***(Y/N) POV***

"Like hell I'm listening to this wench! She isn't even a teacher!"

It didn't surprise me that Bakugou wasn't impressed by me being up in front of the class, but I wasn't bothered by it. Nobody else seemed to mind.
"Bakugou, this is part of her course. If you don't like it, then you can go take an ancient history exam with general studies." Aizawa sighed, seating himself on one of the benches nearby.

It had been a week since the school festival announcement, with only four days remaining, and I had been tasked with teaching a lesson. Fighting wasn't exactly a strong suit of mine, being short in stature and having been blind half the time, but I was basically made of rubber. Evasion was my game.

"Okay, boys and babes! I'd like you all to try and do the splits for me. Emphasis on try, but do your best!" The students looked at me like I was a little crazy, but they all followed without complaint, minus the bratty blond.
"I'm not made for this..." Kirishima mumbled to himself, legs wide apart but nowhere near where he needed to be.

"Speak for yourself! My time to shine!" Mina, on the other hand, managed it without a sweat, and I gave her an exuberant thumbs up.
"That's the way!" I cheered, having to force back a chortle when I noticed that the others weren't having much luck. Hagakure, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sero and, surprisingly, Shoji, were close, but no ticket.

"Is...there some kind of trick to it, Miss (Y/N)? Or is it just a matter of training our muscles?" Midoriya questioned, trying to keep the class president from toppling over. The poor guy was as stiff as a board.
"Some people are born with natural flexibility, yes, but anyone can do simple things like the splits with enough practice!" I explained, pulling one of my legs back to stretch, which the students had done earlier.

Maybe. Some of you...Eh, I don't hold much hope...

"Heroes need to be flexible to avoid attacks, as well as other things. Take my run in with that creepy NooNoo...uh...Nomu thing! I was able to hold out for longer due to my flexibility, not only when I was dodging, but when it was snapping my limbs." A few of the kids cringed at the thought, which I found amusing, like the sick individual I was.

"Miss (Y/N) is correct. Whilst some people cannot master it due to physical attributes, such as myself, it's crucial to at least try to master the basics. I may not be able to turn into a human pretzel, but I am able to dodge rather artfully." Cementoss added in his two cents from the sidelines, having agreed to come along to one of the training gyms to assist.

"Could you maybe show us what you're able to do? If you're up for it, that is." Jiro asked, raising her hand before quickly pulling it back down again. The ravonette to her side nodded in agreement, eyes sparkling.
"It would be rather inspiring to have a goal in mind. Mr. Aizawa did mention that you were incredibly good at gymnastics."

Snickering at Yaoyorozu's words, I glanced over to the mummified teacher, giving him a wink.
"Oh did he? Shota, you're so kind!" Before I could catch his scowl, I turned to Cementoss, thumbing over my shoulder. "Mind giving me two blocks I could use? Leg span, please, Mr. C."

The sentient Lego brick activated his quirk, forming two perfectly symmetrical blocks of stone, and I stretched my arms over my head as I approached them.
"Don't throw your back out, hag!" Bakugou jeered, his smarmy voice starting to grind at my patience.

"Katsuki, honey, I appreciate the concern, but I'm in better shape than you could ever wish to be." I retorted as casually as possible, dusting my hands off despite them being clean. "I don't expect you guys to be able to do anything close to this without dedicated practice, but it never hurts to aim high! I'm still pretty sore, so I'll just show you something a little less demanding of my body."

Flipping into a handstand between the pillars, I parted my legs into a split, planting my feet against each surface before pulling myself up. From there, I grabbed onto my left leg, ignoring the ache as I pulled my torso up.
"S..S..Stripper move!" Mineta, of course, began to lose his actual shit, and I rolled my eyes.
"She a..ain't wrong, Bakugou..! You'll never be that fit..!" Kaminari added, his salivating leaking into his voice.

"Shut up, you shitty defribrillator!" I could kind of the the boy's expression, and it made me happy. I liked causing frustration.
"That's so cool..." Sero murmured, owlish eyes blinking at my form.
"I wanna try that! Can I can I can I?!" Mina bounced up and down with excitement, all too eager to attempt my position. If anybody could manage it in the class, she could.

