Ellie's POV

I was nervous, it had been awhile since I'd been nervous like this. It was my first day, starting my new career as a teacher at UA High School. I had no idea what Nezu was thinking offering a teaching position to someone the rest of the world thought of as a villain, I had a bad reputation and I wasn't the most social person. Was he trying to sabotage his own school? Or did he just need more muscle to protect the students. If that were the case why didn't he just hire me as security or something?

"Ellie?" Toshinori's voice shook me from my mental ramblings as I paced in the kitchen frantically forgetting I was in the process of making breakfast and had completely burnt the omelet I'd been making. It was now black, charred and glued to the pan. Thick black smoke drifted around the kitchen.

I yelped and scrambled to grab the pan off the stove. Toshinori phased into his muscular form and got to the pan first before I could burn myself as I completely forgot to grab an oven mitt to grab the hot pan with. Because of my incompetence, Toshinori had to waste precious time in his muscular form when he already had so little time to use it a day.

"I'm sorry." I bowed my head

Strong arms encircled me. Toshinori shifted back to his gaunt skeletal frame. "What's wrong?" He kissed the top of my head.

"I shouldn't do this. What was the stupid fur ball thinking? I can't be a teacher? I shouldn't be influencing anyone... why did I accept? I shouldn't have accepted! I'll ruin everything! I'm telling him I'm not doing it!" I attempted to scramble to the phone but Toshinori wouldn't release me from his hold.

"Ellie," He lightly pat me on the head and streamed his fingers through my navy tinged raven hair in a soothing fashion trying to keep me calm, "it's going to be okay. You're going to be a great teacher. All of the students can learn so much from you. You have a talent unlike any other, you can see the strengths and weaknesses so easily in others, you'll be able to help all the students grow stronger and learn to keep themselves safe. Nezu understands that because of your past you learned quickly to discern who was trustworthy and not and how to keep yourself safe, it's something none of the other teachers will be able to teach because they don't have that kind of experience."

I relaxed a little, "Is it really okay?"

"More than okay." Toshinori smiled. "And we can go together-."

"Absolutely not, we'll go separately." I frowned.

Toshinori sighed but shook his head with a smile, "The teachers already know and so do some of the students, it's okay Elli-."

"Too many people know." I grumbled, "I'm not risking it. You may not care about your image, but I do."

Toshinori sighed once more but decided against trying to argue with me. "Alright." He lightly ruffled my hair, "Why don't you get going then, I'll clean up and prepare us lunch."

I opened my mouth to protest.

"Not instant noodles and protein bars." He chuckled.

I looped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck, "I love you."

His arms encircled me before I could pull away and he captured my lips in a soft sweet kiss, "I love you too and I have a confession..."

"What is it?" I asked warily as his grip didn't slacken.

"There's this new teacher starting today and I thought I should tell you I find her very attractive." He smiled.

"Sh-Shut up, i-idiot!" My face flushed scarlet and I wriggled out of his hold before turning and bolting away, disappearing in the wind once I got near the bedroom window.

I landed swiftly outside of the front gate of UA High School startling a small gaggle of students as I appeared amidst them in a flurry of wind. A few of them yelped and scrambled away in terror at my sudden appearance but a familiar voice sounded from behind me.

"Ellie? What are you doing here, is everything alright with All-."

I spun and clapped my hand over Midoriya's mouth before he could finish his sentence causing some of his classmates to stare at us with curiosity. "Midoriya, I might like you but if you say things that put him at risk I will hurt you. Clear?"

He let out a cute squeak of terror and hurriedly nodded his head. "Is everything okay?" There was worry in his dark green eyes and he couldn't help but ask the moment I removed my hand.

"Yes. Everything is fine. I'm here for my first day as a teacher." I shuddered at the thought of dealing with all the obnoxious pros that despised me as I spotted a few teachers near the front steps leading into the building watching me warily.

"You're a teacher here?!" Midoriya gaped.

"Why the hell do you sound so surprised by that, brat?!"

