Same thing like yesterday, you got up, got yourself dressed, and went to your job. Nothing too special from your new regular job, except that you have found yourself a new enemy to your workplace. What was his name again? Oh who cares, his name is eyebags for now on. You couldn't bear the thought of you and him working with each other, but since he is your coworker you had no choice but to at least be friendly to him. And besides, you haven't seen other people around besides that loud blond who was yapping with eyebags. Was the loud person his friend? It wouldn't surprise you since he probably have been teaching at that school for years.
While you wondered for some time you started to grab your bag and left the apartment, your home wasn't too special. It was a one bedroom, one bathroom, and the living room connecting to the kitchen, but it was the best you could do since you hadn't been getting paid that much from the job you had. You weren't poor, though you kept telling yourself that, but you weren't rich either, like that was going to happen. Middle class? Probably not. But the word to describe your living environment was poor middle class, again, you didn't think you were broke. You must be wondering, if you're smart, why don't you get a good job? It's literally the same thing as saying to a homeless person to get a job.
But it seems to not really bother you, the feeling of working a good job with good money sounds stressful, not to mention just overwhelming. And before you know it you'll grow old and you'll probably not have someone to care about, not even to love. You don't want to sound cliche or something, it's the honest truth to life, you start at the womb and end at the tomb, the cycle of life. You wouldn't want to say you had a crappy childhood, you did, but you didn't have attention from your mother, who knew having a narcissistic mother would lead to self doubt and depression. Surely the percentage of children having a part who are jealous of their child isn't high right? Maybe. You don't know.
Anyways! You finally made it to your job again and had some time to spare. You started to head towards the teachers lounge because you didn't want to go to your classroom, plus you didn't want to walk around the campus to have a random conversation with that coworker that might show up or that loud blond. Definitely not that. You went inside the teachers lounge to see eyebags, the loud blonde and a woman with almost revealing clothing. They were all staring at you but you stood by the door way, you started to close the door slowly before the familiar voice called out to you. "Hey come and join us! The more the better!"
At that moment you felt true fear raised up to you, either you could be polite and join the three other staffs at the teachers lounge or you could be a total d*ck to them and continue to close the door. But obviously you would choose the second option right? Besides that dried eye motherf*cker is in there but you don't want to talk to him, and worse, you have to breathe the same air as him. You knew this would ruin your reputation as a 'kind' and 'wonderful' person but the choice was literally at your face. There is no possible way that you would go into the area and start talking to random people you don't even now- "We have coffee and donuts if you want some," the woman then spoke up with a calm and almost warm tone ending your train of thought.
As soon as she finished talking you went to sit down at a chair making sure you were away from the person that you couldn't call your friendly colleague. "You're the new teacher right? Nezu mentioned you yesterday at the morning meeting, but we never got to know your name," the dark purple haired staff continued while trying to start up some small talk. "My name is Y/N," you introduce yourself attempting to sound friendly but neutral. "Nice to meet you. I'm Nemuri, that's Shouta, and that's-" She then got interrupted by the staff with the most hair gel and blond hair, "Hizashi! Nice to meet you, new colleague!" He yelled out handing out his hand clearly wanting a hand shake, you shook his hand to be polite while he had the same smile like yesterday when you saw him.
While Numuri and Hizashi kept talking to you and asking questions you noticed that eyebags- I mean Shouta kept glancing at you from time to time. You started getting quite annoyed that he won't look away for just a minute or even a second. 'What the h*ll is his problem? Does he have a problem with me? I mean I did destroy his mug but that was just a crappy mug. It can't be that special to him,' you thought to yourself as you looked at him for a long amount of time before Numuri started to talk to you again. You decided to ignore the tired guy and started to talk to the two other people who were in the room with you. 'New colleagues... feels nice to talk like this again. Maybe things would change for thebest...'
**After School**
Second day done. For some reason the day feels really short but you weren't sure why, I mean your class was annoying as usual, you met your colleagues, finished your paperwork, and also planned the next lesson for tomorrow. So why does this day feel too short to count as a second day finished? While you walked you felt a pair of eyes was on you, in this scenario you wouldn't turn around because in every horror movie when the side character turns around they would find a guy wearing a mask holding a knife. And when they start saying 'Do you need help' the guy in the mask starts chasing the character and they end up dying. Were you going to turn around? Yes. Why you may ask? Curiosity obviously, but also to have an excuse to argue with someone because why not?
