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Izuku loved his job.
Long ago when he was in middle school he had jumped. He broke his leg and had to spend a lot of time thinking. A lot of time. In that time he decided that if he couldn’t become a hero, then he’d support them with all his might. He studied, applied himself, learned all he could in as many subjects as he could, and developed his first support item at the age of sixteen, he went to the best engineering college, he graduated top of his class and got the job he had his eyes on since that day.
Becoming a teacher at U.A’s support department.
It was as close as Izuku could get to being a hero just turning into a vigilante and beating the tar out of people with a wrench—He did do that though, got arrested, and then got a job offer to teach at U.A. from a polite albino tanuki in a suit. So now he spent his days teaching others how to make gear for heroes as well as assisting in combat training from time to time. Most of the younger students had no idea how to fight, or how to use their quirks, they were basically an infinite flailing around a loaded gun and trying to hit the bad guys.
So, yeah, Izuku enjoyed his job a lot.
Mostly because it was a lot better than just spending the whole time in jail. In a way, it was like community service but he got paid for it. He got paid a lot for it.
That and he was kind of a natural at teaching others!
And scaring the first years was always fun.
Somehow he had even ended up winning the award of most attractive male teacher two years in a row, which meant that during prom he had to dance with the most attractive female teacher; Midnight, which was a bit, uh, yeah, considering how during his teenage years he had a magazine and she was uhh, well she was there.
Izuku honestly had no idea how he won that contest, maybe it was because he was so much younger than the other teachers, or maybe it was because he was 6’3” and nearly as buff as Vlad.
“I wonder if I’m going to win again this year.” Izuku tapped his clipboard onto the back of his head as he made his way towards his fourth-period class, the first class of the day after lunch and his favorite part of the day; workshop time. That was when he felt like he was actually teaching these kids what they wanted to learn, not just algebra or physics but actual practical lessons that would matter in their future careers.
Besides, Ectoplasm was a much better math teacher.
“Out of the way you damn extras!”
Izuku paused and glanced down the hallway to see his favorite head to squeeze Katsuki Bakugo pushing his way through a crowd instead of just going around like a normal person. He had time to kill, and knocking around Katsuki was an old past time back when he babysat the punk.
“Bakugo!” Izuku called down the hallways and watched as the spiky-haired blond stopped in his tracks like a deer frozen in headlights. Izuku marched over, making certain that his footsteps were nice and loud as he approached the trouble-making idiot. Sure, Katsuki was a smart kid, had a good quirk, great fighting sense, and an over-inflated Ego.
Fortunately for Izuku, his own quirk was that he didn’t give a fuck about any of that.
Except that wasn’t his quirk. That was a personality trait.
“Ahh!” One of the girls swooned, apparently, they did that. “It’s Midoriya-Sensei.”
“Is he going to throw Katsuki out a building again?”
That only happened once during training!
“I want him to throw me on my bed, Kero.”
Uhh. Right.
Izuku stomped up and grabbed onto Katuski’s head with one hand. “Bakugo, remember what we talked about?”
“I didn’t do anything Deku-sensei!” Katsuki squirmed under Izuku’s hand, wiggling at the light pressure and turning from an angry pomeranian to a pomeranian that had just met a very large cat that wasn’t afraid to swat the yappity fucker. “I’m trying to get to class!”
The name, Deku-sensei, was a compromise, Katsuki wanted to call Izuku Deku because that’s just what he always called him ever since Izuku babysat his ass. Izuku on the other hand wanted Katsuki to address him the same as any other student—with some exceptions— Midoriya-sensei. Katsuki then decided that Deku-sensei would somehow be appropriate.
Izuku felt his eye twitch and he squeezed Katuski’s head ever so slightly tighter. “What was that?”
“Gah!” Katsuki groaned, hand slapping Izuku’s arm. “Midoriya-sensei!”
Izuku let go and then swatted the boy on the head with a clipboard. “Stop being such an ass to everyone Bakugo, use your less angry words. Like. Can, and, you, and, move.”
Katsuki, like the animal he was, just growled, so Izuku just bonked him again.