"EEP!" Midoriya frantically waved his hands in front of him as he fumbled around thinking he'd upset me, "No, I didn't mean it like that! I think you'll be a great teacher!! You were a big help to me-....so I'm sure you can help a lot of other..." He cut off as I looked away from him sensing the approach of one of the pros, the sharpshooter, Snipe who was responsible for the layer of bandages around my right hand and wrist.

"Thanks, Midoriya, why don't you run along, I don't want you getting caught in any crossfire if he pisses me off." I glowered as the cowboy drew nearer.

Midoriya looked between the two of us nervously, worried that things would escalate and one of us would hurt the other. He stepped forward and threw his arms around me before I could provoke the cowboy causing me to panic momentarily.

"Ah! What are you doing?! Let go, idiot!" I snapped.

"Thanks, Ellie!" Midoriya released me from his hold and offered me a big cheesy grin. He was almost as blinding as Toshinori.

"Idiot. Get your ass to class!" I growled as my cheeks reddened.

Snipe paused and watched our interaction for a moment. Midoriya reluctantly ran to the building as the bell was about to ring. I looked over to the western cowboy looking man with the tan gas mask over his face.

"What do you want?" I asked hostilely.

He extended his right hand to me.

I eyed it suspiciously before reluctantly placing my bandaged hand in his. "What is this? What game are you playing?" I asked warily.

"All Might, Eraser Head and Present Mic all vouched for you..." He began.

Present Mic too? Why?

"Welcome." He shook my hand lightly careful not to grip it too tightly and irritate my healing wound. "I am sorry for acting in haste before."

"I'm not sorry for retaliating." I huffed.

"Fair enough." There was a smile in his voice, I felt like he was laughing at me somehow and it made me feel somewhat flustered and irritated all at once. "Did you need any help navigating around campus, Ellie?"

"I'll figure it out." I grumbled and retreated toward the building.

"They were right." He chuckled behind me.

"Who was right?! About what?!" I turned on him with a glare only to tense as he appeared before me.

"Those who vouched for you. They said you were cute when you were flustered, it's true." He chuckled.

"It's not going to be cute when I send you flying across the globe, cowboy." I hissed as my cheeks reddened once more. Those three idiots were all in for a world of hurt. Turning on my heel once more, I stormed toward the building in search of Aizawa's classroom.

The bell rang as I reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the building. The halls were empty teachers and students were all in their respective classrooms. After a few twists and turns I spotted a sign above a door that said 1A, that was his class. I flung the door open in a strong gust of wind causing a few of the students to yelp.

Aizawa was standing at the front of the room wrapped head to toe in bandages looking like a mummy. His eyes widened as he spotted me in the doorway, "Ellie-?"

"What the hell?!" I glowered at him, "Shouldn't you be in the hospital, senpai?"

"I'm fine." Shota sighed.

"How fine?" I asked him as I clenched my fists at my sides.

"What is it, Ellie?"

"How fine are you, senpai? Can you handle a tornado in your current condition?" I hissed.

"All Might is the only one who could handle a full-blown tornado." He sighed, "What is this abo-?" He cut off as I disappeared from his line of sight.

I darted forward and connected my fist with his jaw, "Don't tell people I'm cute!"

All the students stared wide eyed as I punched their very bandaged teacher and sent him stumbling back a few paces. I turned and walked away in a huff.

"You were holding back." Aizawa chuckled causing me to pause.

"I might feel slightly bad if I sent a mummy to the hospital." I shot back before disappearing out the door.

It took me awhile to find Nezu's office. Since I'd met him, I always found him a little strange and never knew what he was thinking in his tiny brain under his furry noggin. He was one of the few people who didn't even react to the knowledge of my past he didn't seem the slightest bit concerned by my criminal record or the rising body count that came with it.

"Good morning, Ellie!" Nezu greeted me with a smile as he hopped atop his desk nearly giving me a heart attack as I stepped into his office.

"What's so good about it?" I huffed as I folded my arms across my chest.

"It's your first day as a teacher." He beamed.

