More or less… none of the students were seriously injured—only Midoriya, who had suffered several broken fingers and damage to his legs.
The teachers worked hard to cover up everything that had happened the day before. Not the part about the villains… but the part about Aizawa Shouta coming back to life.
And as for that incident...
Aizawa Tsukasa has been taken into custody for his actions.
***
Ever since that day… the school had been temporarily closed. But the memories lingered in the minds of every student—of the villain's attack, and more hauntingly… of how terrifying Aizawa Tsukasa truly was.
Now, Class 1-A had returned to their classroom, ready to resume their studies.
"Alright, everyone! Homeroom's about to start! Take your seats!" Iida shouted energetically, trying to lift the morning atmosphere.
"You damn moron! You're the one still standing!" Bakugo snapped in his usual tone.
A few students chuckled, slowly beginning to loosen the tension that had bound them since the incident.
The classroom door opened, and Present Mic walked in with a tired, weary expression. He made his way to the front, facing the entire class.
"Listen up! I'm only here to pass on a few things. Your homeroom teacher still isn't available—he's dealing with matters related to his son," he said, voice low.
Midoriya raised his hand high, drawing nearly everyone's attention.
"Sensei… will Aizawa-kun ever come back to this class?" he asked.
His words fell like a block of ice—freezing the air. A heavy silence followed, and a few students looked away, unable to meet anyone's eyes.
"Even if he didn't commit any serious crimes… bringing someone back from the dead is taboo. It's dangerous—you all know that.
Still… thanks to him, Eraser Head can continue teaching you here. As for whether Tsukasa will return? Honestly… I don't know."
The class fell into thought. Midoriya lowered his gaze, a tight feeling settling in his chest. The room filled with a hollow silence.
BANG!
Present Mic slammed his hand on the desk, making everyone jolt in their seats and look up at him.
"Alright! Forget all that for now!"
The class stared, stunned, as Present Mic grinned widely—like a teacher trying to pull off a surprise twist.
"Because guess what… the U.A. Sports Festival is coming up soon!"
Eyes widened across the room.
"OH RIGHT, THIS IS A SCHOOL!!!"
Knock, knock!
A soft knock echoed through the room—and there they were. Standing side by side in the doorway were Aizawa Shouta and Aizawa Tsukasa, both staring ahead toward Present Mic.
"…Dad, I think we might've walked in at the wrong time," Tsukasa muttered.
A low chuckle came from Aizawa-sensei as he glanced at Present Mic with a sly smile.
"You seem a little too enthusiastic about teaching my class," he said calmly.
Meanwhile, the entire class fell silent, eyes fixed on the boy now wearing his school uniform again—his usual mischievous, innocent expression back on his face. Aizawa Tsukasa.
"AIZAWA-KUNNNNN!!!"
Several students rushed forward, swarming Tsukasa with a mix of relief and curiosity.
"You've been released, bro?!" Kirishima asked, pumped with excitement.
"I-I'm so glad… y-you weren't punished…" Midoriya stammered through tears and a runny nose.
"Stop crying, you damn nerd!!!" Bakugo yelled from across the room.
Tsukasa scratched the back of his head awkwardly, clearly flustered by the attention.
"I'm totally fine, guys. I guess… I kind of freaked the teachers out a little back then, huh…? Hehehe," he said with a sheepish grin.
Then, stepping forward with his short frame and grape-like hair, Mineta spoke up loudly.
"We were freaked out too! Your smile back then was seriously insane!"
Aizawa-sensei raised a hand—just a simple gesture, but it instantly silenced the entire class.
"Let me clear something up," he began. "What Tsukasa said before about 'bringing me back'... that's not accurate. What he actually did was heal me—when I was on the brink of death. That's all."
The students turned their attention to Aizawa-sensei, finally noticing his condition. His face was still wrapped in bandages, only a narrow slit revealing his eyes—he looked like a mummy.
"Whoa… Sensei, are you okay?" Uraraka asked awkwardly.
Aizawa stared at her blankly for a beat. "What do you think?"
Laughter broke out across the room, filling it with warmth. With that, Present Mic excused himself and left, officially handing the class back over to Aizawa-sensei.