As Shigaraki watched the scenes that played out for the lad he began to realize how perfect this boy could be and exactly how strong his will was. Yagi only required a gentle nudge and guiding hand in order to become perfection. The perfect child of sorts as twisted as it would seem. It would not be until later that he would learn that this child’s spirit was too strong for his cause and could not be broken or tamed. A sense of nobility and humility was stuck in every action. Yagi chose to be kind even under the pressure of his peers. He was alone with none to talk to about his troubles or dreams and All for One could simply fill that role. Shigaraki realized it was more than perfect timing that was until he saw a quick flash cross the heavens only to land behind the buildings with an explosion.
The screams and sirens followed as All for One checked his watch noting it was two hours too early slowly shaking his head in disapproval. Weeding out One for All was proving to be so difficult. These so called hero’s were popping up everywhere and the quirk given to his brother was known for manifesting in unspeakable ways whenever a small woman or child got a little scared, but ironically, she was silent for now. His features remained calm but inside he was reeling in thought. SHE was always THERE, but if he surfaced Nana would question why he was so close to the school to begin with. Grey hues followed the trail of smoke to the far side of the city the male pinching the bridge of his nose with a distant sigh of aggravation.
It would seem his pawns were anxious and making a mess of things too soon. All for one simply didn’t have the time to cater to this child. Such patience it took when dealing with the not so bright of their generation but at this point he had no choice. He felt he was dealing with children at this pace. With that thought he gave a wicked smile his wheels turning inside his mind with the thought. Grinding his teeth he took a few breaths setting back against the black leather seats casting a wave to order the driver to continue on. It was simply not the moment to make his move only because All for one had important matters to tend to. Weeding out One for all was proving to be most difficult. Was Nana ill or missing? Shigaraki pondered to himself a moment before blowing if off as impossible. Shigaraki had to remind himself he was dealing with those who thought themselves gods against a god. Straightening his tie he calmed himself a bit still silent crafting a new plan no longer focused on downtown events. These so called heroes were popping up everywhere and the quirk given to his brother was known for manifesting in unspeakable ways whenever a small woman or child got a little scared. That and he was not going to take ownership for the mistakes of incompetent either and chose to leave the scene instead completely. Stripes honestly didn’t really suit him well it would clash with his eyes. At that thought, Shigaraki began to roar in laughter as the limo carried him back to regroup. A missed chance would make way for another opportunity and he held no issue with handling the important matters first. Yagi would remain quirk-less until the next day if he had to and Shigaraki could be there to pick him up when he fell.
All For One would become a teacher. As much as he despised it he would find himself not handling one but about nineteen or so teenagers. Thankfully, wisdom and time will come to save him once more. That a few stolen quirks; or borrowed as he saw it. He had lived through the eyes of history and since history is interpreted by the winner All for one figured he would put on a good show as a history teacher. Thankfully, he wasn’t so caught off guard when stepping into changing environments.
All for One male stepped from the car fixing his badge into place fully prepared to put on one of the biggest lies of his life. He was going to pretend to cater to the spoiled youth who thought themselves invincible. All for one figured it should be entertaining enough and approached his task with a smile. Pausing a moment he stared up at the symbolic letters hanging at the entrance and the stairs that followed. It cast quite a big shadow for the villain. This would be difficult only because he had never intended to open himself up to emotions of passion and care. His assignment would have him in a position where he would eventually be forced to care for at least one of them in the end. His way to cope was telling himself he would allow that one to be his goal, Yagi, if it could not be helped of course.
Shigaraki had found pleasure in sorting the facts of history so it wouldn’t be forgotten. Then there would always be students who could approach and bring up valid points impressing him if nothing else, therefore, this would not bore him. The debates were going to be fun and children often proved to be clever even if it was a loosing battle for them against All For One. Thankfully, he also held a sense of humor. He wasn’t going to be a straight forward teacher; his motives were a bit different but should prove effective. He was the class clown in youth and knew all the tricks and turns when it came to seeking attention even if done with wise words and puns. Shigaraki was practically an elder when it came to pranks and jokes and could see them coming before they started.
