Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

The Halloween Party

"How many parent-teacher meetings did you have tonight?" All Might blinked slowly in response.

"Uh... None, unless you count the one that I attended with young Midoriya!" Aizawa gritted his teeth, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Ahh, well L/N had 120." He spat sarcastically. All Might rubbed the back of his neck, growing nervous.

"And how many classes do you teach, again? L/N teaches 7 a day. Oh, apart from the one that you take on Fridays." All Might was beginning to sweat now.

"Uh- yes, I just teach one a week now. I have a very busy career, you see! And being course leader for Heroics adds to that a lot!" Aizawa got up out of his barstool, his two companions watching on in anticipation.

"Aizawa-" Hizashi tried to plead. Aizawa snapped his head to Hizashi and gave him an angry stare, a very clear warning to stay out of this.

"L/N was officially made course leader for Heroics last week, due to your incompetence. Did you miss that, somehow? With your very busy career?" Aizawa was now attempting to intimidate him, poking him in the chest with every word.

"Oh! Yes, I suppose I must have missed that memo... Although, how will that work with me being the face of Heroics at UA?" He turned to Y/N. She replied only with raised eyebrows, and her mouth hung agape. Aizawa wore a similar expression.

"Oh, I'll tell you how it's going to work-" The bartender finally gave the group the shots Hizashi ordered, trying to ignore the scene going on in front of him.

"One moment." Aizawa raised a finger in front of All Might, as if to say 'wait.' He downed the shot, before wearing a malicious grin on his face and stating matter-of-factly:

"It's going to work like this." Aizawa then proceeded to punch All Might, the number 1 hero of Japan, so hard in the face, that he crashed into the table behind him. The drinks went flying, leaving All Might covered in various types of booze on the floor. Hizashi and Y/N gasped. The teachers around the room watched on in a horrified awe.

"Aizawa!! What is the meaning of this?!" Aizawa did something very rare. He laughed. Not just a quiet, low chuckle. A loud, incredulous, boisterous laugh.

"The meaning of this? The meaning of this, is that you are an awful teacher, and an even worse coworker!" Y/N's mouth hung open, able to do nothing else but gawp like a fish.

"You've been running around with one 15-year-old student, which is creepy, by the way, instead of doing any of your staff duties! L/N has been overworked to the bone, because you can't commit enough time to the students." He stood over All Might's helpless figure, still lying on the table on the floor.

"She had to do 10 hours of meetings. Sacrificed her lunch hour today and yesterday for it. Sacrificed sleep. You've had a woman with no teaching experience running around picking up all your slack, and do you know what the craziest part is, All Might?" All Might slowly shook his head.

"She didn't complain about it. She's just knuckled down and gotten it done. Because she knows her students need her, and she's put them first. When are you going to start doing that?" He bent down, the loose hair from his bun falling over his face.

"It had better be fucking soon. Because I think a quite a few of us are sick of going along with whatever suits you, just because you're the so-called 'number 1 hero.' And sick of watching Y/N practically kill herself with not so much as a complaint over trying to pick up your work." All Might had no words. No one had any words. The teachers were all watching on, mortified.

"You, OUT." The manager of the bar appeared, pointing at Aizawa. Y/N snapped out of it, grabbing Hizashi and Aizawa, and dragging them out. She continued dragging them until they rounded a corner and had made good distance from the bar. Hizashi and Y/N stared at Aizawa, as his own eyes darted between the pair.