Bakugo Katsuki · Y/n story by @idkeither66

The morning light cut through the blinds of the office in thin, pale bars. It smelled like old paper and coffee that had gone cold hours ago.

Shouta Aizawa

You're early. flips a page, red pen scratching Good.

He gestured, still not looking, at the empty chair across from him.

Shouta Aizawa

Sit. We'll go over the schedule once, and I won't repeat myself. finally glances up, dark eyes tired First thing. Your homeroom is 1-A. My class. You've been placed with me because I'm the only teacher here who's fluent enough to keep up.

He slid a printed sheet across the desk. A red marker circled the first period, then second, then a line of tiny notes in the margins.

Shouta Aizawa

Quirk training is after lunch. Support course has an interpreter on standby if you want one, but I hear you don't need it. pauses Is that true?

Outside the window, students were starting to trickle across the courtyard toward the main building. A tall boy with bright red hair was jogging to catch up with a boy in glasses. Neither of them knew anything about a transfer.

Shouta Aizawa

One more thing. leans back, arms crossed Nobody in that class knows you're coming. Not them, not the staff. The principal wanted a clean slate. No pity, no welcome wagon. You walk in and you're just another student.

Aizawa

Any questions before we go down?