All Might's Class 1A

Deliquents

Toshinori expected his detention to take place in a classroom. He arrived at the appointed spot with a sharpened pencil and plenty of paper. The only question in his mind was whether the math teacher would make them write lines or do extra math problems. He secretly hoped it was lines.

What he was not expecting was to be handed a garbage bag and pair of plastic throw away gloves when he entered the classroom.

"Leave your stuff here unless you want it to be dirty," the teacher said.

"What are doing for detention Mr._" Toshinori froze.

Why couldn't he remember his math teacher's name? It had been on a name plate on his desk and he had introduced himself to them that morning.

"I am so sorry. I don't remember your name," Toshinori admitted.

"You can call Mr. Gyaku," the teacher said.

Toshinori waited. Most teachers used their hero names. The only other one had mentioned what his hero name was before saying they could use his real one. Maybe Mr. Gyaku was the same way.

"What?" Mr. Gyaku asked after several moments of awkward silence.

"Nothing. I just thought you would tell me your hero name," Toshinori said.

"I don't want you to use it, so it doesn't matter," Mr. Gyaku said.

"I see. Sorry, Sir," Toshinori said.

He opened his mouth to ask about the garbage bag again, but before he could the door to the classroom slammed open.

"The life of the party is here! Let's get this party started," Yamada shouted.

Toshinori almost dropped his trash bag as his hands flew to his bursting eardrums.

"Stop shouting and put your stuff down. What we are doing is not going to flashy. This is detention not a party," Mr. Gyaku said.

"Right you are Mr._ummm,"

"Mr. Gyaku," Toshinori said.

"Thank you. Mr. Gyaku," Yamada said.

"Put your stuff down and put these on," Mr. Gyaku said putting a pair of gloves and a trash bag in his hand.

"I thought we were doing detention," Toshinori said as Mr. Gyaku lead them out of the classroom.

"You are. You are not a middle schooler anymore. I am not going to make you write how sorry you are over and over again to get it into your thick skulls. This is U.A. and you are both hero students. You will be responsible for lives on day." Mr. Gyaku said.

Toshinori stared at the ground as the walked out the gate of U.A.

I am not the number one hero yet, but I will be someday. I should act like it. I should be the model of good behavior. Whatever comes next is entirely my fault and I must bear it as I will other challenges in the future, he thought.

"Yo, is there something I missed," Yamada asked Toshinori.

"No why?" Toshinori asked.

"Because you are smiling like someone just handed you candy and not a garbage bag. What is the deal here?" Yamada asked.

"Nothing. I am just getting in the right mindset," Toshinori said.

Mr. Gyaku remained quiet the whole trip. He ignored Yamada's loud and insistent questions and Toshinori more polite ones.

So when Toshinori, Yamada, and the teacher arrived at the beach, they had no idea what their teacher wanted them to do.

Several people lay on beach towels or sat in folding chairs. A few were tossing around a beachball. It was a peaceful place_or at least half if it was_the other half of the sandy beach was covered in crumpled aluminum cans, broken plastic bottles, and other trash.