Mha One shots 2024!

Vlad King stood at the front of the classroom, his eyebrows knitted with a mix of determination and dread. He had volunteered to take on the task of substituting for Shota Aizawa while the pro hero dealt with some urgent hero work. It wasn't just Class 1-A he had to handle, but Class 1-B as well. The stakes had been raised with a friendly bet among the pro heroes back at U.A.: who could survive the chaos of Class 1-A and Class 1-B the longest?

"Alright, everyone! Welcome to your new class... for now!" Vlad announced, conjuring his best enthusiastic voice. It wasn't easy being the substitute for the notoriously unyielding Aizawa, but he was determined to make it work.

Vlad had prepared a breakfast fit for champions, serving both classes fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee—an attempt to set the tone for a cooperative week. The students, usually buzzing with rivalry, seemed to thaw a bit in the presence of a well-fed, welcoming environment. Students from Class 1-A and Class 1-B exchanged wary glances but mostly kept to their groups, watching a movie together in a projected format. The first day was surprisingly smooth, and Vlad felt a wave of relief wash over him. If only he knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

By the time Day 2 rolled around, the atmosphere had already begun to shift. Monoma and Bakugo, the respective 'kings' of Class 1-B and Class 1-A, had launched into their customary verbal sparring. It started off as a little teasing but quickly escalated into outright insults and rival challenges. Vlad tried to intervene on multiple occasions, but each attempt only seemed to fuel their rivalry.

"Bakugo, your explosions are as one-dimensional as your personality!" Monoma hissed, his voice dripping with smugness.

Bakugo shot back, his face a twisting mask of rage, "At least I'm not a second-rate copycat who can't even come up with his own ideas!"

Vlad, with his head in his hands, realized that he was quite literally in over his head. The bickering of two hyper-competitive teens had morphed into a gladiatorial contest, and any attempts Vlad made to stifle the chaos were met with mockery. The roasts from both sides perplexed him, but one insult cut the deepest.

"Looks like you're not just cracking under pressure, Vlad! Why don't you stick to teaching vampires instead?" Monoma jabbed, and Bakugo howled with laughter as the class erupted into chaos.

Feeling utterly defeated and more vulnerable than he had in years, Vlad left the classroom. He made his way to the Pro Hero lounge, seeking solace in a steaming cup of coffee. The weight of the world's expectations suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders. Was he really cut out for this role? Had he misjudged the capabilities and relationships of these two classes?

As he downed the bitter brew, he felt the simmering disappointment of the other pro heroes weighing down on him, along with the loss of the bet. No week-long escapade here—he had barely survived three days.

It was with a sigh that he walked back to his classroom, ready to face whatever new calamity the day had in store. Yet, as he reached for the door, he stopped short at the noise spilling out from within. Was that… laughter?

Curiosity piqued, Vlad opened the door slightly to find both Class 1-A and Class 1-B engaged in a frenzied game of rock-paper-scissors, each victor gloating while the others booed in exaggerated comedy. The insane energy in the room was infectious, and for the first time, he glimpsed a flicker of camaraderie between the students, who were all too happy to join forces against their shared enemy, the dreaded substitute teacher.

"Alright, that's it!" Vlad shouted, stepping into the room with a renewed spirit. "If you think you can pit yourselves against each other like that, how about… we make this interesting?"

He quickly devised a friendly competition between classes—a series of challenges to see which class could outperform the other while working together rather than against each other. To his surprise, both sides cheered and agreed.

Even Monoma and Bakugo paused in their competition, nodding slowly at the newfound game.

In that moment, Vlad realized that sometimes, losing a bet might lead to unexpected victories. As chaos reigned anew within the room, he felt a little less like a substitute and a whole lot more like a teacher. Maybe he wasn't cut out for leading these students with an iron fist like Aizawa, but he could help them find their unity among the rivalry.

Now, if he could just survive the rest of the week.