Shouta Aizawa spent most of his career working alone. He preferred it that way. Let him better go unnoticed. But when he became a teacher at U.A., he never expected that he would end up teaching someone exactly like him.

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When Shouta Aizawa signed up to teach at U.A., if you told him at the time how much trouble it would end up being, he never would have agreed to do it. Still, he put his all into it, and if anyone disagreed with how he did things, they would be told to go jump into a river with concrete socks on. Hell, he even expelled an entire class one year on their first day. The principal wasn't very happy with that, but Aizawa personally couldn't care less.

He was getting a new class today. After just five minutes, he was contemplating expelling them all just to save himself the trouble. The loud blonde boy was on the fast track to being his least favorite. However, Principal Nedzu probably wouldn't tolerate that twice, so he sucked it up, and got out of his sleeping bag in order to introduce himself.

After telling them to get their asses dressed and outside, lest they be expelled, he told them to get to work and promptly shattered their expectations for how the rest of their education would be.

To their credit, the kids did pretty well. The girl with the ponytail came up with a lot of creative solutions to the challenges presented to her, using her quirk to the fullest, and for all his talk and bravado, the loud blonde kid was more than able to back up his bold claims.

That kid with the green hair was acting weird, though. He saw how he performed during the practical, so he knows that he should be scoring better than he is. For whatever reason, he's been holding back. We can't have that can we?

"Midoriya."

"Huh? Um...yes sir?"

"If you don't get first place, I'm expelling you on the spot."

If there was one thing Aizawa enjoyed about his job, it was putting the fear of god into unsuspecting students. He always cherished seeing them realize exactly what's at stake. Midoriya seemed to be taking this especially seriously now. He decided to double check the previous scores on the ball throw while he worked when he heard a sharp crack. Aizawa looked back up to see the score counter in the process of calculating Midoriya's score and the ball no longer in his hand.

'1,000...2,000...3,000...much better.'

With a final score of 3,283.5 meters on the ball throw, Aizawa decides that Midoriya is far from lacking in potential.

If only he could figure out what it was that made his head hurt everytime he looked at him.

Issue One: A Tale Most Astonishing

So.

This is a thing.

This is an idea I had that I'd figure I'd give a shot at writing.

This is my first story, so I can't promise it'll be any good, or that it'll go anywhere, or that I'll ever finish it, cause I both have ADHD and am a chronic procrastinator, but I promise to try.

Have a great night, All.