Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

Arguments and Ass-beatings

The reflection in the mirror wasn't quite good enough. Sure, L/N had dusted off her old hero costume and laced up her boots, but it didn't quite seem right anymore.

A white tanktop was stark in contrast with light brown skin, with black cargo pants and a utility belt with a knife and extendable rod. This was the only means she had of defending herself. That and her own skill, or what was left of it, of course.

Again, nothing flashy.

She made her way to the door, hoping to leave all her fears and worries of not fitting in behind her.

Until they were all confirmed.

"So, everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss L/N who will be teaching with the hero course this year, and hopefully the forseeable years!" Nezu, the man-rat who had interviewed her introduced.

"My name is L/N Y/N. Hi." She gave a nervous smile, trying to conform to the pleasantries of small talk. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off her new coworkers.

"What's your hero name, L/N?!" A man with blonde hair sticking straight up asked.

"Oh, my name's Present Mic by the way. Or Yamada Hizashi!" He continued.

"Uh... I'd prefer to keep that to myself." She answered with a slight shrug. The staff at the table had a visible disdain at this- creating a tension that could be cut with a butter knife. She had already agreed with Nezu over email that she'd like to keep her old hero name and quirk status to herself, as to avoid any unnecessary drama. Although this only seemed to create it.

"Huh? Then why are you even teaching a hero course?" The tired looking man sitting across from me stated. He had black, wavy hair a similar length to Y/N's, and from what she could see a tattered white scarf and black shirt.

"Well, because I have a hero license and I have valuable things to teach the students!" She responded cheerfully.

"But you won't even tell us your hero name. How are we supposed to trust you?"

"I don't use that name anymore, and I haven't done hero work formally for a year now. So there is no point. And you can trust me because Nezu has already done a background check on me. Does that answer your question...?" With a now sickly smile, she waited for his response.

"Aizawa Shouta. Eraserhead. Are you going to tell us your quirk at the very least?" He questioned with an irritated look on his face. Yamada lookef uncomfortable at this line of questioning.

"No. Do you or anyone else have a problem with that?" The muscles in her face began to ache from keeping up her smile. The table began to break out in a quiet murmur.

"Of course I do. What if you're dangerous? Or better yet," he scoffed.

"You just arent strong enough to protect the students if needed. And have nothing worth teaching." He finished with a scowl. Quiet agreements came from the table, clearly wary of her.

"How about you shut your fucking mouth before I leap over this table and put you in a fucking hospital?" She slammed the table with a creepy grin. He jumped slightly at her sudden outburst, eyes widened.

"Would that prove to you what I can do? Would you like that? One free ass-beating to start your morning? Would that instill you with confidence in me, Aizawa?" The grin had left her face. All that was left was malice, behind cold, dead eyes. He turned towards Nezu, who wore his own usual smile.

"This is going to be so much fun! Remember to grab your timetables at the door." And with that, he had gathered his things and left. L/N took her timetable and made her way to her first class.

"Hey, L/N! Sorry about Aizawa. He can kinda be a dick sometimes." Yamada caught up to her and explained. She rolled her eyes.

"In my experience, which is the last 20 minutes, he is an asshole all of the time."

"Yeahhhh, but he'll be fine once you get to know him! Same as everyone!" She stopped and turn to face him, wearing a bored expression.

"Everyone? They all seem to have an issue with me. Do you, Present Mic?" His smile faltered at this.

"I don't have a problem with you. I can't judge someone before I've even seen them in action!"

"Good point. Thank you." She began to relax.

"C'mon. Friends?" He stuck his hand out towards her.

"Friends." She smirked, shaking his hand.

"So who do you have first?" He questioned.

"Uh... Class 1-A, right after homeroom." His expression wavered.

"Ah... Aizawa's class." She groaned at this.

"Oh for God's sake. Either way I need to go tell him to send them straight down to the gym hall." She answered, checking her map of the building.

"Haha... Good luck with that! I gotta go to my own homeroom. See ya!" Probably wanting to avoid seeing his own friend behave like that again, the man took off at the speed of light. With a huff, she trudged towards Class 1-A.

Only to find it empty.

"Huh? Oh yeah, opening cere-" she caught a glimpse out the window, only to see Aizawa with his class making them do what looked like a series of trats.

"Of course." She muttered and trudged outside.

On her way down, other teachers gave her incredulous looks, as well as female staff pointing and giggling with their friends. But she wasnt going to let that embarrassing meeting phase her any further.

"Aizawa." She said harshly, calling him from the other end of the field. He slowly made his way over to his coworker.

"What?" he asked brashly.

"After... Whatever this is," She confusedly gestured towards the students.

"Send them straight down to the gym hall." He raised a brow.

"No please?" He deadpanned sarcastically.

"Maybe I'll come watch." She scowled at him.

"Why? I didn't think you could stand being in the same room as me, clearly." she fired back.

"Well, I want to see what one of those 'morning ass-beatings' will look like, hm?" He looked her up and down, taking note of her small frame.

"But it doesn't look like you're going to be very effective at handing those out." he retorted and strolled away, leaving her shocked at his words.

"...Bastard." She whispered, walking away in a huff trying to convince herself she won that one.

A/N

Hope you're enjoying. How's the first class gonna go?!

Thanks for reading, 

Wyatt.