Aspirations
Chapter 18You found yourself in a very similar situation as before. You stood in front of a class of teenagers as their teacher introduced you. Their faces felt foreign, weird even. You were so used to seeing the kids from Class 1A when you entered into a classroom. You found yourself looking for Angry Boy, Candy Cane, Greenie, Pinky, Sparkles, and all the rest. The fact that you could see 20 strange faces staring back at you instead of 19 also made everything feel off.
"She'll be the new support staff for the class," Vlad King. "Treat her with respect."
"I look forward to working with you all," you said politely. You turned to look at the Blood Hero and asked a simple question, "Did you have anything planned that I can help with today?"
The large man looked at you with what seemed to be an unreadable expression. With the way his smaller, focused eyes didn't seem to widen or narrow and the way his jaw jutted out because of his sharp incisors, it was hard to get a read on any shift in his expression. Though that was probably only because that despite the time you'd been with U.A, he was still pretty much a stranger.
"Today's plans need to be pushed after that meeting. So just show the students what you can do to help them surpass their limits."
You nodded and turned to look out at the classroom full of awkwardness. Not that the students were awkward, though perhaps some of their quirks were visually different than what you were used to, so much as that you were filled with how strange it was to be with a new group so quickly. Should you have said goodbye to 1 A? Would that have made it more awkward? Would it have made it less strange to stand in front of a bunch of new kids?
"To start out with, let's get any questions you have for me off your chests. Then I'll go into trying to explain what I, personally, can do to help."
"Weren't you assigned to class 1A?" A voice called out, wasting no time.
You looked towards the boy that had asked. He was in seat 18; in some ways he reminded you of a cross between Bakugou and Aoyama. It was a wonder he didn't just explode violently because of those volatile elements mixing together. But he did put off some seriously manic energy so maybe his body recognized that and was trying to explode without his consent.
"I was," you answered honestly. "As far as I know, I'll still assist 1A after classes as needed but I will be working with 1B for the foreseeable future."
"Did you finally realize how inferior class 1A is?" The blond laughed. His laugh was kind of frightening in its intensity. "Ha! How sad! Even their own teacher couldn't stand them!"
Something in what he just said pissed you off. You tried not to show it but the atmosphere in the room definitely shifted. Where did he get off calling all of class 1A inferior?
"Monoma, that's enough," Vlad King practically barked.
"No, it's okay," you said with a false kind of calm. "I mean if you let him, he can try to prove that this class is better than 1A."
And somehow that shut him up. It also seemed to interest the teacher. He rubbed his chin for a moment.
"What did you have in mind?"
You smiled with a hint of vicious amusement. You knew exactly what you were about to do would seem cruel. But if you were lucky, it would get the blond to eat his words. If you played it right you could even use it to put some peer justice on him.
"Aizawa let me have free reign to show them what I could do on the first day. It's best shown after a test of endurance. Would you be willing to let them go through the same?"

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My Hero Academia: Aspirations
FanfictionA new job at a prestigious school brings about all new challenges. The more you get entangled, the more your past starts to affect your life. But you realize that you were born for this world of heroes and villains.