Izuku was busy lecturing his class of hero hopefuls as usual, his eyes glimmering with a hint of the spark they usually hold while he does so, considering his literal job was to ramble about heroes and share his passion with like minded, talented young people and watch the next generation of heroes grow and learn, it was fascinating for him.

He was scribbling some notes down on the board, muttering to himself and ignoring the obvious elephant in the room. What was that, you may ask? None other than Katsuki Bakugou, Alias, pro hero; Dynamite, ranked 15 in the charts and currently sat in the back of his class staring at his nails with his feet up on the desk, leaned back and swinging in his chair. Some of the students were constantly yabbering on about it or having their attention drawn back to him, after all, how often did this happen? Well. They were at first.

You see, since he'd become a teacher, any time Katsuki had a break this was routine for the blond, and while it was probably confusing as hell for the students, Izuku really didn't mind. It wasn't exactly distracting him, in fact, Katsuki's presence was a comforting one in his classroom that he was always happy to have around.

He pushed his glasses further up onto his face, waving his hand around absently as he explained something, before the bell rang to signal the end of period. Izuku jumped a little, surprised. 'Had it been that long already?' He thought to himself, before shrugging and casting a smile toward the packing students, waving them off as they scurried out the door, leaving him and Katsuki alone in the classroom.

Izuku walked over to his desk, shutting off the projector and muttering under his breath, folding things neatly and tidying his desk quickly, humming a little tune to himself.