Watch the April Fool's version of "The Day" opening up there!

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"Huh, guys? What are you doing with this-"

"Mina! Thank God. Save me from these idiots..."

"But what is Sero doing with-"

"Pshh! Don't ask!"

//manly breakline//

The first of April seemed to be procrastinating it's end and, honestly, Aizawa was just so tired he could die. Shuffling, he went to the one place that could be a haven for his exhausted existence. The teachers' lounge was pretty much empty at the early hour of 1 p.m., the faculty getting lunch or simply relaxing outside. That is of course besides Hizashi who, sipping loudly and slowly on his coffee with specks of milk, was throwing in his direction suspiciously anticipative glances only so often. So, obviously ignoring the blonde in the room, Shōta spread out his makeshift bed to take his necessary fifteen-minute nap. He couldn't see it until after he woke up, but when he did... A loud blonde, seemingly with a death wish, was taking photos of him, chuckling to himself. Aizawa looked, still tired, at his yellow sleeping bag. Someone decided to use black markers and their dubious artistic talent to adorn it with a smiling cat face right where the head would be when you zip the bag. It didn't take long to figure out who was the culprit. One killing glare shot towards Yamada proved his assumption to be right. The way his eyes widened was all Aizawa needed. He approached Present Mic, taking his time, one step at a time to be more intimidating, his binding weapon caught in a firm grip.

No getting out of this, 'zashi.

Later, if the Screaming Hero went missing for a few hours and indecipherable noises were heard from the flagpole on the roof, raven-haired cat-enthusiast knew nothing about it.

The way Hitoshi Shinsou looked at Aizawa-sensei for the rest of the day though, was definitely telling there might be more to the story.

//'we stan Kaminari in this house' breakline//

Bakugou was balancing a pen on his lips, leaning back in his chair and legs pulled onto his desk. He let out a sigh.

The break between classes seemed to be a blessing and a curse at the same time.

His self-proclaimed squad's hobbledehoys were being very themselves, doing some idiotic fucking shit. Fucking imbeciles.

Literal scourge.

Not like it was something new, honestly. He shouldn't be surprised by their shenanigans anymore, yet here we are. Damn, I'm growing soft. Shitty nerd. His fault, somehow. Always is.
But what exactly were they doing, you might ask? Well.
Bakugou expected many things walking back to their classroom after another All Might's training session, like a bunch of sweaty boys in stinky tracksuits, unsurprisingly too lazy to take a shower; or girls teasing each other about crushes; but holy shit, did he not expect Sero taping Kaminari to the ceiling. Much less Mina cheering them on and Jiro... okay, Earlobes looked just exasperated and done with their shit. She's been a honorary Bakusquad member as of late and it seemed she was the normal one.

"Oi! Dunce Face, Soy Sauce! What the fuck are you doing you dipshits?!"

"Don't even look at me, I'm just in for a ride!" Mina raised her hands in a placating manner.

"No one asked you Raccoon Eyes. Well? Care to explain?"

Kaminari was sprawled like a spider on the ceiling, a huddle of desks and chairs under him. One leg was still dangling in the air. Sero cut another piece of tape from his elbow and passed it on to the electric user suspended over him. The blonde turned towards Katsuki with jovial smile stretched across his face.

"What to you think? I'm gonna pass whatever it might be with flying colors!"

"Go and die. Where's Shitty Hair?"

"Dunno. Said he'd be back in five minutes."

"When exactly was that?"

"Five minutes ago" Jiro said without looking away from her phone. She had headphones on and was probably listening to some Set It Off songs, knowing her taste.

"And you managed to pull this off?"

Sero and Mina watched from below as Kaminari was somehow putting the last piece of tape with his arm to the ceiling. Each piece had about two meters so when folded he was suspended about a meter from the top, still able to move limbs as if he was swimming in void. He grinned at the explosive quirk user.

"You know. I am pretty amazing."

"Who told you that?" Mina climbed up the hill of desks and put Pikachu ears on Denki's head, she also painted two circles on his cheeks with a red marker. They perfectly covered his blush at Jiro's muffled giggle.

"Besides, Aizawa-sensei is currently in his Metapod form, probably evolving into a Caterpie as we speak, and my inner Pikachu spoke to me, said 'fly!'"

