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Shouta was halfway through the lesson when it happened. The teaching assistant standing smugly behind, him non the wiser. He honestly, really, 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, should have seen this coming.
He knew hiring that TA was a mistake.
It was all types of suspicious from the start, but he didn't give it much thought in the moment because Nedzu was going to do it 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 and until he had 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 type of proof the rat wouldn't relent. 𝘍𝘢𝘯-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤.
He felt his eyelids drooping, but quickly brushed it off as lack of sleep. It'd happened before anyways. Then, he noticed something else.
A type of pink gas filtered out from behind him--he guessed it was coming from the vent near his podium--filling the rest of the class quickly, residing at the floor. He abruptly stopped his lecture at this, his drooping eyes becoming more prominent. Having to blink multiple times to stay awake, he saw some of the students get drowsy, heads sinking to their desks before snapping back up in an effort to stay conscious.
He was about to try and cover up the vent or get his class to leave, thinking it was a sleeping gas, when the vertigo hit 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Which shouldn't happen this soon if it was produced by a quirk and absorbed through the skin or even airways, so that was ringing alarm bells.
He heard a small "sensei?" from somewhere above him before the shuffling of feet and a dull pain hit his head and 𝘰𝘩 he'd fallen somehow. He could hear a door opening and closing and a few of his students' very quickly quieting shouts (which wasn't a good sign but the aching in his body 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 and the ringing in his ears was just getting louder and louder and LOUDER--) and then nothing at all as he succumbed to unconsciousness.
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Shouta awoke slowly. Very slowly actually. And with pain.
His body hurt all over. Like all his bones had been broken and rearragened and then put back together and the usual migraines he got when he over used his quirk were elevated tenfold. He groaned, opening his eyes and immediately pulling them shut, the overhead lights stinging his already sensitive eyes. He kept them closed until they somewhat adjusted to the harsh lights and slowly opened them again. Lifting his head to check his surroundings and make sure he 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵, in fact, kidnapped, he noticed a lot of things.
First, his head hurt like 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭. He probably hit it when he fell and eventually passed out, though he might have a slight concussion with how far away most of the pain felt.
Second was that he was still in the classroom for some reason. Depending on how long they were out and the fact that the room 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 has cameras, wouldn't someone have noticed their absence by now?
Third, he couldn't see his students heads, but he could see their now 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 bodies in the chairs, completely knocked out and positioned awkwardly. It was as if they'd shrunk...
With a small sigh, he glanced at the clock and that thought just made a little more sense.
'𝘈𝘩. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴.' He wasn't even out for an hour.
He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position to stand so he could check on his students and make sure none of them were dead or something. But when he did he came to a sudden realization that his clothes felt very... Big.
He looked down--noting that his hair was shorter now since he didn't feel it moving around his shoulders--to see large trousers covering his feet and a capture scarf that was basically swallowing his neck and bottom half of his face whole. He already has a guess as to what happened in those minutes he and his class was passed out, but that's not his priority at the moment.
He carefully stood up--using the lectern for support when he swayed a little--and scanned the twenty seats filling the--kind of eerie--silent classroom. And sure enough, every single one of his problem children, were passed out as five year olds. And he's probably younger now too.
Great. Just great.
He sighed--a long, weary sigh--and tried to find his phone to call Mic.
Keyword: tried.
He couldn't find that annoying brick of metal and glass 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, and he was beginning to panic. Did the TA--he never really bothered to learn his name--that caused all this take it? Did he take all the students' phones too? He was too tired for this.
With his phone nowhere to be seen, he chose the next best option. Go to the teacher's lounge and get Hizashi himself. He wasn't sure he'd be able to pull it off, considering his body still hurt and the migraine 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 of his worsening concussion made him just want to lay down and 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. But he needed to inform someone and sleeping was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 a good idea right now.
Just as he was about to leave the class, the door swung open and--in all his frantic glory--was the Voice Hero, Present Mic.
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Hizashi Yamada was not having a good day.
If you asked him, he would say he's having a horrible day, actually.
The new teaching assistant that Nedzu hired--Shino Chu--was all types of suspicious. Even Nem saw right through him!
'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨??' Because Hizashi 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 that Nedzu 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 that that man has no good intentions.
He was proven right (to an extent) when he didn't see Shouta or his class wandering around the hallways at any time during lunch. It's strange because the underground hero is almost always seen going to the teacher's lounge or dorms or walking with a student or is just simply 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 in the walls of UA. So rightfully, Hizashi was a little concerned.
That's why he was walking to 1-A's classroom, five minutes to the bell, to check on Shou' and his gremlins. And when he came up to the door, it was 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.
To be honest, 1-A is always quiet (𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵), even minutes before the lunch break. But this type of quiet felt 𝘰𝘧𝘧. He couldn't even 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 Shouta talking through the door, or the light chatter of the class when he slept in his obnoxious yellow sleeping bag at the podium. Now 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 set him on edge.
He steeled his nerves, quickly opened the door, and all but 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 at the sight.
There, at the podium, holding it for support, was a 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘢. The rest of the class laying in varying uncomfortable looking positions in their seats... 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦-𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥...
Yeah he was so not dealing with this.
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Shouta watched in detached amusement as Hizashi just blankly stood there, gaze flickering from the twenty students to him, unmoving. After a good ten seconds he mumbled a quiet "give me a minute," and then promptly shut the door in his face.
Not even two seconds later, the door was open again and the blond's eyes surveyed the room for a second time before green met black, proceeding to have another stare down that went on for much longer. Finally, Hizashi broke the silence.
"What in the ever loving 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, happened with that 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵?"
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