All Might's Class 1A

Dodging Attention

After fighting each other the day before, the start of classes the next day was anti-climatic. If any of the students had been hoping that being enrolled in the heroics course would get them out of mundane classes, they were swiftly disappointed.

After all, their math teacher explained, every hero should know how to do more then just throw a punch.

For his part, Toshinori didn't mind having regular classes. He was game for anything that got Gran Torrino out of the room and their homeroom teacher did disappear a bit too quickly before the general studies classes started.

"Do you think Gran Torrino is bad at any of this stuff," Toshinori whispered to Enji.

Enji gave him a flat stare and turned his attention back to the teacher.

He is going to be such a fun seat neighbor. Toshinori thought.

Something hit Toshinori in the back of the head. He reflexively caught the object before it could fall and found himself holding a piece of paper crumpled into a ball. He looked back and Yamada gave him a thumbs up.

I saw our homeroom teacher's face go white when he ran into our math teacher in the hall this morning. Do you think Gran Torrino's afraid of him?

Toshinori looked at their math teacher. Short, balding and with glasses as thick a coke bottle. No idea what his hero name might be. Unlike the other teachers, their math teacher hadn't shown up in costume and wasn't using his hero name.

Not really. Why would he be? Toshinori wrote.

He waited until the math teacher had his back to the class and was writing on the board before he tossed the paper at Yamada who caught it without any problems.

"You there"

Toshinori jumped in his seat.

How did he catch me? I waited until his back was turned.

Toshinori looked up and found that the math teacher was not looking at him and was instead focused on Shota whose head lay on his desk with hair obscuring his face.

Is he asleep? Toshinori wondered.

Yamada nudged Shota with an elbow and Shota looked up at the teacher with half closed eyes.

"Yes?"

"What is your name?"

"Shota Aizawa."

"Well, Mr. Aizawa. Were you sleeping in class?" The teacher asked.

"Yes," Shota said.

Toshinori blinked.

He is not going to even bother to deny it. Toshinori thought.

The teacher frowned.

"Since you were honest, I will give you a chance to explain yourself. Why are you sleeping in my class?" he asked.

Shota shrugged.

"It is the best use of my time," he said.

"I see," the teacher said, eyes narrowing. "Mr. Aizawa, go solve the problem on the board."

Shota stood up with a sigh.

The problem on the board was an ugly quadratic. Toshinori had been awake for the teacher's entire lecture and he still didn't understand how to solve it. It seemed impossible that Shota could.

Shota picked up a piece of chalk and quickly scrawled some calculations on the board. He then circled the answer and returned to his seat without permission.

"I understand general studies is not as exciting as knuckleheaded brawling, but it is important for a hero to_" The math teacher began then froze when he saw the answer on the board.

He wrote a few calculations on the board that matched Shota's in all but handwriting and came up with the same answer.

The teacher looked at Shota in astonishment.

"The best use of my time," Shota repeated then without another word, slumped over his desk and went back to sleep.

The teacher did not bother him for the rest of the class.

Toshinori shook his head.

Aizawa sure knows how to dodge attention. I could take a few lessons from him. Toshinori thought.

Then he noticed other students shooting looks in Shota's directions and passing notes.

On second thought. Maybe not.

Do you think Shota would help me with my homework if I asked him? 

Toshinori snorted and fought back a laugh at Yamada's latest note.

If by helping you mean copying then no.

Toshinori blinked. The handwriting was far too neat to be Yamada's.

He looked back to see Shota peering at him with a bleary eye.

Toshinori wrote another note then tossed it at Shota. It did not land on his classmate's desk, however. The note flew backwards and straight into the math teacher's hand.

"Something to share with the rest of the class?" 

Toshinori flinched.

"No? How about you, Mr. Hizashi?"

"No bro," Yamada said.

"Then you can both share it with me, alone. In detention," the teacher said.

From top of the class to deliquent in one day. Master will be thrilled. Toshinori thought.

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So much fighting in U.A. I decided they deserved a fairly normal class period. Come back next week for the next part: Deliquents.