What could be better than a beach day? Sure, Aizawa could think of absolutely nothing worse than sand in between his toes, and the endless taste of salt when trying to eat fish and chips, but if it made his students happy, then of course he could comply.

It wasn’t difficult to get Nezu to to allow it either, just a quick meeting about how it would improve morale, about how with all the stress of villains and exams, the students needed a break.

And then the class had been on the road. It was not a long journey exactly, but Aizawa did not trust the twenty odd kids he had to not cause a massive scene if they had to walk.

The man managed to secure a sunbathing lounge under an umbrella, the shade keeping him a slight bit cool against his all black appearance. Of course with the strict dress code, all of the swimming costumes that the students wore were acceptable.

He found himself being forced to apply sunscreen to them, as well as being dragged along to buy a good deal of them ice cream after they had spent half an hour begging for one and his nap had been thoroughly disturbed.

Now he had finally secured a bit of peace, laying back and watching his students mingle and build sandcastles and surf and whatever else they were doing. It was none of Shouta’s business, as long as they behaved themselves.

The man let out a breath, relaxing and finally closing his eyes, hoping for even ten minutes of a snooze. Not that he’d probably be that lucky. He wasn’t stupid– someone would cause trouble of some sort.