"Man, we have some pretty impressive results here!" Gojou exclaimed in pride as he finished reviewing the overall scores of the fitness tests. However his cheerful mood felt somewhat out of place given his current status. While he held the tablet with the testing results in one hand, his other arm was currently holding up an enraged Bakugou, the teen shouting expletives and trying in vain to lash out. Utilizing an impressive amount of strength, the teacher clamped his hand on the top of the unruly students' head and was holding him aloft like he was a prize in one of those arcade crane-games. "But alas, there always has to be a non-winner."

"Don't you mean 'loser'?" Iida questioned at Gojou's strange turn-of-phrase.

The teacher looked a little disappointed at the remark. "Do you really want to call some of your fellow classmates' losers?" he asked whilst pouting. "That's such a mean thing to say! I was only trying to lighten the blow by giving them a less-insulting title than simply branding them as losers."

Even though they weren't, Iida felt as if all his fellow heroes-in-training were suddenly shooting him some serious hate-filled glares. The studious teen dropped to his hands and knees in something akin to self-loathing. "How could I be so foolish…" he uttered in a hushed tone of utter disbelief. "To think that I would make such a mistake, it is unforgivable!"

Swiftly returning to a standing position, Iida immediately performed a perfect 90 degree bow while remaining perfectly still, despite the uncomfortableness that such a stance would produce. "I OFFER MY MOST SINCERE APOLOGIES, MY FELLOW STUDENTS! I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT YOU CAN FIND IT SOMEWHERE IN YOUR HEART TO FORGIVE ME!"

An awkward silence was what followed.

Gojou coughed into his hand to gather everyone's attention. "Now, as I was saying…"

(-)

The first day of school at UA had come to an end, and whilst most students would be heading home for the day, as per Gojou-sensei's orders, the four worst-performing students from the fitness testing were forced to remain behind for detention. Though it was meant to be just four, a fifth wound up joining them in the form of Iida, who was still upset with himself and insisted he join them as punishment, even though nobody held that 'insult' against him, and even Gojou had just made the original remark in jest. As for the bottom four, those positions had been filled by Midoriya, Hagakure, Mineta, and Jirou, all of whom looked rather sullen about having detention on the first day of school.

While the five students were sitting silently and looking down in disappointment, Gojou sat in his chair before swinging his legs up to rest his feet on the desk. "Okay kiddos, I know we're all a bit upset about being here," he started saying in a sympathetic tone. "myself especially, as I really wanted to try that new sushi-bar down the street, but I needed to give you all a reason to try your best during the test. And in my experience, students hate nothing more than staying for detention."

Despite explaining his reasons, none of the teens felt any sense of relief.

Sighing and rubbing at the back of his neck, Gojou spoke again. "The thing about calling home was a lie though, so you don't need to worry about that."

Barely a response was received.

Craning his head to look at the clock on the wall, Gojou noticed that about five minutes had passed since detention began. Spinning in his chair and leaping into a standing position, the teacher gave the kids a salute before walking for the door.

"Alright, detentions over. Time to go home you little rascals."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Already?"

Needless to say, the students were a little confused.

"You're letting us go already?" Midoriya asked as his brow furrowed. "We've barely been here five minutes."

Gojou raised a brow beneath his blindfold. "Would you rather stay longer?"

There was a unanimous response in the negative.

The white-haired teacher shrugged. "I never said how long your detention would be, and like I stated before, I got a sushi-bar to visit."

Thus came an end to the briefest detention a school had ever known.

(-)

It was the second day of school, and the first day that Class 1-A would be properly undergoing teaching by Gojou-sensei. His class period was earlier in the day, prior to the students being taught by All Might -which they were greatly excited and looking forward too-, which meant Gojou felt like he was little more than an opening act. No matter, he had his ways of getting their full attention.

"Okay students, welcome to my class!" he exclaimed with a clap of the hands. "This class is known as Sudden Situational Survival Studies. For the sake of convenience, you can refer to it as FourS, but make sure you pronounce the 's' as uppercase when you say it."

A hand shot up.

"Yes Iida?"

"Sensei, how does one go about pronouncing letters as uppercase?" the studious teen asked.

Giving the boy a thumbs up, Gojou replied. "That is an excellent question! As for what I'll be teaching you for this class," he trailed off, ignoring Iida's question as he reached underneath his desk for something. "my job is to prepare you for what you can't prepare for."

Standing back up, Gojou was now holding something in his right hand. "Here's an example of what I mean; Think fast!"

Swinging his hand out, the teacher somehow managed to strike every student in the center of their forehead with a small round object. The object in question being some kind of paintball, which burst on impact and left a green splat on each students face.

"What the hell man?!"

"The heck is this?!"

"What was that for?!"

Much bellyaching was had over what could only be described as a 'prank' by the teacher. After the initial surprise and annoyance wore off, several of the students tried to rub-off the green stain they now sported, only to be rewarded with failure. Chuckling, the students looked up to their teacher, who was juggling a handful of paintballs in one hand.

"Don't waste your energy, these were custom-made for me to use. While not toxic, the paint won't come off until it dries up in a few hours. Then all you need to do is peel it off." he explained with a snicker. "Consider them to be a mark of failure."

"Isn't this abuse?!"

Gojou shrugged. "This is UA, we have freedom to teach however we want~."

"How 'bout I teach you not to mess with me?!" Bakugou roared as he lunged forward, only to be pelted with another paintball, this time the color was red.

"I will also be using them as punishment for causing trouble." the teacher added as he watched Bakugou rage in his seat and try to peel off the paint. "From here on out, every day I will using these as a training method. Your job is to avoid getting hit as much as you can, so do your best to survive~."

(-)

"I AM HERE!"

Breathing in deep, All Might burst through the door and entered the classroom with a bombastic arrival.

"COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

Taking in his enthusiastic greeting with stride, the pro made his way over to the front of the room and turned to face his students. However, the speech he had planned died on his lips when he took notice of everyone's appearance. That being, the impossible to miss blotch of paint that stained each teens face.

"Err, is this one of those new fads that the kids are into these days?"