Kikan hummed as they watched on from their desk, tapping the pen in their hand as they watched one of their co-workers head over to the door.
Someone had knocked on it and they were willing to bet that it would be one of the students.
Something that seemed to be growing in volume since Midoriya covered for Maijima, which had led the support course first years to coming to the office looking for the boy, and even a few Eds coming up to see the boy the past couple of days.
"Oh, hey Sai-Chan! What ya need little listener?" Mic asked happily greeting one of the business course students, likely one of his own.
"Hello Mic-Sensei, is Midoriya-San here? I've got a question for him." the young girl replied and Kikan huffed in their head.
And now Midoriya was starting to grab up kids from the business course.
Kikan placed their head in their hand as they considered the last couple weeks since Midoriya had joined the staff.
His appearance was one that brought a lot of turmoil, no one had been told of Midoriya's hire until the day before and they certainly weren't informed of who was to be hired, just an email from Nezu about gathering all the first-year teachers and department heads to meet the new addition to the roster.
Though currently speaking they hadn't had the pleasure of interacting with Midoriya beyond that first staff meeting, which seemed to be a real shame since a good chunk of the other first year teachers had one story to tell about the boy and his hijinks at this point.
Nemuri had taken to bragging about the boy's art which seemed to be the only way she could actually fluster the boy.
Snipe was bringing in the good coffee attempting to bribe Bullet-Jacker into letting Midoriya help him with the next shooting exercise, apparently having no fear of once again being tossed on his ass by the young boy... or getting another shot to the throat.
Yamada was concerned about the boy but fumbling in how to go about his concerns, which has only gotten worse since Sunday.
Bullet-Jacker likely has a few since she spent most of the day with Midoriya, not that she talked about him without it being a backhanded comment towards her former students that now made up most of the staff for the hero course.
Or Haruki-San since the two seemed to share lunch period more often than not.
Maijima had also been singing the boy's praises since Midoriya somehow knew how to calm his class of gremlin children, and they had to concede to that point because the few of class 1-G who'd come by were much tamer in comparison to some of Maijima's usual 'problem children'.
And of course, everyone and their mother probably knew Aizawa had the biggest bone to pick with the boy, the man had come in looking much worse for wear since once a week every week since the boy's students would jump him to keep him from dragging Midoriya in.
Something that wasn't alleviated by the fact Midoriya was a fan of Aizawa, though they certainly got a kick out of how Aizawa's face scrunched up when his eyes lingered on either replicated goggles or scarf.
Kikan smirked at that last thought.
Only a true undergrounder would be upset over the fact they had fans out there, and Aizawa was as underground as a hero could get bar his job here at U.A.
A soft call of their name brought them out of their thoughts, and they looked up to see Midoriya stood in front of their desk and gave a soft hum.
"Yes Deku-San?" they asked.
"Sai-San here," Midoriya began motioning to the girl beside him "Needs a piece of support gear to help her with her quirk, I'll write up her paperwork but I think one of the support course students would be able to make it for her since it's a very simple one." Midoriya explained politely.
"And you want me to ask one of my kids to whip it up for you?" Kikan guessed.
"They'll get extra credit and paid for the commission." Midoriya promised already getting his wallet out "I can write a check now." Midoriya offered as well, pulling out a check.
"I'm sure they will be thrilled, money or no. Though the school does insist on a ¥5000 fee for any student commissions, might be double since the festival is around the corner." Kikan answered.
Midoriya nodded writing out the check and handing it over along with a couple of papers, likely with what the girl needed built.
"Nice doing business with you Deku-San." Kikan said tucking the two papers away with plans to approach one of the students tomorrow once the children had returned.
The deal done Midoriya and the young girl both left, Midoriya to get to his other work and the girl probably leaving to go home.
Well, they got their interaction though they would have liked something less, mundane but they would likely get their chance later, they would have to speak to Midoriya once the support gear was done naturally.
Kikan grumbled as they glared at another pile of paperwork for the festival's firewalls.
As the main programmer since Bullet-Jacker announced her planned retirement Kikan had found their desk coated with the technical problems the woman used to deal with.
And frankly they felt so agitated as of late, not to mention the regular stress of the festival, so they were long over do for a prank, but one it had to be that wouldn't be that extreme since there would be a good chance Aizawa and Maijima would legitimately kill them for it.
It would only be for a couple minutes, but Kikan would greatly prefer to avoid any semi-deaths in the near future.
They would have to target someone from one of the other departments then, maybe he should go for one of the students then?