"You sure that's a good thing?" I challenged him.

"Only one way to find out."

"I'm thinking you have brain damage, furball." I sighed as I flopped into one of the chairs positioned in front of his desk.

"I think everything will work out great. You'll be able to help keep all the students safe from any further incidents." He noted in a serious tone.

"It wouldn't be a problem if guns a blazing hadn't shot me, I would have been able to apprehend the ring leaders and put a stop to it all." I glowered.

Nezu nodded, "I'm aware, and that's why I wanted you on staff. You have a lot of valuable knowledge that could help the students prepare for the real world and real combat. You won't sugar coat things. They need that."

"What will the parents of all these students think when they find out the headmaster has employed a known villain to teach their children?" I mused.

"The rest of the world may not know it, but I know the only blood on your hands is the blood of hardened criminals, you took down one of the biggest drug lords in the world singlehandedly."

"All Might was the one who captured him." I corrected him.

"Yes, and once you became a vigilante you finished off everyone crooked under his employ..." Nezu noted.

I sighed. "So, what's the plan?"

"I think you'd do good with our general studies program, the majority of the students all wanted to be apart of the hero program but were edged out by the current hero classes during the exams. Some of them may be able to transfer to the hero class based on their performance in the upcoming sports festival and your recommendation. This will be a supplemental course for the general studies students who wish to enter the hero class, I also think it might be a good idea to allow you to teach a tactics and defense class for the hero course if schedules allow."

I shrugged. "I don't really care either way as long as you don't expect me to teach ethics or any boring general education classes."

Nezu chuckled, "If you don't hurry you'll be late for your first class. They're scheduled to meet you on the practice field in five minutes."

"What?! Where the hell is that?! And what exactly am I teaching them?"

He handed me a map and pointed to an obscure location outside, "That's for you to decide, good luck, Ellie!"

"Stupid furball!" I grumbled before leaping out of the open window and using my quirk to carry me. After a minute of circling the grounds I spotted a cluster of students gathered near what looked like a practice track and field area and dropped from the sky landing before them with a sigh.

The gathering of first year general studies students jumped at my sudden arrival and began whispering amongst themselves as most of them didn't recognize me as a pro hero like most of their other instructors.

"Aren't you Tornado?" A large boy with rust colored hair and dark eyes who looked like he lived in a gym asked me with a scoff.

"I do despise being called that but yes I suppose I am. You all can call me Ellie. Anyone who calls me Tornado from here on out better pray they know how to swim." I smiled sweetly.

"Aren't you a villain?" A girl with pale purple hair asked warily.

"I guess it really depends on who you ask and what kind of mood I'm in." I sighed. "So, what were you told about this class?"

Everyone exchanged looks but made no move to respond. Knowing that deranged furball he probably gave them zero expectations.

"Well this is just fucking great." I hissed under my breath before thinking for a moment about what I could teach them. An idea struck me and I smiled faintly, "Anyone here not have a quirk?"

"Everyone has a quirk. Why does it matter?" The same girl as before asked.

"It would have given that person an advantage but I guess it doesn't matter." I noticed the large boy who'd called me Tornado whispering to his friends and they all guffawed.

The big kid with the rust colored hair smirked, "Hey, Tornado-?" The rest of his question got cut off as he let out a girlish scream as he was swept up in a giant gust of wind and dumped over a nearby pond.

"Anyone else want to try my fucking patience?" I snapped as the boy splashed about in a panic trying to get out of the pond. He eventually made it to shore and sloshed toward the group red faced and soaking wet with some algae and pond scum clinging to the side of his face where he'd smacked into the water.

He opened his mouth looking ready to go off on some tirade but cut off as I shot him a single dark look.

"Unless the next words out of your mouth are, sorry I'm a giant moron, I suggest keeping your fucking mouth shut unless you like playing this little game of go fish in the pond." I hissed.

The boy shut his mouth and the rest of the students stared at me in awe.

"Good. By show of hands, how many of you have seen actual combat?" I asked calmly.

A few people raised their hands.

