˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥┆Every single friday night in the city of Musutafu, there is a truce between the League of Villians and the teachers at UA. During these peaceful friday nights, the leagues base doubles as an actual bar exclusively for heroes. Will these F...
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Teaching at UA was great, there was something about raising the next generation of Heroes that was really fulfilling to the faculty. However, if you were to ask for a downside of teaching at the prestigious school, every member of staff would say the same thing.
March.
March was a horrible period for UA because this was the month sandwiched between the entrance exam and the beginning of the school year. It was at this time when all the teachers were tasked with sifting through the many applicants for UA, sorting them into courses then even further into classes.
This probably would've been easier if all the teachers weren't pro heros with tight schedules but alas they were just that. So, to combat this misfortune the heroes collectively decided on one day where they were all free and made the very "wise" decision to lock themselves in the teachers lounge and plow through the work in a single day. So wise and responsible!
This brings us to the present day. Friday. It was a bitter morning, winter had passed quickly leaving no remnant of snow behind, only a perilous chill that felt like thousands of needles stabbing into you at once. Around 6am was the time the faculty started rolling into the lounge, they were all positively dreading this day which could only be described as hell. However this year was different from the rest; the number one hero was here, and surely he could lighten the load?
As if. This particular year there was a Tsunami of applicants, more than usual; the teachers were questioning whether they would actually get this done in one day. The last to arrive was Aizawa who was dragging in a whining Hizashi. With that, they officially initiated the day by locking the door.
The day slowly rolled on by, the only noise in the teachers lounge was Mic's aggressive typing and Midnight's occasional complaints of how bored she was, other than that it was silent. The sun rose to its peak and began to sink again without notice. The day was coming to a satisfying end.
Over the course of the evening, the teachers appearances had taken a steady decline. Hizashi's once tall hair fell limply over his shoulders, the blonde had passed out on his keyboard at around 7pm and hadn't woken up since. A line of drool slipped down his chin as he peacefully snoozed. Even the Number One hero was slowly losing the will, he hadn't opened his eyes in a good hour, yet he was still typing? Was he on autopilot, is that a thing?
Aizawa was the only one still going strong, the man was used to staying awake as an underground hero but even he was reaching his limits. I wonder if you've asked where Nezu is? The 'beouse' had been working from home all month, it was difficult to distract him so he didn't feel the need to go to the school where he would watch as his staffs mental stability dramatically fall.
9pm. They were finished. Hizashi woke up with a start when he heard Midnight's cries of happiness, of course he soon joined her in the sob fest. The rest of the teachers sat there, waiting for their brains to catch up with the fact they were free of the shackles that were paperwork.
