LP/MHA(BNHA) Earworm No. 4!

We find our wayward heroes acclimating to the new society and with new jobs…how they got them? That will be explored later.

000

“Alright, children, your new T.A.s will take over this portion of the class.” All Might waved before he rushed off.

“Gods above, I thought the Hobo was the shit teacher.” Thalia frowned. Did that wannabe Superman rip-off just dump these twerps on her and Whiskers? Yes. Yes he did.

Apparently, Whiskers had prepared for this.

“Yeah, forget anything that man told you.” The stutter bush gasped in outrage. Whiskers ignored him and pressed on. “We’ll be covering the most important part of the Heroics Industry.”

“Villain fighting!?” The Bomberainian and his lackies crowed eagerly.

“…No dipshits, rescue efforts.” Thalia deadpanned. She pinched the bridge of her nose when they roared in disagreement. “Gods—that wasn’t an invite to freaking argue!”

“Actually, Tree Girl, it’s brand selling.” Whiskers said, holding up a notebook he had on hand.

“Oh, yeah? And what makes you the expert–? Why are you smirking?”

“Two words, Thalia.”

No.

“Shadow.”

Nonono.

“Clones.”

“I hate you, Naruto.” Thalia grumbled, he always lorded that ninja magic stuff over her. She was slightly mollified when her boyfriend pulled her into a hug and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.

“I love you, Tree Girl.”

Tch, stupid sweet goofball.

000

Thalia was so over this teaching crap yesterday. And she’d only been teaching for fifteen minutes. The Bomberainian brat called Whiskers out when he called the brat out on being a wannabe loudmouth. So now here she was, supervising a fight between the class’ “strongest” – pfft, Percy could whip this kid’s butt easy, and he was a friggin kelp head – and her boyfriend.

“You gonna f–king start us off or what, thunderbitch!?”

“Whiskers, don’t kill him.” Thalia warned as she saw her boyfriend’s eyes narrow slightly.

“You might have to tie a hand behind my back.” Whiskers mumbled none too quietly. One of the brats let out a ‘jeer’. Thalia glared at them. They wanted their friend to live through this right?

“Screw you, you gaijin sonovabit-fahhhk!” Bakugo stumbled back and dropped to his knees, hacking and struggling to suck in air.

“Lesson One,” Whiskers growled as he stalked forward. His foot dug into the bomb boy’s gut and knocked him to the other side of the field. “Pay attention to your opponent when you’re riling them up. Lesson Two, be faster than your opponent if you plan to piss them off. Lesson Three, no one is immune to a throat punch.”

“What if their quirk hardens their skin? Or ups their defense?”

That was a fair question.

“Hit em harder.” Whiskers shrugged.

And a fair, if simple, answer.