"Not including on TV or in cinema." I clarified.

Everyone who'd raised their hands lowered them.

"I learned a very hard lesson many years ago. In the real world, there are sometimes instances where you can't rely solely on your quirk in combat. Who here is confident they could win a fight without the use of their quirk?"

"Against who?" Pond Scum asked curiously, "You?" He scoffed looking like he wanted to take a swing at me. Because of my petite size and his large stature, he foolishly thought he'd stand a chance.

"If you'd like to give it a try, Pond Scum, be my guest." I smirked.

He lumbered toward me with a roar of rage. A few of the students panicked as their fellow classmate tried to attack a teacher, the majority watched with interest. His massive fist swung toward me. Sighing I raised my own fist to meet his, I didn't apply any force or momentum behind it merely blocked his fist with mine and held it in place to see who would give first or be pushed back. I firmly stood my ground not budging in the slightest. Pond Scum let out a cry of pain as his wrist gave with a snap and he crumpled to the ground.

"First valuable life lesson, Pond Scum, I've been fighting people more than double my size for a very long time, if you think some untrained punk with authority issues is going to do a damn thing against me you're too dumb to be helped and might as well drop out now." I offered him a hand up and watched as he thought about slapping it away but reluctantly gave in and accepted it.

"Sorry, Sensei." He bowed his head.

"Ugh, don't call me sensei that sounds weird, just call me Ellie." I sighed, "Go see Recovery Girl make sure that's not broken and if you're willing to listen to me, you can come back to class."

He nodded and scrambled back toward the main building to the nurse's office as the rest of the class stared at me with wide eyes.

"Right. Back to the point, I'm only going to focus on three alternatives of winning a fight or getting to safety without the use of your quirk. Consider this your back up plan. The first option is using a weapon. The second option, is your body, relying on your own strength. The third option, is your mind, using strategy. I want you all to think about which back up you'd like to focus on."

I moved over to a table of equipment and found some field chalk and began drawing three large circles in the grass. Once I was finished I turned back to face the students.

"If your back up plan is going to be your body, go to the first circle. If your back up plan is going to be a weapon, go to the second circle. If your back up plan is to use strategy I hope you're smart enough to figure out what circle you need to go to."

The students went to their respective circles, there were only a handful of students who chose the third circle. I turned and assessed everyone quickly trying to think up a training regimen for each student based on their size, weight and their physical and mental capabilities.

After coming up with a base workout for each of the students who'd picked the first circle I gave each of them a careful set of instructions and told them if they deviated from it in the slightest I'd know and they'd be in trouble. I sent them on their way to do as I had instructed before asking each of the students in the second circle what weapon they'd like to train with. I made suggestions when I thought they'd benefit from a different weapon before sending them off on their own carefully thought out training plans. Once the rest of the class set to work on their training I looked to the four students in the third circle.

"Hey, Ellie?" A relatively tall boy with wild indigo hair and dark purple eyes with dark bags underneath tried to get my attention from the third circle.

"What is it?" The moment I responded I felt a strange sensation overcome me, it must be his quirk, it appeared to activate when I responded to him.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" He asked curiously. "Answer honestly." All the other students stopped what they were doing to tune in.

He had some kind of brainwashing quirk. A strong single gust of wind whipped past me slicing through the bandages on my wrist striking my healing wound causing a steady stream of blood to spill forth breaking me from his mental hold. I disappeared in a flash and appeared before him causing him and the other three students in the last remaining circle to jump.

"Not bad, kid." I smiled up at him and watched as his eyes widened as he realized I'd broken his mental hold on me. "Because that was pretty damn impressive and because I want you to know who you're dealing with, I'll answer your question. Yes, I've killed people, quite a few of them, now let's test your knowledge. Do you think it wise to use that quirk on me again in the future?"

"Not even slightly." He smirked.

"Smart." I resisted the urge to smile. "What's your name?"

"Hitoshi Shinso." He responded reluctantly thinking he was going to be in trouble.

"Nice work, Shinso."