"Ha! You lookin' to beat me? You're definitely not on my level yet." Mic crossed his arms in a confident pose, staring down his custom prescription shades at the student before him.
First years always thought he was an easy mark. And if you take down a teacher, you got a little credit under you. He didn't know what the kid's quirk was, but he knew he was a seasoned fighter and the other was not.
But once on the practice grounds he whimpered, terrified. Had he known the student had a bug-related quirk, he would have suggested another teacher spar with him. The teenager had changed his arm into a buzzing horror. Still, he could try to end things quickly, so he sucked in a huge lungful of air and aimed it at his opponent.
"Yeaaaaaaaa....<i>eeeeeek</i>!
He could feel the kid's contempt as he fled, rushing around in a panicked circle and screeching. Later on he heard his fellow teachers talking outside Recovery Girl's room and he felt even worse.
"Should he go into therapy or something for it? I mean, it makes us all look bad."
"We've all got things we're afraid of."
"Yeah, but his seems so common for a hero."
Ugh. He ducked down into his neck speaker, face flaming. Once again he was a laughingstock; the one nobody took seriously. And all because he hated bugs.
But once on the practice grounds he whimpered, terrified. Had he known the student had a bug-related quirk, he would have suggested another teacher spar with him. The teenager had changed his arm into a buzzing horror. Still, he could try to end things quickly, so he sucked in a huge lungful of air and aimed it at his opponent.
"Yeaaaaaaaa....<i>eeeeeek</i>!
He could feel the kid's contempt as he fled, rushing around in a panicked circle and screeching. Later on he heard his fellow teachers talking outside Recovery Girl's room and he felt even worse.
"Should he go into therapy or something for it? I mean, it makes us all look bad."
"We've all got things we're afraid of."
"Yeah, but his seems so common for a hero."
Ugh. He ducked down into his neck speaker, face flaming. Once again he was a laughingstock; the one nobody took seriously. And all because he hated bugs.
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