Shigaraki made his way down the halls music blasting through his air-pods, intentionally using the distraction to tune out the world so he could focus. Replacing a teacher with a sudden death in her family was quite the task especially on such short notice. She would remain out for the rest of the year being that All for one accidentally ran over a certain kid while heading back two days prior. Or that’s the story he knew what was told to the public was a fluke and nowhere as near as hilarious. This was his time so All for one didn’t exactly take to distractions of any kind.
The sunlight peered through the halls reflecting the shadows cast as Shigaraki slowly sipped his coffee in stride. It was a moment of heaven for the male, his way of mentally preparing for the day. Some chose self talks or other such routines but for him it was simple! He desired his space, music, and coffee for this plan to work. If he had all three then his day would go smoothly and if he lacked one then the entire pace of the day would be off making Shigaraki cranky. He knew the halls of the Academy so well by now he could practically walk with his eyes closed and was only half paying attention to his surroundings to avoid distraction. His feet moved on their own as a soft smirk planted across his thin lips. He was enjoying his small piece of heaven and honestly wasn’t crafting plans. He had a direct path pre-chosen from the moment he had crawled out of his dodge charger, or rolled rather. Leaving out early had allowed him to miss the aggravations of driving down a highway with road-rage so Shigaraki now only had to battle the cloak of sleep clinging to his form and avoid human interactions. he couldn’t just warp in or use any known quirk tied to All for One.
He wore a black button up shirt with a red tie loosely placed, the sleeves rolled up only because the he didn’t give much care as normal. If the shirt aggravated him enough he always could reply on the black shirt underneath in worse case scenario. He was tidy with appearance but had to play the part of a single misplaced teacher and this was his touch to his new muse. His hazelnut coffee was heaven by itself and he had made careful touches to perfect the same cup even more with each passing season. When he arrived at the office, Shigaraki spoke to none reaching into his designated box for any alerts and papers he should look through. He let out a sigh seeing the pile within gripping them to give a quick glance before rolling his eyes at the tediousness of it. Upon second glancing he realized one name was there on his roster. Yagi was in his homeroom! This brought another faint smile from the villain.
He noted were changing history again but history is interpreted by the winners, so how could one choose what story they wished to tell? It didn’t make sense but Shigaraki focused on the truth and lessons with purpose because it didn’t matter, he was not there to get used to routine, he was here to earn trust. He would follow the books but answer their questions in truth despite the fact. All for one had always been upfront and honest in all of his dealings.
In swift motion he slid the bag from over his shoulder neatly placing the papers into it in its own file. He was content to deal with the papers, people, and anything else after he was clocked in. This was simply business for him and he had to keep focused or he would make a grave mistake, he was of course, working around heroes. Shigaraki took another sip off coffee to relax and center himself again turning in exit.
He finally having reached his classroom glancing into it remembering his own school days, as short-lived as they were. When he pushed the door open he entered quickly shutting the door behind him locking it to try salvage the thirty minutes he had before the day began. Studying the lessons he quickly put together an idea of where they were in lessons standing to write his name on the board as the door swung open. When all were accounted for he turned with a genuine deceiving smile pointing back towards the board.
“I do apologize, it would seem your teacher is dealing with a situation of personal regards. I will be replacing her for the rest of this year and I certainly hope we can get along wonderfully. I hold no tolerance for chaos so if you desire such I suggest you leave now. My job is to tell you a story of the past and we can do so with fun and games so long as you do your part. You wish to be a hero correct, or most rather dream of such things. That is why you are here.Then you must listen to the lessons of the past in order to move past the present make sense?”
He had used his time well to remember details to make his job easier. He knew each of his students by name and would focus on getting the lessons out until he had the opening he was seeking. Pulling a hand from behind his back he held the gamble of a class review written practice test thus showing they would not be missing pace because he was ill prepared. The smile behind his intents proved he felt it would work out just fine for them.
“This is a quiz you were supposed to take or perhaps you can accept my challenge on historical facts and pass on the test for free time thus proving you all know it already, understand?