"Pikachu don't fly, Denki." Jiro took off her headphones and looked up at the idiot that somehow winded up being her best friend. She still wondered what went wrong.

"But Denkis do" saying that he started to move his limbs, imitating flying.

As the bell rang, the rest of the Class 1-A started to flood the classroom, only a few giving the 'Bakusquad thing' a second thought. That happened so often it was a daily basis.  Maybe a little more... extravagant, this time. Kirishima just looked up for good twenty seconds before yelling "MANLY!" and high-fiving Hanta.

Bakugou casually shot his hand into the air, nitroglycerin on his palm firing up and turning into a small combustion that just managed to make a dent in the ceiling. Right where Sero's tape had been attached.

A loud, high pitched yell later, a huddle of bright hair, electricity and 'pika-pika Pokémon' incarnate fell from the height of approximately two meters (a little over 6 feet).

The pen still stayed vertical on Katsuki's mouth until he grasped it in his hand and threw at the wall just as Class 1-A's homeroom teacher walked in. The writing tool embedded itself in the white surface and was quivering, creating a blur millimeters away from one, tired-of-life, not-exactly-hobo's face.

"No. Denkis definitely do not fly, either" Jirou snickered, fiddling with her earlobes.

"And people trying to kill me with school utensils are going to help them clean up this mess". Saying that, Aizawa eyed one Bakugou Katsuki who reluctantly threw his legs off the desk, his chair making an aggravating, screeching noise as it fell back onto four legs.

"Seriously, I'm done with you problem children. Thank God it's not problem child number one this time. Recovery Girl's busy."

"I don't break my bones anymore!"

"You did though."

"You're against me too, Kaminari?"

The chatter continued as Aizawa started to scribble on the blackboard.
If one Kaminari Denki's eyes widened in fear of being alone in one room with King Explodo Murder... well:
Pikachu do get in trouble even without Team R around.

//soba only cold breakline//

After good five minutes into the lesson, Aizawa noticed something was off. Checking his class again, he saw what it was. Or maybe rather, what wasn't there. He turned towards the source he could get some answers, Midoriya.

"Where's Todoroki, problem child?"

The called high-schooler jerked up, his pen drawing a line across his notes.

"Wh-why would I know! I don't, I swear!"

Shōta squinted at him, black bangs falling loose over his eyes. Midoriya was rigid, frozen in place.
At this very moment the sound of breaking glass ringed through the room and frost covered a part of the wall at the window. The window that's glass was now laying on the floor. The one to which a big, shining slide made of ice was connecting. And on it, gliding towards the opening, was a head of red and white hair split in two. Before anyone could comprehend what just happened, the missing student backflipped over their heads, landing right next to his desk.

"Todoroki, you're late." Aizawa said in a completely unaffected voice and a plain face.
He didn't look surprised, although he did not expect it from this student of his. Definitely not this one. Too much time spent with Problem Child One, maybe?

"There were traffics." Todoroki also didn't show any emotion, just dusted his pants and sat on the desk, almost giving the already completely broken Iida an aneurysm.

"In the hallway?" Aizawa raised his eyebrows way too many times, his head was slowly starting to hurt.

"Im the hallway." The teenager repeated in his monotonne tone, but... was it a tint of amusement he heard?

"That's why you're destroying school property?" He pointed towards the glistening shards. Shōto cocked his head.

"I'll pay for it. You've got a card terminal I can use? I sto- borrowed this fricking credit card for a reason." He showed the plastic rectangle placed firm between his two fingers. It was black with gold lining.

"WHAT THE FUCK HALF'N'HALF?!"

"Endeavor's?" At Aizawa's raised eyebrows even higher, if possible, ignoring Bakugou's yell and class's stupefaction. The dual quirk user just gave his teacher a soft, lopsided smile.

Taking a terminal from his pocket, how did it even fit in?!, the homeroom teacher put it on his desk.

"Sure, pay up."

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As my pseudonym is April Blaze, it's pretty obvious I'm gonna do the April Fool's special, isn't it?

It's also my actual surname, just translated to English, so it's not a stretch. That's my month ya'll.

Tell me what you think!