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You remember the last time your life was really in turmoil, you were only 15. And you were just some random person in the middle of a villain attack, who was saved by a bunch of teenagers in training. You certainly thanked most of them, except for that stupid blond guy you don't even like to mention by name.
But why reminisce about the past? Especially if your present was everything you wanted it to be. It wasn't news to many that people without a quirk rarely got on in the world. Especially considering that they were in the minority.
You didn't care either way, you didn't have extreme dreams for a normal person like you. You just wanted to be a teacher, and it's not as if it wasn't an important profession. It's thanks to people like you that people like the pro-heros are who they are today.
You loved how peaceful your life had become once you became a teacher. Well, more or less peaceful, I mean, a lot of the time your pupils were a bunch of jerks. But you loved them, until now.
You were already late, something that never happened. And to make matters worse, the road you took to school was in the throes of a villain attack. How wonderful. You needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
And before you could even think about getting out of there, a piece of debris made by the fights started hurtling towards you. You were very lucky. But of course you don't have to worry, do you? The wonderful and amazing Dynamight was there to save the day! How wonderful.
"HEY YOU EXTRA! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT?!!!!"
You just wanted to roll your eyes at his every word. Honestly, you'd rather have been hit than even have to look that blond bastard in the face. But before you could tell him to fuck off, your eyes hit the person next to him.
"Kac-Dynamight! You can't treat civilians like that!" Those green eyes looked straight at you. "Are you all right? Where are you going? I can take you close to make sure it's safe."
He smiled at you. An adorable smile, but one you wanted to hate with all your heart. You simply didn't say anything to either of them, and began to withdraw from their presence. As you walked away, you could see the green-haired man stopping the blond from probably talking some shit that would ultimately backfire on him.
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After you've finally arrived at school, and get a little scolding from the principal. You walked happily to your classroom, completely forgetting recent events.
As soon as you entered the classroom, you were greeted by your little henchmen, whom you called students. You wondered how 7-year-olds could make such a fuss at 8 in the morning.
"TEACHER! TEACHER! WHY ARE YOU LATE?" Many asked at once, and you wanted to simply ignore each question and tell them to be quiet and go sit down. But vice couldn't do that, could it? How sad.
"Please be quiet!" You tried to calm the adorable little pests. "I'll only speak as soon as everyone is quiet!!!"
At that moment everyone was quiet, and you finally explained the reason for your delay. Killing the curiosity of some, but piquing the curiosity of others, who wanted to know more about the hero Dynamight and Deku.
"Were they handsome?" "Did you talk to them?" "Were they like princes?" "I wanted to marry them so badly." Silly questions from children, you know?
How you wanted to tell them to their faces how unbearable each of those stupid heroes were. But you couldn't, haha. So you just gave a fond smile and said.
"Oh yes! They're great heroes! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't even be here right now!" All your students seemed impressed and fascinated that you had come into contact with the heroes they tried to love.
"Right, kids! Now let's get to class! No more talking!" They all exclaimed sadly.
"Today's activity... is to write a letter to someone you love!" In the background, you could hear several boys and girls saying "ew", while some even seemed excited about the idea.
"But teacher! I don't know how to write a love letter!" You laughed, reaching into your bag for something.
"That's why I brought examples for you to see!" You showed them letters that were at least a few years old. "These are some I made back in the day! It's not much today! But back then they were everything to me"
."Why didn't you hand them in, teacher?"
"I don't know. I guess I didn't like them enough."
"Or was it that they didn't like you, teacher?" You hated the sincerity of children.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, everyone got to write their letters. Some wrote to their parents, some even to you! You loved your students too much!
All this letter business reminded you that you really should get rid of all those old letters. That would certainly be the first thing you did as soon as you got home.
After almost dying when you got home, you wanted to just throw yourself on the bed and forget all about today. But then you remembered the letters, and how you wanted to just set fire to them.
As soon as you went to look in your bag, you didn't find anything at first. It seemed strange, but you thought it might be at the bottom, or in the middle of a folder.
But after turning that bag upside down, none of your letters were there. None of them.
"Damn it! Shit! Where is it? Where is it?"
Desperation began to hit you. What if someone from school found and read everything you wrote when you were only 15 years old? Until a memory popped into your head.
Flashback on -
"Teacher!" Kenji, one of your students raised his hand.
"Yes, Kenji?" He looked at you with a smile, a smile you hated because you knew your own students so well.
"Why don't you send the letters you made years ago now?" He said almost innocently. Almost.
"Oh... because it's been a long time!" You said with a strange laugh.
"I could give them to the teacher! Me and Kaito! We know how to get the letters to them!" He said, excitedly....
"Honey, don't make this stuff up! This is all in the past!"
"Then why do you still have it? If it was history you could have thrown it away." Sometimes you hated being a teacher of seven-year-olds.
"You're just going to do your activity, right? Forget it!"
"Right, teacher! I'll forget it."
Well, that's what you thought. That he would forget about it, but life has a strange way of messing up your life, doesn't it?
Flashback off -
"Bitch. Shit."
You realize what a fuck-up you've made by trusting your own students, how could you trust those little henchmen?
And worse. What would happen to the letters? What if they read them? What if they thought you were crazy and came to make amends? You certainly know exactly who in those four letters would do that.
But this was no time to freak out, you needed to calm down.
"SHIT!" Right. You were freaking out.