A Hollow's Rencarnation: An Izuku Yagi Story

ハ: I Will Prevent That...

(Oh my fucking god, I forgot about this because of school and shit, and this chapter isn't very long, but at least I updated it)

Aizawa sighs as he goes inside his large yellow sleeping bag, looking at Zangetsu, who is in the least bit pleased. Having to tell the infamous sadistic albino of the U.A. halls that he couldn't do what he was most known for with his new batch of problem children wasn't the best thing to say to said albino, and he couldn't just hand him off to someone else to deal with, so he would just have to deal with one more problem child today.

But seeing Zangetsu acting like a grouchy child in the corner was not a problem he wanted to deal with, even with how amusing it would be to take a picture and use it as blackmail, Aizawa just wasn't paid enough to deal with a pouty teen. "Fine, I'll allow you to fight them only when I or any teacher gives permission, or when it's part of an exercise!"

The albino immediately stopped pouting the millisecond those words came out of the underground hero's mouth, replaced by a wide smirk and a strange, but familiar, glint in his eyes. He then gets up, his right hand gripping the white steel of the larger blade of his back. "Fine by me, old man. But I won't be paying for any hospital bills. I'll be in the gym, scream if you need me," Zangetsu responded as he left through the large door of the classroom, chuckling as he went.

"I don't get paid enough to deal with this stuff," Aizawa sighed once more, now looking at the clock inside the room. His class should be here in around 5 minutes, so there wasn't enough time to have a nap. Reluctantly, he unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up as he got out, waiting for the next set of problem children to arrive.

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Toshinori stood under a wisteria tree in the local cemetery, the tree's branches like an umbrella shielding the clean, gray gravestone that is below it. Fallen wisteria petals laying on the grass and gravestone in front of the blonde man, his hands gripping onto the bouquet of white chrysanthemum he bought.

The man continues to stare at the gravestone, the kanji for his dear deceased wife engraved onto the block. Toshinori sets down the bouquet right in front of the stone as he goes to his knees, his eyes starting to water as he grazes his fingertips across the engraved kanji that spells his beloved's name.

"Inko, how I miss you so. I wish you never left me alone, your voice could brighten my day more than any star could ever shine in the night sky. Your heart, warmer than any flame, snuffed out to bring my life to great darkness. I-... I-...." As Toshinori spoke of his deceased wife, small tears formed in his eyes and poured out into his cupped hands like a waterfall. Even 16 years later, the words that nurse had told him still haunted his slumber, even when he was brought into his arms. The darkness felt immense when the blond remembered that child, and he wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

Toshinori stands back up, tears marks on his face as he walks away from the grave and to the direction of U.A. He still had a job to do and children to teach and mold into the newest heroes for the country, it was what Inko would have wanted him to do.