I'm packing up my crayons and leaving

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Aizawa stands up briskly, the commotion continuing nonetheless. No student paying the slightest bit of attention to the movement as their teacher strides out.

1-a is in utter chaos by the time their lecturer returns, seemingly oblivious to Shota's presence as if he had abruptly dropped off the face of the earth. Of course, who's to blame them. "If I could g-" interrupted by more excessive noise Aizawa sighs "If I could get your attention"! The class turns to the direction of the shout. "Everyone takes your seats, breathe" a majority of 1-a sit, the others are 'busy' or still staring "Now! Not you Midoryia, follow me".

The class erupts into chatter once again, almost as soon as they leave. Talk of the weekend or what had taken place in class.
Meanwhile, in the corridor, Aizawa is trying to pry Todoroki of his classmate. "ID TRADE MY LIFE FOR YOURS, LET ME APPRECIATE YOU" Aizawa is ready to find a job somewhere else, actually, a coma sounds festive. But these are his idiots.

//That's all I've got 😔, but, it is longer. And the chapters will continue to get longer.


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