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Shota has a schedule. Ever since he took a teaching position with UA, he has retrained his body to live on something more akin to a 12 hour cycle with two completely separate but full REM sleep cycles. His schedule looks something like this:
Wake up at 8am with just enough time to throw on his jumpsuit, grab his capture weapon, and climb into the car where his amazing husband usually has a muffin or a smoothie waiting for him.
Get to the school by 8:20am and deal with the teacher meetings and classes.
Use the lunch period to plan lessons and grade papers while eating, usually sitting next to his husband to listen to him chatter about his own students.
Finish classes and stay around the school grading and planning until 5pm to be available to the students for extra training, questions, or whatever else they may need.
Walk home and sleep for three hours.
Make dinner to eat with his husband and spend some time together, usually working on grading or paperwork.
Go on patrol as Underground Hero Eraserhead from 10pm to 3 or 4am leaving enough time to get home for a shower, snack, and at least three hours of sleep.
And repeat.
Sunday mornings, when there’s no school to get to, he usually patrols later and then sleeps until noon. With the rest of the day to relax or catch up on paperwork.
Occasionally, a mission or injury would throw off the schedule temporarily and of course school breaks had a slightly modified schedule, but for the most part, Shota stuck to his schedule. There was, however, one consistent exception.
Eraserhead never patrols on the night before the first day of school.
Instead, on the Sunday before the first day, Shota spends all afternoon in the living room compiling basic student profiles including personalized teaching notes, with plans to get a full 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep. If he was going to do this teaching thing, he was going to put everything into making sure these future heroes are as prepared as possible after all.
This year, Shota already knows that several of his students are going to be Problem Children. He shouldn’t actually have a new first year class this year, except that he expelled his entire class last year. He hardly ever fully expels anyone from the school as a whole, instead sending them to the general education course with a chance to redeem themselves. In his eight years of teaching he has processed 154 expulsions, only six of which were expelled from the school as a whole and all six of those were after providing a second chance to shape up. Typically, though, if they are allowed back into Heroics, they go to a different teacher. That’s how the class that will now be known as 2-A ended up with a different teacher and he ended up with a fresh batch of first years. (Part of him thinks that Nezu somehow knows this batch will all be Problem Children on a monumental level and just wants to torture him.)
It’s with these thoughts in mind that he settles into his couch, laptop on one side opened to footage of the practical exam, a stack of written exams on the other side, 19 folders on the coffee table, a note pad in his lap, and Yuga Aoyama‘s file in his hands.
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“Sho, time for a break.” Hizashi calls as he approaches the back of the couch. When Shota only grunts in response, Hizashi drapes himself over the back, resting his chin on top of Shota’s head and hands wrapping lightly over his chest.
“Something interesting?” Hizashi prompts, eyeing the thick file in Shota’s hand. Shota hums for a moment before closing the file.
“You remember the kid that destroyed the zero pointer?” Shota asks as he moves the folder to the couch beside him and lays a hand over Hizashi’s arm.
“The one that broke his limbs and nearly died? Yeah. Kinda hard to forget, ya dig?” Hizashi exclaims, though his volume stays soft.
“Yes, well, I think he was considered quirkless most of his life and likely faced heavy discrimination for it.” Shota runs a hand over his face and tips his head back. Hizashi hums.
“That would certainly explain the bone breaking reaction to using his quirk.” Hizashi muses considering.
“It would. It looks like he only just got his quirk registered after the entrance exam. His school file is full of detentions and incident reports that look more like he was a victim of bullying than a trouble maker. I’m going to wait to see what he’s like in class first, but then I may be investigating a middle school for quirk discrimination.” Shota sighs. He may have a practice of thoroughly looking into his students before the first day, but he will always give them the benefit of the doubt and try to avoid bias.
“Let me know if you need help with that. For now, come on. Dinner is ready.” Hizashi unwraps himself, pushing off of Shota’s shoulders to straighten and turns back toward the kitchen. Shota huffs softly before pushing himself up to follow. The fact that he only has two more files to look at once he finishes Midoriya’s means he should have plenty of time to go back over his notes at the end and maybe even still have some time to relax with Hizashi before bed.