Chapter 6:
Recap:
The curious students took in a deep breath trying to calm the raging seas of surprise in them. They scurried away the second All Might turned back toward the door to return to his teaching duty. They ran all the way back to 1-A and silently vowed to each other not to tell anyone else in the room what had happened.
Resume:
"Aizawa-sensei" Uraraka started, "why did you run off so quickly earlier?"
"I had an urgent matter I needed to attend to, why else?" he growled.
"well um... we kinda thought you just wanted to ditch class" Mina mumbles quietly.
changing the topic Aizawa asks a question, "Did All Might come in and start basic training courses"
"Yeah, that's why that fucking Deku isn't here, the bastard is with Recovery Girl"
"I'll look over your matches tonight, get out of here and go home now" Aizawa slams closed his lesson plan book and trudges out of the classroom. Quickly followed by his (more than eager to leave) students.
Aizawa trudged to the teacher's lounge room once again, intent on finally getting his very much deserved coffee. His eyes widened and feet froze when he opened the door only to see Nezu pouring the last of the coffee into one of his old fashioned earthenware teacups. The only thought going through his head being how very much he simply wanted to cry, right then and there, in the middle of the doorway.
"Come on Aizawa" Nemuri called from behind him.
"But...that was the last of the coffee" he whimpered.
"Yes, and we can blame Toshinori for not buying any more when we told him to, but~ I heard that Ishi was up and moving around a little while ago, and I heard that she was making some coffee chocolate chunk muffins, sooo~ even if you can't drink the coffee maybe you can eat it" she replied brightly. Grabbing the back of his scarf she began to walk away, the squeak of his rubber-soled shoes as they ran heavily against the tile driving her insane, but she knew she couldn't let him cry about coffee at the side of the hall when there were still students around to see him making a fool of himself.
PowerLoader had fixed the doors during his planning period, for which everyone was thankful for. The hinges squeaked a bit as they pushed them open since it was temporary and he had to use old materials he found behind the building and not the new ones he and his class use for projects since it was not a student project, which meant government-funded materials were off limits.
Just in the door was the television screen which showed them that Ishi was not in her room. To the left of that was the kitchen door which had two rows of striped "Caution" tape and a very large piece of paper declaring: "ISHI IS USING THIS ROOM PLEASE WAIT" in large red lettering framed with black and gold glitter.
They could smell the melting chocolate with a faint bitter tinge of instant coffee. The playlist that Hizashi had whipped up for her was playing quietly with her small voice humming along. The two teachers smiled before Nemuri knocked on the door. "Hiya hun, we just got back" she called, "Aizawa is gonna watch his classes fight training in your room, he hasn't had any coffee yet today so you might wanna bring him some of your muffins when you're done, kay?"
"Kay" Ishi exclaimed, several loud hisses mingling in with her quiet voice, nearly masking the small sound beneath them. There was a small clatter punctuated by a yelp as one of the empty trays fell onto the heatproof black and white granite flooring. "Everything is okay," she said quietly, allowing Aizawa to release his held breath.

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