VITRIOL - Aizawa x Reader

TWELVE: Split

***(Y/N) POV***

"Like hell I'm listening to this wench! She isn't even a teacher!"

It didn't surprise me that Bakugou wasn't impressed by me being up in front of the class, but I wasn't bothered by it. Nobody else seemed to mind.
"Bakugou, this is part of her course. If you don't like it, then you can go take an ancient history exam with general studies." Aizawa sighed, seating himself on one of the benches nearby.

It had been a week since the school festival announcement, with only four days remaining, and I had been tasked with teaching a lesson. Fighting wasn't exactly a strong suit of mine, being short in stature and having been blind half the time, but I was basically made of rubber. Evasion was my game.

"Okay, boys and babes! I'd like you all to try and do the splits for me. Emphasis on try, but do your best!" The students looked at me like I was a little crazy, but they all followed without complaint, minus the bratty blond.
"I'm not made for this..." Kirishima mumbled to himself, legs wide apart but nowhere near where he needed to be.

"Speak for yourself! My time to shine!" Mina, on the other hand, managed it without a sweat, and I gave her an exuberant thumbs up.
"That's the way!" I cheered, having to force back a chortle when I noticed that the others weren't having much luck. Hagakure, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sero and, surprisingly, Shoji, were close, but no ticket.

"Is...there some kind of trick to it, Miss (Y/N)? Or is it just a matter of training our muscles?" Midoriya questioned, trying to keep the class president from toppling over. The poor guy was as stiff as a board.
"Some people are born with natural flexibility, yes, but anyone can do simple things like the splits with enough practice!" I explained, pulling one of my legs back to stretch, which the students had done earlier.

Maybe. Some of you...Eh, I don't hold much hope...

"Heroes need to be flexible to avoid attacks, as well as other things. Take my run in with that creepy NooNoo...uh...Nomu thing! I was able to hold out for longer due to my flexibility, not only when I was dodging, but when it was snapping my limbs." A few of the kids cringed at the thought, which I found amusing, like the sick individual I was.

"Miss (Y/N) is correct. Whilst some people cannot master it due to physical attributes, such as myself, it's crucial to at least try to master the basics. I may not be able to turn into a human pretzel, but I am able to dodge rather artfully." Cementoss added in his two cents from the sidelines, having agreed to come along to one of the training gyms to assist.

"Could you maybe show us what you're able to do? If you're up for it, that is." Jiro asked, raising her hand before quickly pulling it back down again. The ravonette to her side nodded in agreement, eyes sparkling.
"It would be rather inspiring to have a goal in mind. Mr. Aizawa did mention that you were incredibly good at gymnastics."

Snickering at Yaoyorozu's words, I glanced over to the mummified teacher, giving him a wink.
"Oh did he? Shota, you're so kind!" Before I could catch his scowl, I turned to Cementoss, thumbing over my shoulder. "Mind giving me two blocks I could use? Leg span, please, Mr. C."

The sentient Lego brick activated his quirk, forming two perfectly symmetrical blocks of stone, and I stretched my arms over my head as I approached them.
"Don't throw your back out, hag!" Bakugou jeered, his smarmy voice starting to grind at my patience.

"Katsuki, honey, I appreciate the concern, but I'm in better shape than you could ever wish to be." I retorted as casually as possible, dusting my hands off despite them being clean. "I don't expect you guys to be able to do anything close to this without dedicated practice, but it never hurts to aim high! I'm still pretty sore, so I'll just show you something a little less demanding of my body."