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Touya had student-taught for this class before.

At least, most of them, anyway. That kid with the dark purple hair in a large ringlet-curl mohawk (really, it was in such poor taste) had gotten expelled the year prior for sexual assault. It had been multiple incidents, honestly, he was surprised the kid lasted as long as he did.

It was easy to tell Touya had been in the classroom before since he has a nasty habit of kicking doors open. He'd grown up in a Minka, the doors he was used to were loud when you opened them in a hurry and he was always in a hurry. Normal doors could still be quiet even when opened fast. He didn't like that. If the door was left to him to open, he wanted noise. He needed the door to announce his presence for him.

It was funny, really, because the first time he'd kicked the door open to this very classroom, Aizawa-San looked just about ready to kick him out on the first day. The door handle ended up getting stuck in the wall plaster; since then the hole has grown ever so slowly with each passing day.

Suddenly Aizawa-San just- expected him to take over his class. Something about adopting a little girl from an extremely abusive home and needing to be there for her while his wife, Aizawa Nemuri, who was also a teacher at this same school, worked.

Touya was pretty sure it didn't usually work that way but he wasn't one to complain. He's shown up in stilettos before (the look on half of the kids' faces the first time was priceless) and regularly wears women's clothing (the kind that compliments his hips and waist, particularly). So he didn't fucking care if they decided one of them was better at taking care of small children than the other and adjusted accordingly despite what others would have to say. If he cared about gender roles, he would be a very different person.

The only immediate downside to flipping over gender roles at this current moment was he not only had to take over being the homeroom teacher, but he would also be taking over Chemistry, English, Art, and Physical Education. What fun.

Anyway, he was getting off-topic, the matter at hand was although he knew most of these students to some degree, there was one he didn't know at all. The new kid, the one who'd managed to slide into the singular open spot in the top class of the most esteemed academy (high school. It was a high school) in the entirety of Japan with an almost perfect score on the transfer exam. Yes, Touya had read the kid's transcript, but he hadn't expected this.

He imagined what this kind of child prodigy would look like but all that came to mind was his own younger brother, who was already in the class. So the next bright idea his brain went to was the stereotype of a nerd. Unruly hair that's just slightly too long, thick round glasses that made someone's eyes unrealistically bulbous, acne, braces… then he remembered that very few people actually look like that; nerd or otherwise.

Even so, he didn't expect anybody of actual interest.

The truth of the matter was he didn't remember each individual student well enough to place who was new and who wasn't, which probably said something about his qualifications as a teacher, but he didn't care.

One head of ash-blonde hair did look rather unfamiliar, but he couldn't be certain. He'd gotten to introducing himself when the same blonde kid kicked his legs up on the desk and scowled in his direction like he'd insulted his mother. Touya knew he didn't remember any kid having the personality of a rather prickly porcupine, so he focused more on that student just as the student seemed to be doing to him.

Spikey ash-blonde hair, stunning ruby-red eyes, and flawless light apricot skin. He had light eyelashes perfectly overshadowing his eyes and well-maintained darker eyebrows. Warm peachy lips jutted into a scowl. His gaze was, needless to say, intense. He reminded Touya of that female model his sister used to talk about. Maybe they were related.

They ended up having a discussion about his chosen nickname as a teacher, Dabi-Sensei, which was endearing. The kid was cute, needless to say, and by the looks of it; wicked smart.

Then came attendance as he called names both familiar and vaguely reminiscent, none stood out as straight-up new but then again he sucked at names. The kids thought he gave nicknames in a friendly sense but it was more so he simply worried he'd forget their stupid name.

Suddenly it was the new kid's name, as he found out. Bakugou Katsuki. Why did it sound familiar?

Turns out all of his surface personality matched perfectly. He didn't appreciate how he'd found himself so attracted to a student yet at the same time the kid was eighteen going on nineteen. Touya himself had just graduated college. The gap wasn't that wide- but he would get fired if this happened. It was hard to tell if it was mutual, the kid was all thorns and no roses.

He watched the rest of the first day as the kids he'd dubbed Red and Pinky smothered the new kid. He again found himself with his illegal yearning but this time not just for the new kid, but to keep him all to himself.

Though he had an idea who to call if it came down to it.

Getting ready for dinner at the family abode would be the same as always, though now he had something to ask Fuyumi about other than problem students and grading homework.

Just as he and Fuyumi finished cooking, he asked, "Yumi, what was the name of that female model you used to like so much?"

She turned her head, her glasses sliding down her nose as she gave him a questioning look, "Bakugou Mitsuki, why do you ask?"

"Well, I think I have her little brother in my class or something," Touya shrugged nonchalantly.

"Nii-san, she's almost forty, do you mean her son?" Fuyumi cocked an eyebrow at him as she pushed her glasses back up.

"Ah, maybe?" He shrugged again, "His name was Katsuki. Looks like a doll on the outside but has the personality of a fuckin' firecracker on the inside, I tell ya'."

