Hitoshi reads the syllabus once, then he reads it again, just to make sure he won't miss a thing.
Unfortunately for him his timetable has one critical flaw.

The third lesson after homeroom on Monday is… English. They have five hours of English a week, which means that it's every day, which in turn means that aside from Eraserhead, the teacher whom he'll be seeing the most often is… his father.

Fuck.

Honestly, couldn't the damn fool teach anything else? Like arts? Maybe music?
To be fair they have one hour of art per week, with Midnight, so maybe that's better than having her as their English teacher.
He was sure that she was different in the school setting than her hero persona, but… yeah five days a week of that would get really tiring really quickly, especially since all the heroes in the school were ready to be called in to missions right after, or even during, the lessons, so they wore their hero costumes to class.

He wishes not to perceive her outfit that many times a week and see his classmates drool all over their desks. He shudders at the thought.

So… yeah, he kind of prefers Present Mic, just a little. Huh.

He looks through other details on his timetable. There are names he recognises, but also some he has to look up. Among those who he knows instantly are Cementos and Ectoplasm, but there are two he doesn't recognize until he sees their pictures on the internet: Structure-All and Upa Lupa, lesser known heroes, teaching Science and History respectively.

He's seen them on the news, he realises belatedly. Not as often as other UA teachers, but often enough that he recognizes them by face if not by name. They do have cool quirks.

Eraserhead is still cooler by a mile, but… well, they deserve some recognition too.

He rolls over on his bed, trying to memorise his schedule to not appear like a fool. The glasses guy—Iida, was it?—would definitely be scolding people who weren't perfectly in tune with such a prestigious school. He'd rather avoid being on the receiving end of that. On the other hand the dude really should chill a little. He sounded like he had a pole stuck up his ass. He should really think about getting that removed, in his personal, professional opinion.

It takes him a second to notice something, and then his eyes go wide and bulge. He was logically aware that All Might was a part of the faculty now, but he absolutely didn't expect him to… to teach him! Foundational Heroics too! Not some unimportant subject, no. Heroics!

He kicks his legs out a few times from giddiness as he thinks about that. He's going to be learning from the Best of the Best!

…but first, he has to survive English with his father.

Fuck.

Thankfully before English, he has other lessons. First is, of course, homeroom, during which Eraserhead drones about the details of their lesson plan for ten minutes straight with a voice so monotonous it could send him to sleep before leaving again.

Next is history, during which Upa Lupa explains in excrutiating detail what exactly they'll be covering during their three years in UA.

"And remember, next years won't have introductory lessons, we'll just jump right into it," he says. His voice sounds weird, through the gas mask and all, but it's pleasant to listen to. Hopefully Hitoshi won't fall asleep listening to it, instead of making notes…
Here's to hoping.

The next teacher they encounter is Cementos, teaching them literature. He spends the lesson similar to Upa Lupa, explaining exactly what they're going to read through the year (probably for those who haven't read the syllabus) and how to get points during his classes, which is well appreciated.

It's all so… normal. He almost feels like he's been teleported back to his first day of middle school.

But then it's time for English. He really doesn't want to learn English right now.

"Everybody put your hands up!" Present Mic enters the classroom with flourish that really doesn't match with the fact they're having normal lessons. Hitoshi feels lucky that he's so far away from the blackboard, maybe if he stays silent he won't be noticed.

When no one complies with his request, Present Mic deflates, and grumbles something under his breath, before straightening. "Alright then, I wanted to do a cool lesson, but we're doing a normal lesson." The class sighs with relief. "What is that supposed to mean!?"

Hitoshi chuckles under his breath. Okay, maybe this won't be so bad after all if the whole class bullies him a little.

Present Mic writes four sentences on the blackboard, among them, two catch Hitoshi's attention. The first and the last one. The last one, because it's wrong, the first… well, it says 'The man whom I respect most is my father.' and Hitoshi has a bone to pick with it even if it's just an example. Because either the fool knows and didn't try to contact him anyway, or he's really, really, oblivious. Or he's testing him. That's probable.