He couldn’t help the laugh holding the papers out with a wave his silky smooth voice coxing them to take a dare. Not too often did anyone actually take him up on these offers but this time none would die this time. Was this class going to pass and settle for a test or was there a leader in the class who was willing to take a risk of failure in the wrong answers. He or she would take the blame if they failed in the answer. In the end this particular gamble was relevant to their lessons and would show him all the personalities of the class. Shigaraki only hoped there would be a quick volunteer so he could rush down the hall for another cup of coffee. It would be entertaining to watch them work together to figure it out but he doubted they could pull together from what he had heard. It was the same thing of course in real life the only thing was if they chose to try the gamble then they would be able to work together verses if they took the test separate on paper. To accept his offer would be to their benefit
"So no takers…what happened to the youth that is complimented on a daily basis and do forgive me my name is Miroku!”
He did not know it would be so easy to make his way into the school as a hero. The children before him all held little to no quirks so if this plan failed, it may not in the end. All for one had nothing to loose with teaching at UA the information would become relevant as well. The newfound teacher extended his hand showing the essence of stolen quirk, the environment of the classroom began to shift about with images of the past. Whispers were heard echoing the class as the room darkened Images of native dances on the seashore followed by the screams of war from china and the building of the great wall.
It was a stolen quirk but would be sure to captivate them into being more interested so he could keep his position as a teacher. When the sounds of military marches echoed about the room All for one simply smiled playing out different events from the past they had learned in their lessons up until the present. The mist moving about began forming into the ghosts of military men marching to the back disappearing All for one deciding that was enough for now. All For One was having fun with this; it was such a fun quirk so he gave a bit more. The images of pyramids and Greek conversations and laughter echoed around the room a few moments with images to match before he with a snap erased everything hoping to finally have their attention.
“Let us see who actually paid attention!”
He encouraged them to play his games holding up the written test and pointing back to the clock. Little did they know the images he showed held the answer to his questions if they paid attention.
“My quirk is to reveal the events of the past it helps with my title as you can see. It is not relevant for battle by choice, but for this cause I make an exception to only use it to teach the young!”
Throughout all of this, and for most of the time Shigaraki had acted as their teacher, Toshinori watched with a glimmer in his eyes. Suddenly, his hand flew into the air, a determined look on his face that caused some students to look back to the Quirkless boy.
“Yagi? You’re really going to try to take it?”
“What’s a kid like you gonna do? Are you gonna try to tell us you’ve got super-smarts or something as your Quirk?”
There was a tiny bit of laughter from the students, though they were still quite hushed for their teacher. Toshinori, however, was determined. He had paid as much attention as he could, and he wasn’t afraid at all. . He was far from afraid. With a big smile on his face, the blonde boy proudly spoke up, but kept a fairly formal tone of voice, obviously knowing that ‘Miroku’ was his teacher,
“I’ll take that test, sir. . !”
. . A bit more laughter from his peers, though Toshinori wasn’t deterred at all. Instead, he seemed to have a lot of confidence! A lot of hutzpah. Perhaps it was just what Shigaraki needed. Toshinori, at this time as he said that, had already been getting his pencil, his eyebrows furrowing a little as he thought, Okay, Toshinori, you might get these problems wrong, but that’s not the worst thing in the world. . ! You can do this. .
He gave himself even more confidence, but not too much to where it’d make him get cocky and unbearable. It was just enough.
Just enough to be able to help himself think that he’ll at least get some answers right.
He now sat there, pencil in hand, waiting for his teacher to pass it to him. Although a Quirkless boy, he was obviously an eager boy, too, ready to attempt to pass the test in order to show what he learned from the apparitions. . Which he honestly thought was cool. Deep down, he always wished he had a Quirk. Not to fit in with those jerks calling themselves his classmates, but he wanted to be able to have a Quirk to be a hero. . Or someone important in society to help bring things up.
Toshinori had no idea, though, that his teacher was looking to help him with that. . With ulterior motives, of course.