STRINGER | Aizawa x Male

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I mentally froze. Eyes blinking trying to slowly sink in this new found information. "Eraserhead, you say?"

All Might stared at me a bit weirded out and surprised at my reaction. "That's what I said."

I nodded slowly before turning to the door and knocking while watching as All Might took his leave. The noise from inside immediately silenced as I swung open the door a bit breathless.

My dress shoes clicked against the tile flooring as I peered into the class taking note of the welcome written on the board and all the students turning to stare and whisper at my appearance.

At least I had their undivided attention. Confidently I strode into the classroom peering down behind the front desk at a sleeping bag noticing long black hair trickling out the top. With a sigh and the irritated flick of my hair I turned to the students not even trying to fake a business smile like usual.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Starting today your principal requested my help in bringing a bit of life to you lives through the art of music. My presence here is a privilege you have all earned." I huffed a bit as I noticed the whispers passing around. Kids. "Keyword there is privilege. Take today as a trail run, if this class does not fall within your or my expectations it won't be permanent."

Carefully I turned around trying my best not to stomp down on the sleeping bag as I began to write my name in perfect handwriting across the board. I heard gasps noticing that my sleeves had dropped revealing the inked sleeve under. A smirk graced my lips as I spun around tossing the writing utensil back into the bin under the board.

"You don't have to use my last name when you address me but be formal about it. I just have one rule I expect my students to listen to, and that is to take music seriously. It's not a life or death situation and you're not preparing for battle but still give it your all." Finally I finished my intro glancing around the room.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

A hand rose almost immediately. I think the girl's name was Mina.

"Yes, Mina." My voice left me monotone but still somehow the girl began to squirm flushed even though her skin was already colored.

"Um, Mr. Mayasuki, how old are you?" She asked while the other girls in the class held their breaths and the guys tried to act uninterested. The question was obviously on the tips of their tongues as Mayasuki did appear very youthful.

I cracked a chuckle at the question. No matter the class or the students the first question was always the same. "I'm too old for you, kid." My voice dropped with humor as I cracked a smirk at Mina who seemed to grow even redder. "If you really want to know then I'll be honest. I'm 23, pretty young for a teacher, huh?"

Another hand flew up catching me by surprise. This time it was a green haired kid with soft eyes that nearly lept out his seat.

Ah, that kids pretty famous. Midoriya was it?

"Yes, Midoriya?"

Surprised the nerd flinched a bit before continuing to gawk at the new teacher. "Um, we didn't even introduce ourselves yet, so how do you already know our names? Was it because of the festival?"

I snorted holding up a finger to stop from snickering. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you or the question. It's just surprising that you'd ask that."

The students looked rather confused and couldn't follow what their new teacher was saying.

Ah, how cute. They look so flustered.

Smirking wildly I leant forward my arms flexing at I stared at the kids with a prideful face. "As your teacher my sole expectation is that I at least know my students. Why are you all so surprised? If you want you can pick a student in this class and I bet I could name them."

A hand rose from the back this time a cute kid with white and red hair and what looked to be a burn mark. A flash of recognition passed my eyes as I stared at him expectantly.

"Yes, Todoroki? Is there something concerning you?" I tilted my head prepared for anything all except for the hand that landed on my ankle.

A shiver ran down my spine as I glanced down to find a hand sticking out of the sleeping bag connecting to the fingers gripping at my skin. Soon followed a sleep filled gaze and then revealed a very handsome face covered in stubble. It was my turn to appear flustered as the person peeled away from the sleeping bag and stood looming before me trapping me against the desk.

"I suppose your the music teacher. I've been listening in since you slammed open the door. Since you challenged the kids why don't I challenge you?" The devilish man glowered down at me as I could barely keep my body from convulsing. His skin was grazing my hands that had landed on either side of me. "Could you name me? Not by my hero name by the way."

Gritting my teeth and clenching my jaw I brought my foot down on his foot and then swung an elbow at his throat only to have my assault stopped by him spinning me out of his grasp with his scarf.

"Everyone should at least know your name, Aizawa." I mumbled rolling up my sleeves revealing the tattoos littering my skin. Great I had broken a sweat.

He smirked eyeing me with dark eyes. "For a music teacher you're pretty quick on your feet."

My eyes narrowed at him. "For a hero you're way too up your own ass." I spat not hiding the swears from the kids staring at us wide eyed.

He grinned smugly knowing he had gotten me riled up. "Don't be so touchy, princess."

"Don't fuck with me you piece of shit stationary!"

Bakugo couldn't help but to laugh at the scene as he watched the two teachers make snarky remarks to each other. "I'm starting to like this idea of music class."

Kirishima glanced towards his friend with a deadpanned stare. "Are you sure it isn't because you thought Mr. Mayasuki was a girl?"

The blonde pursed his lips falling silent as Denki fell into a fit of laughter at the interaction. "You have to admit it, we all questioned his gender a bit."

Mineta glanced at the trio leaning in. "He's still hot."

They all immediately silenced going back to what they had been doing completely shutting out Mineta from speaking. The small boy glanced between them frazzled and betrayed.

Mina grinned getting front row view of Masayuki, his tattoos, and his flustered expression. His interaction with Aizawa as it stood was quite entertaining and it looked like Aizawa was fighting a cat.