“Seriously, I’m not doing this to pick on you. Your attitude is a problem, so work on it. Right, Katsuki?” Izuku let out a long sigh and put on his best teacher voice. “You should be better than this.”
“I…” Katsuki had a moment of self-reflection. But just a moment. “Whatever! I’ll fuck’n work on it!”
“Alright, now get to class.”
“That’s what I was doing!”
Izuku rolled his eyes and turned to look at the girls. “Get to class too, and try not to crowd the entrance ways too much.”
The pretty one—he really shouldn’t think of her like that—with black hair nodded and smiled at him, she was their vice president right? Momo something or other. He needed to interact with the first year hero course students more, “Thank you Midoriya-sensei.”
“Thank you,”
“Thank you, Kero.”
With his duties as a peace officer handled Izuku resumed his way to the workshop, try desperately to not start humming a song he had heard one of his students singing as she skipped to workshop class. How’d it go? Workshop class~ Workshop class~ I can finally work on my babies because it’s workshop class~
Dammit, now he was humming it.
Izuku opened the door and found the majority of the students sitting at their workbenches attentively, as they looked at him, and then glanced towards the strange pink-haired gremlin in the back that was the source of his humming.
Mei Hatsume. The girl had all the makings of a mad scientist, minus the whole being evil thing. Really, Mei, who pretty much had a disregard for her own safety and the safety of others, was the type of person that would catch a spider and then release it out into the wild, before she went back to working on her next explosion. Err, baby, she called them babies, even if they exploded.
Exploding babies.
“Alright Class,” Izuku tapped on the podium and grabbed the digital marker out from its container. “Today we’re—”
A loud clunk came from Mei’s machine. Everybody backed up a good bit and the closest students were under their desks.
“Whoops,” Mei mumbled, looking at what appeared to be a large metal boot, it was part of a pair with the other already being tested and unexploded nearby. “That wasn’t supposed to—”
“Mei~” Izuku half-sung, tapping on the podium again. “Oh Mei, it’s time to pay attention to class,”
The girl remained diligent in not paying attention to him.
“Oh well, I guess I won’t be staying in the workshop late to—”
Mei spun, slamming into her seat and scaring her poor neighbor again. She looked like a perfectly attentive student, a pen even in her hands, though she lacked paper. “Oh! Sensei you’re here! You should have said something!”
“Alright, now that everyone is paying attention, let’s get started! First of all, we’re going to be talking about sign-ups for the Sports Festival!” Mei stood up with her hand in the air so fast Izuku missed every motion in between. “Now as support students enrollment is optional, but,”
He looked around at the largely uhh… less fit, than their heroic counterparts. Hell, the fittest of them was Mei and that was because she worked out her body by just how much she built, and her one-trip mentality when it came to parts—which he respected—he’d seen the girl deadlift her body weight easily.
“It’d still be a great chance to demonstrate your tech and even test it, plus, I’m going to offer extra credit and—”
“Izuku-sensei!” Mei appeared at the front podium, her goggles falling down to cover her eyes. “Sign me up! I want to compete! I can show off all my babies! If I make it into the later rounds all eyes will be on me and then I can get some customers, and then I’ll get funding, and then I can make even more babies!”
“Mei,”
“Hai sensei?”
“Please don’t drool on the podium.”
“Hai, sensei.” Mei stood back down, and made her way back to her seat, though, she didn’t bother to pick the stool back up and instead just stood in her spot, eyes sparkling.
Mei’s one and only goal was beyond simple. Make babies. That wasn’t just her goal, that was also the plan. It was the start, the journey, and the end, making inventions so she could make more inventions so she could make even more inventions so she could make yet even more inventions. He just wished she’d stop referring to them as babies because he didn’t want to think of her as a baby-making machine.
“Alright, so Mei’s going to compete, anyone else?”
Silence.
“Extra credit.”
More silence.
This was why his favorite student was a pink-haired ticking time bomb.
“Alright, well, everyone who didn’t sign up has to write an essay.” A collective groan came from the class once again. “Now then, onto the lesson.”