"Which of these English sentences is wrong?" Don't raise to the bait, don't raise to the bait, don't raise to the bait—

Fuck it.

"Depends if we're talking grammatically or substantively," he speaks up before anyone else can say anything. Ah goddammit.

Present Mic blinks at him, clearly startled to the bone, but it only lasts a second before he's back to his normal facade. "Alright, little listener, what sentences are those?"

Great, he dug himself into a grave.

"Fourth and first," he tries to speak nonchalantly. "Fourth being grammatically incorrect. It shouldn't have 'that' in it, making it 'Please tell me all you know.' or it should have an 's', making it 'Please tell me that's all you know.' if we want to change the meaning a little," he answers. Hopefully that would distract the man from the rest.

"That's correct, Shinsou. Both version of your answer are correct," the teacher says, marks something in his notebook, and starts wiping the blackboard.

Only then Hitoshi notices the blood thrumming in his ears alongside his quickened heartbeat. That was… That was his first conversation with the man. Ever. And he just admitted he doesn't respect him. Oh boy, hopefully the man doesn't know, and won't know. Hopefully he's oblivious.

Hopefully.

"Shou he knows," Hizashi laments, nearly sobbing with how many tears there are, "And he's bitter and he doesn't like me, and he made a point to tell me that, and—"

Shouta presses a hand to his mouth, before the whining could turn into quirk use. And that was probable with how loud he was getting. Also to stop the rambling, but that was secondary.

"Why do you think he does?" He asks, because maybe if he learns what is truly bothering his husband, aside from his own emotions, he'll be able to help him… Maybe.

"So I start lesson like normal, you know, and the class sighs with relief when I say we're gonna have a normal lesson, and he started chuckling!"

"Probably because he found it funny? Not because he hates you specifically?" Shouta proposes, but Hizashi simply shakes his head.

"No, no, that was just the first step!" he sobs out. "After that I wrote a few sentences on the board, you know, something simple like I always do. But I wrote it from the book, you know I hate coming up with examples myself…

"And the first sentence was about respecting your father. And he said, in front of the whole entire class, while staring me straight in the eye, that substantively that sentence is wrong for him!"

Shouta stops where he's patting Hizashi on the back, his brain screeching to a halt for just a moment. "…run that through me again?"

"I wrote 'The person whom I respect the most is my father.' on the blackboard," Hizashi stops sobbing, but Shouta knows it's calm before the storm. "And he said that it's substantively incorrect." Shouta closes his eyes with a sigh.

Three, two, one… His eyes shoot open, his quirk activated, just in time for Hizashi's breakdown. "HE HATES MEEEEEEE…!"

Shouta sighs, tiredly rubbing at his eyes.
"I don't think he hates you," he states carefully. "He's just a teenager." They're moody as all hell. "But you're probably right in that he is your son and knows about it."

Hizashi looks at him with those sad, sad, blood-red eyes that he falls for over and over again. He opens his arms, and the man throws himself at him, hugging him like his life depends on it.

"There, there. It's going to be alright." They're going to figure it out. Together.

Aside from embarrassing himself completely in the English class, Hitoshi thinks he's doing pretty good so far.

Right after that they had Hero Ethics, which was essentially a law class for heroes, taught by Eraserhead, then lunch, and oh god the food was so good, and that… that was when the normality ended, replaced with what they were all eagerly waiting for since the day began.

The door slides open slowly, and they hear a booming voice. "I! AM!" All Might appears, swinging himself through the doorway. "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!", he shouted in his All Might Voice™, you know, like a liar.

"It's All Might!"

"Wow, he really is a teacher!"

Multiple other exclamations as stupid as those before them sound in the classroom, and Hitoshi sighs at their antics, still smiling giddily because oh my god All Might is going to teach him how to be a hero!

"That's a costume from his Silver Age, isn't it?" a frog-looking girl asks.

"Its style is so different, it's giving me goose-bumps!"

