, we need to talk." Aizawa said in a serious tone.
The room became very tense. They wondered what they did wrong.
Aizawa remembered how odd his class has been acting in the last few weeks. Some of the well-behaved ones started acting out to get his attention. While others went out and beyond to gain his approval. He wasn't blind to the way his students fought tooth and bone with each other whenever he needed a volunteer to pass out papers or run any other errand.
Aizawa took a big breath. He can't believe this is actually happening.
"Class, you are doing great! Keep up with the incredible work! I'm really proud of you." Aizawa said almost sarcastically.
The Class smiled when Aizawa praised them.
"But I think it's time I hit you guys with the cold hard truth. I'm not your Dad." Aizawa said.
His eyes darkened when most of his students started crying their hearts out. Their whole world came crashing down and shattered with mere words.
"My students need therapy ." Aizawa thought.
It was a good thing he brought some tissues just in case.
"I feel like not only my students but even the faculty forget the fact I am still technically a stranger to you guys." Aizawa said.
"But Mister Aizawa! We know your favorite animals are cats." Denki said.
"Yeah! And we know you like your coffee." Mina added.
Aizawa shook his head in disagreement.
"That's just little things. You don't really know me. You guys expect more from me than your own parents." Aizawa said.
This struck a chord in Shoto's heart.
"You guys care too much about my opinions. It's super unhealthy and super frustrating." Aizawa said.
Aizawa went on and mentioned a time when one of his students asked him a question about a current event and how some of the students felt attacked and offended by his opinion that they had to get up and leave.
"The thing is I don't care about your beliefs. It doesn't matter to me as long as you aren't doing anything harmful to yourself or others or anything illegal. That's very different." Aizawa explained.
He also told the class he got some angry emails from parents about that day.
"I understand you guys are a bunch of insecure teenagers going through hormonal changes and finding your place in this world. Been there, done that. But your behavior is concerning." Aizawa said.
"But if you are not Dad, why Dad?" Denki mocked in a baby voice.
"Yeah!" Mina said.
The Class murmur in agreement. Aizawa acted like a father figure to him even though he didn't have to.
Aizawa sighed.
"Guys even though I am not your father I am still your teacher. It's my duty to care for you guys." Aizawa said
"But that's what Dads do!" Hanta added.
"Okay, let's pretend for a second I am you guys' Dad." Aizawa said.
The Class gasped in excitement.
"I wouldn't want you guys to grow up to be like me." Aizawa said.
"What?!" The Class shouted.
Aizawa slowly blinked. He was so done with his class.
"Contrary to popular belief, I am not perfect!" Aizawa said.
Momo pulled out her graphing calculator and started inputting some numbers. She raised her hand and said, "Impossible! According to my math, you are perfect!"
"It's true! Compared to me and him, I am an extra." Katsuki yelled
"Wrong!" Aizawa snapped.
The Class quickly silenced themselves.
Aizawa quickly explained why it's important to keep boundaries between students and teachers and why professionalism is vital in the school system. However, he did felt a bit guilty when he saw the defeated looks on his student's faces. He wouldn't admit but he's kind of happy his class saw him as a father figure.
"Also by the way, if you guys don't cut it out, Nezu will replace me." Aizawa said.
This snapped the Class out of their blues. They were not going to lose their teacher because of their strange obsession with him.
The Second Bell rang.
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A/N: I can't believe I wrote this even though I love Dadzawa fics. I don't mean to attack anyone who enjoys Dadzawa fics. i just thought it would be fun to write a meta-fic about a popular trope.