The raven-haired teacher slid the door open, and stepped into the classroom, just as the bell rang, shuffling towards the front of the room as he was about to begin his speech, except what his students were muttering had alarmed him. Even though it was just a question, he couldn't help but grunt in annoyance of Kirishima's question before he realized that he had walked in.

"Wasn't Bakugo and Midoriya used to be childhood friends? Now all they do is act like they hate each other, well more on Bakugo's side rather than Midoriya."

At the mention of childhood friends, an unwanted memory flashed his mind for a second, and it has managed to ruin his whole mood.

"Hey Shota! Shota! Hey, wait up!" a female voice yelled from behind the group of 3 friends, as footsteps from behind them picked up and neared.

The raven-haired moody teenager was the first to turn around, met by the arms of a familiar (h/c) haired girl. The embrace was warm and long, affectionate, and had already changed his mood in a matter of seconds; that's how it always was when he was her. The other two greeted the youngest member of their group with smiles and cheers, before eyeing the other enthusiastic girl and the boy she had her arms around.

"Hey Y/N. I thought you were staying after school?"

"Well... I noticed that you guys were leaving so I just decided to screw it and join you guys!I haven't seen you in a while..." she pouted.

This caused the male to chuckle lowly, his hands smoothing the locks of her hair as he laid his chin on her head, him being about a foot taller. "You know I saw you yesterday right?"

"Oh really? 'Cause we didn't see her yesterday, unless it was a date?" Nemuri piped in, the blonde next to her nodding in agreement.

"I-it wasn't a date for your information!" Y/N exclaimed, burying into the neck of her best friend. "Help me Shota... tell them that they're wrong."

"We just hung out," he mildly replied, looking over his shoulder as he clutched the girl's form tighter.

"You say that as if you totally don't act like boyfriend and girlfriend."

Both of the other two blushed, but Y/N's was hidden from sight, as Aizawa's was barely noticeable. "We're just really close. We've been that way since toddlers," the male defended.

"Doesn't mean you two can't hook up. We already know that the two of you went somewhere together, Shota never stays after school unless he has plans with someone~" Hizashi commented.

"Look, we were just hanging out at the boba tea shop! All we did was talk! Nothing else!" Y/N upheld her side of the argument, sticking out her face from the comfy cavern of her friend's neck, but the reddening of her checks were evident.

"We aren't dating, okay? So can you guys shut up already? Let's go home. Y/N please stop hugging me. It's embarrassing me," the young erasure hero complained, not wanting to admit he was indulged in her touch.

"No way! Not until you carry me!"

"Stop acting like a child. I'm not gonna carry you. You have legs for a reason," Aizawa reasoned.

"Please, pretty please!"the teenager pouted, making the upperclassman student sigh.

"Why are they so fucking dense?" Nemuri whispered to Hizashi.

"I don't know. We're literally trying our hardest to get them together. None of it is working. It seems to be playing out on its own. Maybe we should just wait and see?"

"10 dollars on 1 month."

"No way, they're too slow. 3 months."

"Deal."

A grunt was coaxed out of the moody's teenager, before kneeling down slightly, and placing his elbows underneath her knee and torso, his hands planting firmly on the small of her back while the other one had wrapped around her leg, feeling the warmth from her body transfer to his. Unconsciously pulling her figure closer to his chest, her head laid on his shoulder, smiling softly at the soothing beat of his heart.

A soft smile emerged from her holder, his hand moving up towards the back of her head, rubbing gently in circular emotions affectionately, as they walked steadily to their respective homes. Saying their goodbyes, Y/N and Aizawa were left alone to themselves. Aizawa continued to hold her until they reached her home, setting the girl down onto her feet, before turning on his heel to leave.

A tug on his arm snapped his attention back to wide, pleading eyes. "Wait... Shota... stay over with me tonight please?"

The male nodded, taking her offered hand as they hurried inside, past the backyard they had always used to play. He smiled at the thought, examining the old equipment that was still perched there before gazing at the girl before him.

Simply just the sight of her made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey Shota, have you seen Y/N? We haven't seen her in a week, not since Friday... do you know what's up, I mean you were the last person to take her home?" the blonde hero said, looking around the campus of their highschool.

"No, I don't know," he said in his usual monotone voice, shoving his fists deeper into his pockets more than they already were as he gazed at the movement of his feet blankly.

"Shota, what's wrong with you? Ever since she disappeared, you've been acting all funky. Which would be no surprise considering she is your girlfriend. I mean, I know she's still here, like in school, it's just... you guys haven't talked to her much."

"Don't even associate the wench with me," he grumbled, his feet picking up the pace as he headed down the hallway and onto his homeroom.

Months after that, they never truly saw her again.

"Sir? Sir? Are you gonna start?"

He was snapped out of his trance, turning back to the red-haired boy, who was waving his hand frantically in his sight.

He cleared his throat first, before eyeing a student. "Sorry, I was just waiting for Mineta to stop muttering about his other peers in an inappropriate way."

That immediately caused the short male to shut his mouth, shivering in fear from the deadly gaze of his teacher.

"Alright, now to start."

Why did such annoying memories have to appear when he was teaching? They didn't appear before. Damn Hizashi, he will fear his wrath once he is done with this class.

Still, he couldn't be mad with Hizashi, he knew that for a fact. All the anger that boiled inside him steadily was directed towards himself.

"As you all know, we are about to have our annual visit to the USJ to train the first-years on Rescue Training. The usual will be going there, Thirteen, the homeroom teachers, except for Snipe, who had previously gone along with as well. Snipe has requested to use the planning periods he has this time, instead of going to USJ to help the first years, as he mentioned he needed to do some rearranging for the courses he is teaching. This meeting is to obtain a substitute for Snipe and to rearrange their schedule," the principal informed in the meeting.

"I have prep periods, and I would love to see how talented the first years are. My prep periods don't cover the whole time session, but I'm sure if we get a sub for my class we'll be set!"

"Midnight, don't you have a special exam that day for your Modern Hero Art History II?" the Erasure hero commented.

"Shoot, I forgot. Well nevermind then," the female waved the air as if shooing the idea off.

"I would... like to volunteer," the skeleton of the Number One Hero replied, in deep thought as he clutched his chin in a way anybody that was pondering thoroughly about something, that almost captivated glare that wasn't quite empty, but it was more blind and unconscious. Aizawa noticed he must have a reason wanting to volunteer, perhaps something personal, his eyebrows raising to a questionable expression as his lips pressed together in a tight line. It still wasn't any of his business.

"Are you sure All Might? You must consider your time-limit. You do hero work in the morning on your way to the school, and you must maintain your muscle form in front of your students while you're teaching. Are you sure you could handle it?" Ectoplasm responded with, coaxing agreeing nods from the rest of the teachers.

"If something as little as a time-limit prevents me how would I be the Number One Hero? I can just manage my time and do less hero-work in the morning and save them for USJ. Plus, I have no classes until noon."

"All Might does have a point. He will be able to participate in the training exercise without going over his time-limit."

"Do we really need three adults to watch twenty students?" Aizawa questioned.

"All Might is their inspiration and hope. They may act like bratty teenagers but under the presence of someone they admire, they will act their best," Cemontoss commented.

"So does that conclude the topic about the USJ?" Nezu replied.

All of the adults in the room nodded.

"Great! Onto the next subject of discussion!"

Fantastic. Not only did he have to deal with twenty children for at least 3 hours, but also this blinding, overly-positive hero. Aizawa admires All Might for how heroic he was, but his view on the media clashed with his. Otherwise, they may be on better terms that associates.