Before he could even begin, the intercom buzzed, and Nezu’s voice could be heard loud and clear. “Attention students of 1-H! You have a study session! I need to borrow your sensei for a bit. Izuku! Please come to my office!~”
Izuku smiled towards his class and shrugged. “Alright, you guys know the drill, make sure Mei doesn’t explode anything, and if I come back with fur slippers no one asks anything.”
It wasn’t the first time Izuku had been called in the middle of class to come and talk to his boss. He was Nezu’s favorite for some reason, probably because not only was Izuku the youngest teacher at U.A. but he was also the only quirkless teacher. That and the weasel just liked to torment people.
Izuku could respect that.
The trip to Nezu’s office was a long one, requiring switching to the main building and then riding up an elevator to take a long walk along the fourth floor, moving past conference room after conference room before entering into a smaller hallway that finally led into Nezu’s office.
When Izuku arrived, he saw that it was more than just himself and Nezu in the room, Higari was there as well, reclined on a couch in his more casual work clothes, he looked like the teacher most likely to drink beer with someone. Which was true.
But, then there was the woman.
And what a woman it was.
Sharp blue eyes framed by thin square glasses glanced at him, and made his entire body kind of tingle with more power than he felt when he met his first crush in middle school. Her long auburn hair could rival Midnight’s though hers had a much more luster and volume. And in terms of figure, though the woman wore a lab coat, her exposed dress of red and blue squares showed that she was more than a match for Midnight.
If it wasn’t for the impassive almost uncaring look on her otherwise beautiful face, she might just be the most beautiful woman Izuku has ever met.
Was he allowed to flirt with her?
The woman glanced at him, her eyes moving up and down, she was checking him out. Someone besides Midnight—and most of the female student body—was checking him out. Honestly, he felt honored, he also realized that he needed to get out more if even the slightest bit of romantic interest got him this giddy. Then the beauty turned away from him with a disinterested grunt.
Okay, so he wasn’t wearing a lab coat but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart! He was a grease monkey with a Ph.D.! Hell, Higari looked like he got dragged out of a ditch behind a bar most days.
Did he really look that bad? He showered this morning.
“Ahh, Izuku! We were just talking about you!” Nezu clapped his hands from behind his desk and gave a sly wink. “You have impeccable timing!”
“He’s the one you requested over the intercom?” The woman asked, her voice sounded just a bit on the ever so slightly really annoyed side. She glanced at him again, her blue eyes locked onto his. She really was hard to read in any meaningful way.
“Yes, this is one of our best and brightest, Izuku Midoriya. Much like you, he’s also quirkless—” Was that something that Nezu could just blurt out? “—and he’s never been a hero, though he was a vigilante for a few months. He’s one of our best support teachers, right Mijima-sensei?”
“Yep.” Higari nodded in a gruff voice. “I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from him.”
“Learn a lot from me?” Izuku looked the woman up and down again. “She’s not a student, is she?”
“In a way yes!” Nezu laughed, clapping his hands again like an overly excited toddler. “Ahh, but where am I? Izuku, this is Yoka Nejuichi, she’s got a mind that might even be sharper than my own! We just need to work on applying it, so starting from today forward she’ll be under your care as you teach her, how to teach so to speak! Don’t worry, she’s a quick study and I expect that she’ll be able to handle her own class within a month or so. Though, she’ll still go to you first for any questions or concerns she has.”
Yoka glanced at him and pushed back her hair a bit revealing her gold hoop earrings. She crossed her arms and then adjusted her glasses in a flashy move. “So be it.”
Izuku stepped towards her and Nezu, glancing at his boss and let his shoulders slump a bit. “Why me?”
“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said you’re our best and brightest. Besides, everyone else could say no.” Nezu chuckled smiling. “You can’t.”
Right.
Izuku extended his hand out towards Yoka and gave his best smile. Well, if they didn’t get along then at least he’d have eye candy. “Nice to meet you Yoka, I look forward to working with you, and I hope we get along well.”
She stared at his hand for a moment, her brow furrowing. Though her handshake was strong, her skin was soft and smooth, lacking any of the calluses that he had built up after years of mechanical work. “Likewise.”
Looked like U.A. had a new hottest female teacher.
“And can I just say you are beautiful.”
“Please don’t flirt with me.”
Damn. Shot down already.