A long day.
As soon as Sirius landed in the infirmary, Chiyo noticed him. He was confident that if he didn't have a potential patient in his hands - Toga undoubtedly was a patient - he would get a cane in the ribs. Apparating at Healers Domain was either a life-and-death situation or an act of utter rudeness and disrespect. And Sirius was a gentleman.
. . .
Okay, maybe not a gentleman, but he was smart enough not to annoy Chiyo.
As soon as Recovery Girl noticed that the girl was unconscious in his arms, she switched to healer mode.
"Put her on the bed and start explaining."
Sirius nodded and followed her instructions.
"This is Himiko Toga. She suffers from suppression of her Quirk. The Quirk requires blood, and it is obvious that the girl was not so happy about this discovery. So after so many years of suppressing the urge to drink blood, she began to go crazy. I used a bit of Alchemy to clear her mind and check her condition, but she still needs to be saved. According to my calculations, she will be in a coma for about ten days, all these ten days she needs to be fed at least a liter of blood every seven hours. Then a lot of therapy or erase her memory of the things she did."
Of course, he changed the story a little, he didn't need everyone to know that he possesses Magic - Alchemy was crazy enough as it is. So he lied through his teeth and hoped that Toga would forget about the conversation they had in the alley.
The old woman said nothing for a couple of seconds and continued to check Toga's condition.
". . . Next time, bring the patients awake. She's fine, but if what you said is true, then I need to do a couple of additional tests. Now go away, you need to teach the third years."
"Yeah, yeah. . ."
Sirius waved his hand and walked towards Class 3-A. He felt that this day would be long and tiring, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Walking through the maze that was the building of the U.A. he found himself deep in thought.
How many teenagers like Toga are walking down the street? How many people suffer because of rejection?
Now, Black did not consider himself a saint or the savior of the universe. He did not strive for such things - they happened on their own - so he did not have a constant desire to help people.
He was a proponent of the philosophy that if you stand next to a serial killer and you can stop him, but you don't, then the responsibility for the death of the next victim falls on you. With great power comes great responsibility if you will. . .
Yes, he stole his philosophy from the film, sue him. Of course, Sirius has always had a philosophy of Equivalent Exchange. An eye for an eye.
Some might say that judging by his philosophy of Equivalent Exchange, Sirius should have died a long time ago. However, in his eyes, the lives of a couple of murderers and rapists are not worth his. Even if it's a couple hundred. A little selfish, but what can you do?
The door to Class 3-A opened with incredible ease, usually, all those huge doors were as heavy as fuck, but this one was much lighter. Also in the middle of the large door was a smaller door, about the size of a Nezu.
'Great, now I'll be measuring everything in Nezu.'
Sirius was a little surprised not to see anyone in the teacher's place. Usually in such cases, one of the staff served as a substitute, but apparently, everyone was busy today. With a shrug, Black stood at the table and surveyed the classroom.
There were fourteen students in the class - Aizawa expelled four in the first year, Cementoss dropped another in the second, and the last student left on her own - and three of them were nicknamed "The Big Three."
Some students had already seen him at school and everyone knew that he was teaching Tactics now. Anyway, the introductions were in order.
"As some already know, my name is Black Sirius. I will be your teacher in tactics, planning, information gathering, and everything related to the work of your brain, not muscle. If anyone is wondering why I was late, then you can ask Nezu, I am sure our Principal will answer all your questions."
One blue-haired student's hand flew up her hair and eyes slightly softer colors than Karin's. Sirius recognized her as part of "The Big Three," Nejire Hado. He was warned that she was too energetic, but Sirius was ready for almost anything. So he nodded, giving her permission to speak. He chose to ignore the sympathetic looks he received from his students.
"Why didn't you teleport here? I heard you usually come out of nowhere! If these lessons are about our brains, will we have practical lessons? How many spoons of sugar do you put in your coffee? Where are your snakes and your cat? Is it true that you stole Nezu's favorite tea and blackmailed it to get you hired?" She fired questions faster than anyone else could hear and only stopped when Sirius raised his hand.
He paused for a couple of seconds - trying to figure out what the hell Nejire had said with Occlumency - and began to speak.
"I decided to stretch my legs, so I walked to U.A. from my house. Yes, I usually don't do that, but the weather is good today. Yes, we'll have practice. Eight tablespoons of sugar and three lumps of charcoal. My companions are guarding the house. No, that's not true, but I wish it was."
The students were surprised that he was able to answer all the questions and it showed. Nejire was a little shocked that her questions were answered and nodded. Mirino Togata grinned - a smile that reminded Sirius too much of All Might - and laughed.
"Oh, wow! I rarely see anyone actually answer her questions!"
Sirius grunted back - his mood wasn't the best right now - and turned to the board. He threw the chalk in the air a couple of times and started writing and writing and writing.
"I know that you are already pretty good at making decisions and strategizing, you couldn't have made it to Year 3 without it. Now I'm writing several situations that you may well face during your work as Heroes. Each of you will choose one of them and write a short essay on what you will do in this situation. After you choose your topic, I will give you additional notes so that you can understand the situation from several angles. It would be better if we could do a hands-on session, but I want to see what you can come up with without stress and with enough time. And no, you can't write that you knock out the Villain with one blow and save the day, that doesn't work like that."
There were five options on the board in total.
Bank robbery with hostages. Attack on the Hero by a group of Villains. Bomb in the mall. Attack on a cruise ship. An earthquake in the city center.
After a couple of minutes, everyone chose their topics and told them to Sirius. Their teacher smiled cruelly and looked everyone in the eye one by one.
"Well, good luck."
With these words, each student found themselves in his illusion. Sirius put a wide-range Mind Completion mixed with a little something to stop them from using their Quirks in the real world on each of them, so they were in their scripts right now. Only one student raised his pen and started writing. It was Koroko Karaka, a seventeen-year-old teenager with a mental Quirk. She allowed him to remain calm no matter the situation - Sirius didn't know that he could repel mental attacks.
"Huh, I didn't expect that."
Koroko looked up and noticed that all of his classmates were staring into the void. He was a little confused for a couple of seconds until his head turned to Sirius.
"Um, Black sensei, what did you do?"
"Right now, they think they are in the situation they chose. A little double surprise test, you can say. Well, congratulations Koroko, you are immune to mental attacks."
Koroko blinked a couple of times and shrugged.
"There aren't many mental Quirks in the world, but it's good to know. So. . . What should I do now? I'm a little lost here."
Sirius thought for a couple of seconds and decided, "Why not?"
"Congratulations a second time, you will be learning the basics of Alchemy. I have seen your grades, so you have enough knowledge to start. However, I forbid you to use it on your own until you are skillful enough."
"Alchemy?"
'It will definitely be a long day.'