Mha One shots 2024!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over U.A. High School, Shota Aizawa, known to his students as Eraser Head, returned from a long day of hero work. His exhaustion was palpable, and all he wanted was to rest. However, there was one matter still weighing on him: the recent bet he'd placed with Principal Nezu regarding his students and the professional heroes.

Entering Nezu's office, Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "So, who won the bets?"

The little principal, with his sharp ears and keen eyes, chuckled softly. "Oh, Aizawa, you'll be surprised to hear that no one won the bet."

The hero raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "What? Not even All Might or Endeavor?"

Nezu nodded, his expression filled with a mix of amusement and concern. "No. It appears that when those top heroes faced your class, they were utterly overwhelmed. They thought they could handle a few teenagers. One would think they'd know better."

Aizawa couldn't help but grin at the image of All Might and the others struggling to maintain control. The thought of two moms—Inko and Mitsuki—coming to the rescue while the pro heroes floundered tickled his amusement. Who would have guessed that the inexperienced and chaotic Class 1-A could throw seasoned heroes into disarray?

He turned away and made his way to his classroom, anticipation bubbling within him. As he entered, the familiar scene greeted his eyes—students chatting animatedly, some engaged in mock battles, and others plainly ignoring the chaos around them. A grin crept onto Aizawa's face, and he let out a small sigh of pride.

"Congrats, Class 1-A," he said, his voice cutting through the noise effortlessly. "You managed to put the pro heroes through hell. Truly impressive."

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Aizawa, surprise evident on their faces. "Wait, Sensei!" yelled Izuku Midoriya, his green hair sparking with enthusiasm. "You mean they actually lost to us?"

"Lost is an understatement," Aizawa replied, a hint of amusement lighting up his usually stoic demeanor. "Their combined efforts couldn't handle your collective chaos. Who knew two moms could reign victorious over all might?"

The class erupted into laughter, the sound vibrating against the walls of the classroom.

"Does this mean we get an A?" shouted Kaminari, electric sparks flickering from his fingertips as he bounced in his seat.

"Yeah! We gave them a run for their money!" yelled Bakugo, his fierce grin wide, almost proud of the destruction they had caused.

Aizawa's smirk widened. "Not only are you all getting A's for the rest of the semester, but it also means you've earned the right to continue being your chaotic selves. Which is what I expected of you when I asked Nezu for that little 'experiment'."

Uraraka, ever optimistic, chimed in, "Thank you for trusting us, Sensei! We won't let you down!"

"Oh, I have no doubt." Aizawa leaned against his desk, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. "But just remember, next time you're tempted to unleash chaos, it might end up costing you."

He paused, eyes narrowing playfully as he added, "Unless it's against pro heroes, then by all means, feel free to have fun."

The class erupted into another round of cheers. In that moment of laughter and camaraderie, Aizawa felt a profound sense of satisfaction wash over him. Perhaps those chaotic days with his boisterous students were worth every minute of his tiring hero work. After all, nothing made a teacher prouder than watching their students shine—especially when it came at the expense of top pro heroes.