If so, it would have to be very small time then, Midoriya likely wouldn't take very kindly if they did something bigger... not that they'd ever do anything like what happened with Togata.
But perhaps they could do something on a bigger scale... the students would do well to have a bit of a laugh, or at least loosen up a little before the big day.
But how to go about that in a way that all the classes would enjoy it?
They weren't an alumnus so they wouldn't be able to fully know what any of the students would be feeling currently from past experiences like any of their co-workers could, and they hadn't spent much time with students out of the support course.
And unfortunately, Kikan was rather certain none of their co-workers had much experience with the courses outside of their own chosen professions, Yogi didn't count since he was almost four generations separated from the current one, he was in his eighties now.
Feeling more than hearing an explosion Kikan sighed and stood from their desk, heading out of their private office on the support floor and towards the studios.
One of the first years had to be experimenting again, the third and second years normally tempered out the explosions by now.
They were certain that the support course wasn't nearly so volatile at their own alma mater, but they had begrudgingly become used to the 'lively' ness of U.A's support course.
Didn't mean they liked working with the gear-heads though, they would take the programmers in 1-F any day, or the one or two analysts that ended up in the support course here.
They weren't surprised that the noise came from 1-G's studio and entered the room even less surprised by the black soot covering things or the two students already being scolded by Maijima.
The rainbow tie dye on everyone in the room did throw them for a loop though.
"Do I want to ask?" Kikan questioned which made Maijima sigh deeply.
"No." Maijima said, sounding like the tips Midoriya had given him hadn't been working as well as he'd like.
"Thank you for your concern, Para-Drome, but I have this under control." Maijima told them before turning back to the students and his scolding of them.
Kikan shook their head and left the studio, they were certain part of the reason Maijima had shooed them away was because he was worried they would use whatever tie dye bomb the students discovered against the staff later.
Which was fair enough, they had done so before now a couple of times but frankly they had already developed their own brand of paint bombs so they wouldn't need to look through the students accidentally made one.
And as fun as a paint bomb would be, that would just be cruel at the moment.
Though they had gotten the basis for an idea that a majority would at least not be completely freaked out by.
However, they would need to get someone to help them with it before the festival came.
And with a smirk building on their face since they knew just the person to ask to help them with this.
Shouta walking up to the school building frowned as soon as he got to the doors.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something that made Shouta hesitate and want to scowl at the thought of entering.
Shouta took a deep breath somehow getting the feeling that today was going to be unreasonably long for him, then opened up the door and immediately knew why he got this feeling and wanted to strangle one of his co-workers.
Because somehow, someway, the halls of U.A. were decked out with a bunch of decorations that absolutely weren't here yesterday when he left.
As sleep deprived as he was Shouta would like to think that he'd notice the multiple banners showing support for the four courses in the upcoming festival, or the numerous posters showing off a couple of the students from each course like they were running for student council president or something.
And he definitely would have remembered the student plushies piled up in barrels all over the halls.
How did Chuumoku do all of this in less than twenty-four hours?
Picking up one of the dolls, chibi form or not, they were very detailed, and it was easy for Shouta to recognize the doll as the blue rose girl from Bullet-Jacker's class, shiny legs and all.
Looking up and down the halls Shouta's confusion only grew since there had to be at least four hundred dolls just in this hallway and peeking around the corner shows there to be way more barrels throughout the school.
*What the hell?* Shouta thought because there had to be hundreds of thousands of dolls made overnight with who knows whose money, time and resources.
Checking out for the day he put the doll down in a random barrel and just left for the break room and was unsurprised when Midoriya was already there scribbling away at his desk muttering, the only thing of major notice was the twin plushie groups of Miyake and his friends taking up a good chunk of the boy's desk space.
Shouta raised an eye at this, but he wasn't as invested in figuring out the boy's craziness this early in the day and chose to move over to the coffee machine to get a cup in before the rest of the staff got here.
Nemuri and Hizashi would be absolutely un-bearable once they get in and see the student plushies.
Some of the others would be too but his friends would be the most obnoxious about it.
And in a self-fulfilling prophecy the windows rattle in their hinges as a squealing noise that was all too familiar to Shouta and making him grimace.
Shouta sighed, face palming and began counting down in his head.
*5... 4... 3... 2... 1.* Shouta thought.
Then on cue the door slammed open, and Shouta turned on his quirk to glare at Hizashi, who stood in the doorway teary eyed and his arms bursting at the seams with plushies, most likely those of his students.
"Sho, look at them." Hizashi said, voice squeaking from Shouta locking up his vocal cords.
Shouta was so going to spike Chuumoku's coffee with garlic for this.