"Enough of that. (Y/N), get down before you hurt yourself. You're still not fully healed." Aizawa called out to me sternly, and for once I followed his order without complaint. I was already feeling worse for wear. Once back on the ground, I fixed my hair and shirt before clapping my hands, stepping out of the way.
"Alright, devil spawn! Line up and try to get as close to a regular split as you can! Those of you who feel gutsy, try my way! Don't whine if you break your neck, though!"

Tagging out by fiving Cementoss, I wandered over to Aizawa, plopping down beside him and stretching my legs out. It hadn't been a smart move, and I knew I'd be feeling it a whole lot more tomorrow.
"That was-"
"Idiotic, I know." I cut the man off, sticking my tongue out in his direction for no real reason. "Oh, Fuku got into the kitty kibble again. You didn't tell me the little shit could open cupboards."

Chuckling slightly, Aizawa leaned back, turning to watch his students attempt my little lesson.
"Yeah, I've been meaning to get some childproof locks for that. I'll grab one for my liquor cabinet, too, seeing as someone can't keep their grubby mitts away from it..."

Feigning offence with a hand to my chest, I gasped, leaning away from him.
"Rude! I had one glass! Helps me sleep." I defended, trailing off into a laugh and moving back to my original place. "So, when do the bandages come off, King Tutanzawa?" Glancing back to me, the man didn't look for long, but from just that I could tell he was sick of it.

"A few days after the festival. That reminds me, Yamada wanted to ask if you'd like to sit up in the announcement booth with us. It's fine by me, as long as you keep your trap shut and don't make a fool out of us." Grinning, I was happy I was invited. If I was honest, I had kind of been dreading the festival. Nobody had given me a role to play, so I would have just been loitering.

"I think Hizashi has that covered, don'tcha think?" I giggled, taking the puff of muffled air the man released a form of laughter. "Cross my heart, I'll be an extra good girl for you, Sho!" I was fully aware of the possible ways my words could have been taken, but it still amused me to no end when I caught that slight flush of the pale skin visible through white bandage.

"Just knowing that I have you lurking about my house makes me severely uncomfortable. I deserve a raise..." He muttered, but he didn't snap at me, nor did he try to move away. In my books, that was progress. Shifting a little closer, I leaned to peer up at him, smirking when he turned his head to avoid me.

"Don't worry, I don't do anything shady. You're cute when you sleep, though. Wanna see the pics to prove it?" When he scooted away, right to the edge of the bench, I nearly choked on my howling laughter, very nearly toppling off onto the ground. "I'm just teasing, Sho! You really should be used to it by now..!"

"(Y/N)! Hey, Miss (Y/N)! Look! I'm doing it!" I turned my attention to the students, and jumped up when I saw Mina, who was very nearly copying my previous move. I whooped along with some of her classmates, probably even louder.
"That's my girl, Ashido! Bad bitches club!" I shouted, not caring about my language, though I did shrink down once Aizawa cleared his throat.

"I swear, you never grew up, did you?" He mumbled, eyeing me as I sat back down beside him. "You still act like a child." Popping my lips, I shrugged, unable to really argue with his point.
"I mean, I did, but it's better to act like this, I reckon. Less cause for concern."

If only you knew, Shota. People deal with things differently...

He was staring at me, I could feel it. That burning sensation in the side of my head, that seemed to trail down my neck and spine, right to my tail bone.
"What do you mean by-"
"I'M STUCK! A LITTLE HELP?! I'M GONNA SPLIT IN HALF!" My laughter couldn't be contained when I turned back to the class. Kaminari was oh-so close to how Mina and I had been before, but at the same time, not at all. Upside down, spread and struggling, the poor boy was definitely going to be sore for days to come.

"NOT BAD, DENKI! WE CAN MAKE A STRIPPER OUT OF YOU YET!"

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***No matter how many times I draw Sero, I can never do him justice.

Next Time: Team Spirit***