Nadzu had sunken his manicured claws into the opportunity and went to the Commission with the absolutely brilliant idea of making the No.2 hero the heroics teacher at UA.Īpparently, the person who was supposed to be the teacher that year had found something more pressing, a family connection or some shit he had to take care of, and the position was free for the taking. Truth was, he had gotten pretty injured in a fight with the recently escaped Toxic Chainsaw, hurt enough for the Commission to put him on rest for an indeterminate time until he was better, which meant that he was currently unemployed. He had no idea how Nedzu had gotten his hands on his files before him, but the mouse knew his shit. The god damn fun park mascot smiling happily from the top of his chair. So, why was he in the teacher lounge at seven thirty in the morning, waiting for the hero class to do the mandatory Quirk training so he could observe and tell if they were worth their salt? Simple. He should not be responsible for forty-something brats who thought that being a hero was something one did for fun and tax benefits. They were his masterpieces and he was responsible for them. The only reason he had taught Shouto and Touya was because they shared his Quirk and he was the only one who could hope to get them to their true potential when everyone else would surely fail. If there was one thing Enji didn’t want to do, that was teaching a bunch of brats about being heroes, when most of them wouldn’t even make it past the first year. It’s not every year that he gets this particular email, and it’s never been sent to the Commission first but he figures there’s a first time for everything- who knows maybe there’s a new protocol for the commission to approve of prospective teachers at the U.A.
It was the third fucking day of school.Įnji’s next year was ruined by a simple email. God help us allīonus: They reached the USJ where Thirteen spoke their speech when a hurl of black smoke appeared and about a hundred villains spilled out, with the leader looking like a duck and telling them that he was there to kidnap and torture the children. So why in gods good name, Why was he forced to babysit forty suicidal teenagers amped up on hormones and hellbent on saving the world?Īlternatively: The commission decides Enji's teaching skills are too advanced to be wasted on one child so they gave him all of 1-A. He had trained to be a hero, he had been payed to be a hero all his life. All Might, Enji thought not for the first time and certainly not for the last, as he stomped his way towards his first class of the year, could go die in a fire.Įnji was a hero.
Because, apparently, All Might, was too busy to grace the halls if U.A. Accepted only to pull back at the last minute. a number of times, and this time he had accepted.