“Shota! Looking more grumpier than usual! Got no sleep last night?” the blonde’s voice boomed through the teacher’s lounge. 

“Will you just shut up for once,” the tired man sighed, a nerve striking out of his neck out of pure annoyance. 

“Yup. Definitely more grumpy today,” the voice hero muttered to himself. “What’s been keeping you up at night? Got a girl on your mind?” 

His smile could practically be heard from just that comment. The Erasure teacher groaned. 

“Being in a relationship is of the highest point of irrationality. A romantic partner would only distract me from my job and hero-work. It would be pointless, and you know that a relationship with me and someone else wouldn’t work. Stop playing match-maker and get your head out of the clouds and stop thinking about false hope. I am not getting into a relationship,” he concluded, hopefully making his point across to his friend. 

“Seems pretty overexaggerated of a speech if you ask me. I’ve never seen someone in a relationship deny so much about not having one.”

Aizawa let out a frustrated exhale as he ran his hand in his hair, his other hand clenching into a tight fist. He was one who had quick tempers but no one had really figured, as he did bottle up his emotions preferably rather than ruining a bond with someone from a burst of illogical reasoning and instinctive feelings. 

“I said that to get it through your thin skull and meager brain.”

“Hey, I do not have a meager brain!” the blonde pouted. 

The raventte only grunted in response, firmly doubting his remark, before eying the clock on the wall. 10 minutes before the homeroom bell rings. 

He rubbed his tired eyes, removing the crust from his eyes from his previous nap when he arrived at the school. 

Unzipping his sleeping bag and rolling it up, pressing a small button attached to the side of the bag, shrinking down to a small bundle of fabric. Although it was cruel and unprofessional to ask hero support in making something unrelated to hero work, he had managed to gain a favour from one of the hero support members. In that favour, they had made it so he could make a portable sleeping bag; able to change in size and fit in small pockets, and then enlarge itself to its former glorified state. He was so glad he had thought of this up, it was especially helpful in homeroom, when he had nothing to teach or talk about.  

Reaching for a mug, he took a final sip of the sweet, bitter hot liquid, licking his lips deliciously as the caffeine was guzzled down his throat, before setting it down on the table, and leaving the teacher lounge to head to his homeroom. 

As he walked through the hallways, he saw some students pass through as well. Some waved to him as others greeted him, while others simply ignored his presence. He couldn’t care any less, he just nodded in acknowledgement to those that had the audacity to greet him. 

From the amount of years he had taught 1-A as their homeroom teacher, it was almost like an instinct that his feet would automatically carry himself to the room. He could be unconscious and somewhere else, lost in his minds, and his legs would subconsciously know where to stop, where to go, and how fast they had to go. He’s been through these hallways a thousand times, he’s walked each inch of the corridors. Knowing this, he let himself drift into his thoughts. 

His thoughts lingered around the topic from early this morning. About the unsolved murder of three criminals. He was invested into the murderer himself. 

Debates about the cause of the murder was still ongoing, but from his research, not one of each side was confirmed. He found it strange so many people would be invested into something like this, especially with the theme it evolves around, and how shallow it is considered to any relevant national debates, politics for an example. Some went as far as to make crazy conspiracies, like they have been bitten from an animal that carried a disease which could cause Tachycardia, or it is a newfound virus with effects such as that. Either way, he knew he was being hypocritical, before saying he had no opinion on what he thought about when the debate was first brought up from Hizashi. 

Now, he was investigating it himself, digging up any information on the crime and the murderer. He had his suspicions that he had seen, hell, he met the murderer. 

Although he didn’t have much to go off of other than knowledge of a quirk being able to do this, and his gut instincts. He told himself irrationality and reasoning couldn’t get him anywhere, and he knew this, but he still couldn’t help but point a finger. 

It was quite obvious he would blame the strange female he encountered during the USJ. Again, his thoughts about her peculiar behavior resurfaced the question: Was she some emotionless and forceful puppet with no intention of killing people, or was she really a villain that planned on harming more people, just for fun? He didn’t know either one of those answers, similar to those still questioning the still-in-investigation murder. 

Whatever the case was, he still wasn’t sure why his mind had led him to this though. Maybe it was the familiarity to a former friend he has come to know. Maybe if he brought down the villain it would bring peace to his mind and he would be able to forget her again.

But as he neared the doorway of the classroom, a passing thought flew by him that he dismissed entirely.

That wasn’t what he wanted; for it to all disappear and never come back again. He wanted it to bring peace to his mind forever, to be able to overcome the thought, and maybe, just maybe, the war in his head would stop. 

A/N: Wow he really hates you. Not sorry lol.