Touch of Chaos

Chapter 50

Izuku was late for class. His alarm had failed to rouse him for the first time in years, only stirring when Katsuki beat his door down. Aizawa had sent Katsuki to find him when he missed roll call. They were in the gyms again; Izuku rushed to dress, throwing on his gym uniform and messily shoving his uniform in his bag. The pair made their way through the dorms, Katsuki lecturing him the whole way to the gym.

When they arrived, Aizawa stood in front of his class with a glare plastered across his face. "Decided to join us then, Midoriya?"

"Slept in. Sorry."

"Don't do it again."

Izuku nodded with nothing further to add.

"Sparring." The class groaned, "Yeah, yeah. Everyone find a partner; you will switch after every round. Midoriya, you are with me."

"Uhm, Aizawa sensei?"

"Is there a problem, Uraraka?"

"Isn't that a little unfair? Making him spar with you because he slept in?"

Aizawa chuckled, "I'm not sparing with him because he was late. I'm sparring with him so that he doesn't kill one of you. We are not having a repeat of last time. You can spar as a class when you are strong enough; I'm not having one student hold back and jeopardize their education for the betterment of their peers."

And with that, Aizawa moved to the larger mat in the center of the room. "Two hours, starting now. Find a partner, no quirks, no cheating, and switch every 20 minutes. Go."

Izuku stretched his tired arms, the gym uniform was uncomfortable at the best of times, and wearing a skin-tight turtleneck under it was no help. With a sigh, he made his way to the center of the room, joining his teacher.

"No quirks, huh?"

"No-" His teacher was cut off with a punch to the gut; he bent over at the waist, Izuku used the momentum to throw him off the mat.

Aizawa stood with a groan. "That was good."

"You look tired old man." Izuku flexed his fingers as his teacher got back on the mat, giving him time to prepare for the onslaught of attacks.

Izuku dodged a knee sweep from his teacher; jumping into the air, he gripped the back of Aizawa's head and brought it crashing into his knee with a sickening crack. "What've you been doing all night? Sneaking out of your dorm isn't allowed, sensei."

Aizawa glared at him; reaching out with lightning speed, he grabbed Izuku by the arm and, in the same move, used his leg to knock him down before throwing him from the mat.

"I'm a Hero Izuku; I have to work." He waited for his student to stand and take his position on the other end of the mat before riling him up some more. "How about you? Sleeping in is so unstudious of you. Been sneaking out, Izuku?" He leaped at Izuku with a flurry of attacks, all dodged and returned with hast.

"Yeah, been sneaking out" Izuku leaped up and sent a painfully powerful kick to the side of Aizawa's head with a loud cry of- "SNEAKIN OUT TO FUCK YOUR MUM!"

Aizawa tumbled out of bounds.

Two hours passed quickly, and Izuku found himself sitting beside Aizawa in Recovery Girl's office, giggling as the small woman grilled his teacher. Katsuki sat by the door; he was uninjured apart from a light bruise Kirishima had left on his cheek yet refused to leave until Izuku had seen the healer.

Aizawa and Izuku were by far the worst off in their class. They beat each other to a pulp, ignoring broken bones and gushing blood, barely stopping when the two hours were up. The students stared at them in shock as they laughed their injuries off and headed to Recovery Girl's office; Katsuki had followed behind them, grumbling obscenities as they went.