Well, fuck. This was something straight from his nightmares...

You know the one: The one where you're speaking in front of a crowd of people and you're in nothing but pretty much your underwear?

Yeah... that one.

Well, the permanently exhausted pigeon of a man, Shōta Aizawa, now retired Pro Hero, made his way to UA campus- his eyes still bleary from his restless night. The man barely slept, so it wasn't a huge surprise.

However, what was a surprise was how he had made his way out of his private teacher's dorm, all the way to the school on campus, to the teacher's lounge, and then to his classroom without anyone telling him about his little mishap.

He noticed some strange looks, and even Midnight and Yamada were giggling, but that wasn't all that out of the ordinary either.

So, he sipped his coffee obliviously when Midnight teased him like usual. "So, Shō... you really like cats, huh?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes and grunted. "Your point?" Yamada giggled loudly, damn near acting like a child kicking his feet with giddiness.

"Oh... nothing. Just, uh... aren't you feeling a bit chilly right now?" She hinted.

He scoffed. "I'm never cold." She grinned and held up her hands. "Okay, Aizawa. Just, uh... make sure you pay attention to your surroundings from now on, okay?"

He huffed and left the teacher's lounge and headed to his classroom where he began setting up.

Once his students, yourself included, were all in their seats, he stood up and walked to the front near the white board.

There was dead silence, followed by audible gasps, and then giggles.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly is so funny?"

Bakugo smirked. "Cat got your tongue, Sensei? Or should I say... boxers?"

Aside narrowed his eyes and blushed, wondering how the hell Bakugo would know about his "lucky" cat-print boxers.

More giggles. Meanwhile, you were both blushing and a bit excited. Seeing him like this when you loved him so much- though he didn't know it... It was adorable. You wondered if you should say anything or let this play out.

Shinsou chuckled. "It's a bit drafty... isn't it?"

Aizawa narrowed his eyes again.

Midoriya nervously spoke, "Uh... Sensei... your uhm... you're..." He was too embarrassed to speak.

"Alright, class- enough. Let's focus on the lesson."

You finally got up and whispered to him, "Shōta... you're not wearing any pants. You're only in a shirt and boxers..."

Aizawa stared blankly, then looked down, and his eyes widened in horror as he tried to cover himself and preserve what dignity he had left, but he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

Meanwhile, Shinsou, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were all snapping pictures or recording with their phones.

Aizawa grumbled in humiliation and hurried out the door to run back to his dorm to put on some pants, cussing along the way. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Everyone laughed harder as he ran out. You felt bad, but you couldn't help but giggle along.

Aizawa knew he was screwed and that he'd never hear the end of it.

Meanwhile, you were a bit happy for the eye full.