Little Hero, and Healing An Old One

Chapter 1: Homework Please!

He didn't usually teach English. Don't get him wrong! He was well read, knew a thing or to about giving speeches and catching people's attention, portraying confidence to sooth the people he was helping, he was All Might afterall!

That being said he wasn't entirely prepared to be the substitute teacher of the Classics of English class today, that was Professor Mic's regular class, but he had gotten called out on patrol for the day unexpectedly. Leaving a rather scrawny, rather anxious, rather blond, man, standing outside of the 1A classroom with a large binder in hand.

Meanwhile, a rather green haired boy sat in the back of the classroom, the room humming with the chatter of his fellow students. To say he was tired would be an understatement, he was exhausted, his body ached from head to toe as he let out a jaw cracking yawn. This was the beginning of his last year at UA, most were happy, ecstatic even! After this year they'd go off to being heros full time at their agencies they had applied for this year, but Deku, was not. He was a bundle of nerves, even more then usual. He hadn't slept much the night before, whether you could blame the rising stress of applications starting to be put together to be held onto for months only to possibly be denied?! He'd argue you could. But with stress came other things.. other, rather embarrassing things that had him up late at night in the laundry room waiting for the spin cycle to end.

His eyes droopy he rubbed his face and shook his head, trying to wake up for the class, and the teacher that was no doubt about to come in and start off the work load for the day.

The binder in question with the blond only held two actual papers with text, including his instructions of what to do for the day, while the rest of it was filled with blank papers, in the hopes to make it look like he knew what he was doing and was qualified to teach this class. With a deep breath and a slightly shaky hand, he put on a broad smile and turned the door handle, swinging it open to greet his students.

"Good morning young heros!" He boomed, stepping inside and heading to the podium to stand behind it, setting the binder down and opening it to the pages with actual writing on them. Across the classroom young heros of all different powers, shapes, and sizes, looked back at him, some parroting a nice goodmorning, others simply giving him a bored look, and one rather explosive boy giving him a hard glare. His own way of friendly greeting you could say.

But in the back of the room sat the green haired boy that All Might mentored, the green haired boy who was usually bubbly and excited although nervous, but was now, as All Might spotted him, looking rather tired and some what "sweatier" then usual. Though the boy gave a somewhat pained smile and very small goodmorning in return to All Might's greeting to the class, almost as if he were trying to cover it up. The retired hero thought he must've been overtraining the previous day and so would simply ask him about it later.

"Alrighty class, as you no doubt may be able to see, Professor Mic is not here today, he is off on patrol. I'm his substitute today, in here it says..." he glances at the notes quickly "ah yes, your reading notes over Gilgamesh are due today as your homework, please pass those up to the front of the class to be collected and then we'll start the review quiz!" He said cheerily, giving a broad smile, though receiving quite a few groans in return before students reached down into their bags and grabbed their homework out, passing it up to the students infront of them creating a chain system. In the back of the classroom Deku's eyes went wide and he gaped for moment before looking down, trying to bring as little attention to himself as possible. Jirou turned around in her seat from in front of him, a bored expression on her face as she held out her hand "Midoriya, your paper," she said plainly, flexing her hand.

He gulped "i, don't have it.." I mumbled under his breath

"Sorry what?" She asked, a bit astounded at that answer, no doubt being able to hear him just fine with her quirk. "But you never miss an assignment" she comments.

He seems to shrink down more in his seat at that, opening his mouth to make an excuse, his cheeks flushing red before simply closing "sorry.." he apologizes.

"No it's fine.." she says back, confused as to why he's apologizing, though this is deku, she thinks, he apologizes alot normally. Satisfied with that reasoning she turns back around and hands her own paper up to be collected.

Toshinori takes note of this encounter, as he collects the papers at the front, not being able to hear what they say but taking note at the lack of paper Midoriya passed up. With the papers in hand he returns to the podium, flipping through them to double check, yep, no homework from Midoriya, this is most definetly odd. He puts them on the podium to be looked over and graded later, grabbing a small stack of lined paper he starts to pass one out to every student, starting from the front left of the classroom and making his way back zig zag style.

"Alright, with your homework in we now begin the test, its just a simple comprehension test. Write down a quick summary of the story as well as your opinion, with evidence, as to whether you think Enkidu was bettered by becoming civilized." He states "once you have your paper you may begin, you have till the end of the class period."

With Almighty approaching with his paper, Midoriya shook, he hadn't even read the text for God's sake! What was he gonna put on this paper?! He was going to fail! And miserably at that! He wouldn't become a hero- he'd be kicked out of UA-

"Midoriya?" His thoughts were interrupted. To his right, kneeling beside his desk and looking quite concerned, was All Might.

"Are you alright young one? I didn't see a homework from you when they were all turned in." He commented curiously.

At this Modoriya did something that wasn't off brand by any means. I mean, he did it when he and All Might first met, several times actually.

He looked up into the eyes of his hero, and he began to cry.