His sister seemed to ponder this, "Her son always looks rather, err… stoic in his photoshoots, so-"

She paused at the intensity with which Touya leveled her, "He models, too?"

Fuyumi nodded, "Yeah. His name is going to be revealed after he graduates, do you, ah… want one of his most recent issues?"

"I'd appreciate that, yeah," Touya nodded. This new kid really was coming for his skin, after all. Same hobbies and interests, crude humor, fashion sense, famous parents, childhood in modeling. Either they were soulmates or some cruel other-worldly being thought it would be funny to make two people so similar.

Fuyumi came back, smacking a magazine that had his new student plastered on the front in tight-fitting workout clothes directly into his face, "That him?"

He nodded ever so slightly, otherwise at a loss for words. The kid was buff. Not like body-builder jacked, he still had a soft touch. Touya pictured himself falling asleep there but then remembered his sister was right there.

"Yeah, that's-" he smacked his lips when he spoke, when did his mouth get so dry? "That's him, alright."

"That's nice. Ask him to get me an autograph from his mom, will ya?" Natsuo, since when had Natsuo been there, asked from the kitchen doorway.

He did his best to glower back, "No. Legally, I am not allowed to do that, as his teacher."

Natsuo scowled at him, "You're no fun sometimes, Touya. Becoming a teacher put a stick up your ass."

Touya rolled his eyes, "Well, since you're becoming a doctor, Natsu, maybe you could help me remove it."

"I'm going into Medical Health and Welfare, Touya, I'm not becoming a doctor," his little brother sneered, though there was no malice behind it.

"What a shame, guess the stick up my ass stays there, then."

Touya continued to think about his new student. He just kept getting more fascinating, didn't he? He remembered the pout etched into his soft features, his pale coral lips. And those eyes. Suddenly he found himself not quite minding being expected to teach half of the classes.

Perhaps he would make that phone call, after all. She'd make a better Art Teacher than him, anyway.

He found himself kicking the door in with more energy than usual, come Tuesday. All the students shot their heads up but one. Katsuki. The blonde seemed more interested in his notebook and Touya found himself smiling slightly at the sight. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and he stressed his lower lip between his teeth.

Yet with the wide window to the left-hand side of his desk, his pale hair was illuminated in a soft golden halo. Like an angel, but not quite. No, if angels existed, there wouldn't have been a thing Katsuki could have done wrong that would make him fall. No, if he were an angel he'd still be in Heaven. The only other thing he could be to warrant such beauty and innocence would be a doll. Yes, that works. A doll of warm porcelain, as fragile but simultaneously strong as glass.

"Hiya, kiddos! Are ya ready to learn English?" Touya cheered, slapping down the folder with his lesson plans onto the lectern before he leaned forward on his elbows.

A few kids gave unenthusiastic cheers. Katsuki was still focused on his orange spiral notebook as if it were mere seconds away from granting him the secrets of the universe.

"I can't hear you!" He called, quite like that one kid's show his siblings used to watch.

They hollered this time, breaking Katsuki's concentration. Instead of being confused, however, he just glowered at Touya pointedly. Cute.

"Okay, today we'll be analyzing a poem by Takatsuki Sen titled Blood Red. Can anybody here tell me about the author?" He looked at his students, who looked at each other with soft whispers. The blonde who very quickly claimed his place for Favorite Student raised his hand, "Yes, Doll?"

Katsuki scrunched up in nose in distaste at the nickname but otherwise didn't comment on it, "Takatsuki Sen was born on August 12th in Heian Japan, he was a Samurai who was also well-loved for his poetry and paintings. However, most of his work was lost to a fire brought on by citizens after he'd broken Bushidō, or the Samurai's Code, and ran away with his lover, a Spaniard by the name of Mateo Lorenz-Flores."

Most of the class was staring at the blonde with wide eyes and Touya felt a swell of pride rising in his chest, "Very good, Doll. Now, everybody should have grabbed the poem on their way in after reading the board. Who would like to read first?"

The girl he'd dubbed 'Pinky' raised her hands to which he nodded,

"Till death do us part,

Be it mine or yours,

Connected at the heart,

By the Church's double doors."

He watched her cast a glance to the spiky kid he'd dubbed 'Red', her eyes dopey and lovesick. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Toga Himiko sneaking in, completely unnoticed by the other students. She took a seat in the back, a grin on her face as she set her duffle bag down and adjusted her light bangs.

"Thank you, Mina. What connection can be made from line four with the rest of the stanza?" Nobody raised their hand, "Katsuki, do you wanna answer this one? I bet you know it."

Katsuki rolled his eyes but spoke anyway, "'Till death do us part' is used in wedding vows. While it is common practice to be married at a church, it is also common practice for a funeral service to be held at a church. The 'double doors' represents one door that makes the connection and the other that breaks it."

A few kids made a point to cheer, but Touya only smiled. He was definitely making the kid his. He was definitely making this kid his.

He just had to clear the way, no trouble at all. Himiko caught his eye and he caught hers, she winked at him.

Yes, it was only a matter of time.