The white eyed girl woke up with a yawn, feeling as tired as she always did. What time was it? She felt like she'd been sleeping forever. Looking around, she spotted a clock above the hospital room door. It was six in the morning. That's right, she followed her father to the ER, and slept next to him while he was recovering.
Since all the injuries Y/n had were simple bruises and cuts because of falling onto and jumping over rocks, she didn't need heavy treatment and focused on watching Aizawa for the past two days, waiting for him to wake up.
At that point, he had already gone through some surgeries (Y/n wasn't really sure what kind) and was left to rest in this room until he could take off all the bandages on his face. He also had his arms in a cast, so he couldn't move around that much either.
"I see you're awake, Y/n. You looked like you were having a good dream for once."
"Dad! I- I mean Aizawa! You're supposed to be resting, why are you standing up?!"
Under all the bandages, Aizawa smiled the tiniest smile known to man. 'She called me dad.'
"I have a class to teach. I've been here for two days. We can't waste any more time."
Y/n stood up and angrily marched up to the injured hero. "You. need. to. rest." she said, pushing him back onto the bed. "And did you even discuss this with Recovery Girl and the other nurses?!"
Aizawa sighed. "Yes, I've already discussed it with them. My students' education is much more important than my wellbeing. Y/n, are you coming or not?"
She crossed her arms, putting on a pout. "Fine, but how exactly are we getting to school? You can't drive right now."
"I called an Uber."
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"Guys, sit down. We have to make a good impression on the substitute teacher!" yelled Iida, as he always does. He made chopping motions in the air towards the other students, ushering them to their seats.
"Who do you think will be replacing Aizawa sensei for now, Deku?" said Uraraka.
"I don't know. Maybe All Might?"
The door to the classroom creaked open, and everyone zoomed to their seats, bodies freezing in place with anxiety. To all of their collective shock, in came Aizawa covered in bandages with Y/n helping him walk through the door.
"SENSEI?! WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE HOSPITAL??!" shouted the students in unison.
Y/n squinted at the loud noise. "I was just wondering the same..." she mumbled, clearly annoyed by her adoptive father's choice.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay standing by yourself?" she asked, looking at the man in question.
Aizawa nodded and sent her to her desk. Y/n got a few glances that screamed 'we have questions we want answered!' but ignored them, knowing that her bothersome classmates would bring it up at lunch. Aizawa stood in front of the class as he normally did, and started to speak.
"Students, the fight is not over." This earned some worried looks and nervous comments. "Your next battle will be coming soon... at the U.A. Sports Festival." The previously worried students sighed in relief.
"Oh right, this is a school," said Mina Ashido, a student who was literally and completely pink.
"You forgot this was a school? Dumbass," another student chimed in. It was probably Bakugou.
"Hey!!"
"Anyways," Aizawa interrupted before things could escalate even more, "you should all work your hardest to get ready for this event, as it is a great way to get noticed by important people, especially since pro heroes and their agencies will be watching."
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