All Might finally reaches the lectern and everyone quietens. "I teach Foundational Hero Studies. It is a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You'll take the most units of this subject, as we have seven lessons per week in the first semester, and it's only going to go up in later ones!"

Yes. Yes, this is exactly what he's here for. Yes. "Now, let's get right into it! This is what we'll do today!" He extends a hand with some object that has 'BATTLE' written on it. "Combat training!"

"Combat…" a blond explodo-boy growls out.

"…training?" finishes the scared hare Midoriya.

"And to go right with that, we have these!" All Might points at a wall with now sliding out shelves, where neat, silver suitacases with numbers are displayed. "Costumes made based on your quirk registration and requests you sent in before school started!"

"Costumes…!"

"After you change, gather in Ground Beta!"

The whole class packs in record time and goes to the changing rooms, to put on their hero costumes for the very first time.

Hitoshi opens the case with his costume and feels himself blush, just now realising that the hero whom he based his costume on, would likely see him in it sooner or later, as he is their homeroom teacher.

Fuck.

Oh well, how did it go? It's not blackmail if you're not embarrassed about it. Right? Right.

He quickly puts it on, leaving his stuff in the locker, and goes to admire himself in the mirror.

The jumpsuit fits him perfectly, it's loose but not too loose, in black-grey camo print, with many pockets and an utility belt, and to crown it all, a speaker capable of amplifying his weaker attacks.

He hears a scoff from behind. Great.

"What are you, a girl?" the blonde bitch, Bakugou was it?, asks condescendingly.

Hitoshi narrows his eyes at him. He will not stand for this weak dig at his masculinity.

"What are you, a coward who can't admit I look good?" he does a little twirl and hears a snicker from some other guy who apparently finds the situation hilarious.

"I will act however I want, I will do whatever I want, I will wear whatever I want, and you will shut the fuck up." He hears a gasp from the bone-breaking guy, and he looks at him briefly. He looks horrified. "What, you need a reminder in which century we live in too?" he addresses him, and he rapidly shakes his head.

As he turns back to Bakugou he finds him marching at him, and sighs, preparing for the guy to use his quirk on him. Exactly as he expects, Bakugou sends of an explosion right in front of his face. He refuses to flinch, appearing completely unphased.

"Who do you think you are, huh? You're nothing but a stopgap in my way. I'll surpass you and leave you in dust," he seethes.

Hitoshi blinks. What the fuck is this guy's problem?

"Yeah, sure, good luck," he says monotonously, then turns around and waves. "We're gonna be late to the lesson guys, hurry up."

He is followed by most of the class, Midoriya skitters around until he's close by. He's shaking, Hitoshi realises after a second.

Huh.

"I, um, I didn't mean…" he stutters out when he notices Hitoshi's gaze on him. "I didn't mean anything bad when I, uh, when I gasped." He fiddles with his gloves as he speaks, and carefully keeps his eyes to the ground. "I was just, um, surprised? You stood up to Kacchan."

Hitoshi feels a headache incoming. Kacchan? Such a cutesy nickname for a guy who tried to explode him yesterday…

He chooses to just nod, accepting the explanation. "Okay."

"O-Okay, just wanted you to know." He then skitters away, avoiding 'Kacchan' with wide berth. Hm…

He follows him with his eyes until he nearly bumps into Bakugou forcing his way to the front. Ugh. It's only the second day and he already hates the guy.

Still, he refuses to show he's affected, so he holds himself straight as a string, and his chin held high.

He steps out of the corridor onto the Ground Beta with everyone, himself being in the first row, right next to Bakugou and Iida, and that bubbly girl, uh, Uraraka?

Midoriya runs after the group for some reason, and only fully emerges once no one else comes with him. Uraraka spots him and they start talking, Hitoshi pays them no mind, focusing on All Might… who is… focusing on Midoriya.

Great.

The man starts chuckling, but tries to quickly school his composure into something presentable.

"Now, now, it's time for combat training!"

Hitoshi smiles to himself. This is gonna be great.