So in vigilantes, I love the banter that aizawa and present mic have. I wanna try and write what aizawa’s first day as a teacher was like.
Aizawa: “I didn’t apply because you asked me. Nezu asked me.”
“And who else has been asking you for years?? Hmmmm?? C’mon aren’t you EXCITED to work with me?”
Aizawa: “I dread my productivity rates with you being around constantly. Quite simply not rational.”
Mic: “Not rational cuz I’m gonna be distracting you ?” He fluttered his eyes. Putting both of his hands under his chin, his yellow shades sliding down slightly to look down at Aizawa’s slump.
Aizawa: “yeah because you never shut up”
Mic: “NOPE! BECAUSEEEEE you are gonna see me all the time and realize how much ya love meee and teeeaching and Midnight and Vlad” His Apple Watch started ringing. “OOP! Gotta run can’t be late on your first day there, Teach!” He poked his finger at his shoulder. “Can’t make that impression with your class!”
Present Mic dashed out towards the door, hair hitting the frame of the threshold on the way.
Aizawa looked at the clock. Dammit, he was right.
Mic: “gotta go dash!” He said, a stupid wide grin on his face. (He’s trying to say gotta go fast as a sonic meme but not quite landing it)
Mic was right. He had to go or else he would be 10 minutes late to being early by 15 minutes. Hizashi knew this. He knew this from when they roamed these same halls together. Dammit. “He DOES know we aren’t attached at the hip right?” Aizawa thought to himself. Too much work to focus on something so irrational.
Why did it matter who convinced him to work at UA anyway.
It’s simply makes sense to teach the next generation to carry on efficient work. As much as he did at night, he knew better than most that one man cannot solve everything. Not even all might. Working with the same colleagues he has worked in battle with was strategic planning, efficient, and effective. Teaching was just like a fight.
“Yeah” he muttered under his breath, convincing himself.
Getting to the point of the lesson and knowing good team work. Trimming the excess was something he was good at. Regarding teamwork, Aizawa recognized he was garbage at English, (part of the reason he hated press conferences) which is where Mic shines, and even as annoying as vlad king is, he makes a great coach for driving results. He didn’t know press work like Midnight.
He started to feel small. Tunnel vision started suffocating him. This feeling choked him and made him feel useless, especially being so reliant on his eyes. He looked around from side to side to try to steady but to no avail. What was he doing here? Teaching? Working with kids? Was he worth anything to guide students?
In 2 -3 - 4 hold 2 - 4 - 6 -7 Out 2 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8.
He stopped and caught his breath, like his mandated therapist from the agency suggested. The only thing that stuck. It was the quickest was to the parasympathetic nervous system and logically can shut down these unproductive thoughts.
Like…Before oboro convinced him he really had a place here among the heroes.
He sniffed and shook he head, shaking out the past and emotions from this fight and hoisted the wrap around his neck to cover to his chin.
“Only rational to work as a team, just like they taught me. I have my strong suits, Mic has his.”
He added, almost correcting himself subconsciously, “Err- everyone has their strong suit to teach at UA. You have to in order to work here. The primary objective is to make the best students into the best heroes to protect the future. Even though he preferred individual work, there was value in team effort, and this school called nothing but the best display of understanding your team and pairups.”
“Just rational.” His thoughts continued. “Nothing else. Even if I prefer to work alone, I can excel in teaching these kids that. Teach kids how to know themselves best so they can make a team even more powerful.” He smiled as he walked in to HIS classroom. Nobody could see that smile of course.
The classroom was already set up. He’d been in days before to make sure everything was spotless, seating tags in place, stocked supplies, including his sleeping bag and training clothes. He was nervous to break it out on the first day in case Nezu were to walk by, probably not a good look first day, but packed it before the shift tonight.
He walked around to inspect everything, and read through his class chart at the podium. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
He turned on the police radio under the podium he had placed so he could spend a few minutes relaxing and planning his route for the night shift. That was much easier than what was about to come. After a few moments, when he turned to sit around at the desk, he noticed a sticky note on top of a pink retangle piece of rubber:
If you want to, we can meet after your first day to talk?
His tired eyes flung open and burned from the sudden wind.
He flipped over the eraser and squinted to study it. There was an address on the back. A local coffee shop. His favorite local coffee shop, actually.
It wasn’t the invite to hang that was weird. This felt….genuine. Not over the top. Preplanned, not spontaneous. Zashi. Not Mic. Friend, not coworker.
They hadn’t been “friends” in so long. It pained him to admit it. Zashi had always tried to keep the friendship open but he…
He…struggled to reach out.
He worked late, woke up early to plan stings, worked out, was on call for police, and had 3 rescue cats and cactus at home.
He barely ate more than coffee, cigarettes, protein drinks, and takeaway.
Maybe Mic - Zashi, knew that? He wanted to reflect back on their relationship. He was taken aback by this small act. He felt perceived about his nerves despite…being himself.
How could he expect to attend to a friendship or relationship? That’s not what this job is -
He stopped himself. He had to remind himself of several lessons that were beaten into him on the significance of teamwork. That line of thinking was not going to get him anywhere.
There was no excuse. Zashi had always tried to keep the line open. Aizawa was the one who never followed up.
Maybe, this job would be good for him. Maybe he wasn’t as stable as he thought~
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