erasure · Y/n story by @camzroom

The fluorescent lights of the faculty room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of identical desks. Papers rustled in the quiet, punctuated by the occasional clack of a keyboard.

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Aizawa. The new transfer orientation starts in fifteen. You're supposed to welcome them.

Aizawa

doesn't look up from his phone Todoroki's handling it.

???

He's covering the heroics course. You're on general staff introduction.

A long, deliberate pause. He sucked the last of the jelly from its pouch, then crumpled it in his fist.

Aizawa

finally glances up Fine.

He unzipped the sleeping bag with practiced ease, rising to his feet. His capture weapon coiled around his neck like a scarf, and his hair—messy, shoulder-length—fell into his face as he stretched.

Aizawa

eyes the folder in her hand That for me?

???

holds it out Transfer file. New teacher. Quirk registration, background, everything. Principal wants you to look it over before the ceremony.

He took it, flipping it open with little enthusiasm. His eyes scanned the top page, then stopped.

Aizawa

a pause A raven.