You turned your body around to see who was staring at you and once you saw who it was you immediately rolled your eyes. It was eyebags- I mean Shouta, god you can't get that name out of your vocabulary. "Is there a problem?" You asked in an annoyed tone, you couldn't control it since you were getting pretty irritated by seeing him around and staring at you. "I was going to ask the same thing. Why do you keep following me?" He asked in a low monotone voice, the more you thought about it he seemed to lack a lot of sleep and smelled like coffee beans. "Me!? You're the one that keeps following me!" You complained while staring directly at him with a frustrated expression.
He looked at you as if you were insane, "For your information you kept on going the same direction where I'm heading towards," he spoke. "Well you don't need to keep staring at me every chance you take. You look like a creep already as it is," you started to argue, great not only it was a short day you now are yelling at dried eye hag. "You little sh-" he then got cut off by Hizashi running towards us, "Heyyyy! What are my two pals talking about?" He's an energetic person, isn't he? "I was just about to leave and I bumped into him. Nothing else," You made up a quick reason while you tried to walk away. "Oh come on. We'll walk you home!" Hizashi spoke up while pushing Shouta towards you while wrapping an arm around him and another one around you.
"What?" Shouta and you both said at the exact time leaving Hizashi to laugh a little, "It'll be fun! We could talk, plan what we should do later on, also it could be a good opportunity for the two of you to get to know each other." He then starts walking while he keeps talking about ideas and some other stuff that you started to forget about. While Hizashi kept talking, you and Shouta kept glaring at each other from time to time, for some reason you couldn't help but look at his face, his tired eyes, his messed up hair, the scar under his eye, and his stern and admirable eyes. 'Why am I staring at him? He's just a tired dumb guy. Stupid face. His stupid beard. His dumb eyes. But those eyes...I just can't stop looking at them...'
Shouta Aizawa POV:
He's such a pain in the a*s, more than my students. I don't know why Mic decided to let us walk him home. After what felt like hours we stopped assuming in front of his apartment, "Well this is my stop. I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." Hizashi waved off to him, "Bye! Get some sleep," Y/N then started to go inside his apartment and shut the door quick once he got inside. "He is such a cool guy. Right Shouta?" Mic said as we both walked away heading towards a nearby cafe from his place, "Sure he is," I mumbled under my breath. "You just need some time to get used to him, besides you're going to that training camp with him tomorrow. So that's plenty of days so that the two of you would get along." Hizashi starts to explain the advantages of socializing to other people and how it's good to talk to new faces.
"Speaking of the camp, did Nezu send out the email to him?" I asked since I knew Nezu is sometimes forgetful of sending out things at the last minute, in my opinion I think it's a way to keep us on edge, what a mental torture that is. "Yeah, he sent it out during lunch so Y/N would've read it by now," Mic responded as we both entered inside the cafe, it smelled like sweet pastries and coffee, just the way I like it. "That's a relief," I commented as we looked at the many drink options that are on the board near the shelves of coffee mugs. "By the way, have you heard about his quirk? It's really interesting if you think about it, wonder why he took the teaching instead of the medical field. It's rare to find a healing quirk during this generation, wonder why he didn't choose to become a nurse-"
"Don't," I spoke cutting him in midway sentence, "He chose to become a teacher for a reason. Not many people choose to be a teacher, don't try to peak into his personal life, he won't even share is life with us." We both stayed silent once we ordered our drinks, when we got them we sat outside the cafe and he started to speak again. "You know, you've been staring at Y/N for a while when we dropped him off at his place. Do you like-" I gave him a glare and covered his mouth before he could speak again, "It's not like that! And don't scream that in public." I stopped covering his mouth as he gave a stare at me, "Ohhhh so you do have something for him. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Hizashi said as he stood up as threw is empty cup of coffee in the trash. "That's not what I- nevermind. I'll see you later after the camp," I said while I kept my coffee. We both waved goodbye to each other and left to our own ways.
[Extra!!!]
While you were checking through your emails on your computer you found an email from Nezu. As you opened it and started to read the email you saw that you had to go to a training camp and to your shock you had to be in the same class as Eraserhead. Shouta. You closed your computer shut and went towards your bedroom, when you got there you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, "WHY DOES LIFE HATE ME!?"