The Courier (MHA)

"Relax," The figure spoke up as he stopped Aizawa's rush. "It was a beanbag round. The kid should be fine, probably." He said. "Hey, Red, you okay?"

"I'll... be... okay..." The redhead gasped as he stood on shaky legs. "...ow...."

"See?" The figure asked, "He's fine, just a little bruised."

"I said, no maiming the children," Aizawa growled.

"You said no killing," I pointed out. "And maiming isn't what I did. It was, at most, bullying."

"How was that bullying?" Aizawa asked in disbelief. "You just shot a kid!"

"Teen," I corrected Aizawa, "And I'm pretty sure by the time I was his age, I was already shooting people that looked at me funny."

"You don't even know how you grew up!" Aizawa shouted at me.

"Your point?" I asked. "Anyway, glad to meet everyone. I am your newest instructor for Survival and Urban Tactics, Courier Six or Six for short."

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And I was met with crickets. I mean, I don't blame them. Who in their right mind would introduce themselves after shooting one of them? If it was anyone else from my family, bless their souls, they might be missing one or two of them.

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"As much as I would like to say he's just a crazy person," Aizawa stated, getting the class to look at him, "He's telling the truth."

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"I've just been recently hired," I told them as I put away the shotgun and walked towards the podium, "Now let's get this class started. But first, go clean yourselves up. I know a few of you pissed yourselves due to my entrance. So get going.

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At first, no one wanted to move. The shame of having pissed themselves was almost too great to bear. Finally, after a minute or two, several students slowly stood up and rushed to the bathrooms. Naming the few who did were, Mineta the grape-head, Sero the tape boy, Toru the invisa-chick, and Denki the nightlight.

Once those kids were gone, the rest just looked down at their desks in hopes this was all just a bad dream. One, however, was glaring at me and gritting his teeth. I knew him, Bakugo Katsuki, king boom boom boy. And the same one I knocked out during the USJ incident. I couldn't care less about his anger issues, but he better stop that glaring soon, or else.

Seeing as he wasn't stopping any time soon, I pulled the [Sawed-off Shotgun] back out but this time loaded with slugs. I was no saint. I've killed a few kids that tried and failed at mugging me or had shot at me with the intent to kill. They were old enough to know better, but that's what the wasteland did to you. You'd either die to a bullet, the creatures, or chems. The wasteland didn't care, and neither did I.

Soon, the four that pissed themselves came back from their walk of shame. Once they sat in their seats, I began.

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"Now, I'll get right to it," I started, knowing that they'll have questions, "No, I'm not a pro hero. No, I don't regret killing. No, I will not turn myself in for them. Now, any questions?"

"What's your quirk?" Asked a green-haired youth, Izuku Midoriya if I recall correctly.

"I'm quirkless, next question," I answered, getting gasps from the class.

"Then, how strong are you?" Asked a pink-skinned girl with horns, Mina Ashido I remembered.

"Peak human, I can bench about 1800 kg with ease and punch through steel plating with little difficultly," I stated truthfully. I could tell that it unnerved a few at how strong I am.

"Why are you here then?" Bakugo growled at me, still mad at being knocked out.

"Your Principle, Nezu, swindled me into this job," I answered. "If it was up to me, I rather just wander from town to town. Living my life as I saw fit to."

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-x-x-x-

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Well, I'd say my first day of teaching went well. No kids died and none were maimed. Low bar, I know, but at least I managed to get through their skulls of what type of class to expect. Not that I expected anything less since I had a loaded gun out and waiting to be used. But to be fair for them, I sneaked the slugs out for beanbag rounds.

But, what do you expect when you have such dashing looks?

Anyway, it was now lunch time and even the teachers were looking at me weirdly.

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"What are you eating?" Midnight asked as she pinched her nose along with the rest.

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I looked at my plate and wondered why they were acting so weird.

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"Uhh, Bourbon and Deathclaw steak?" I answered. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Son, it smells like ripe ass," Snipe said as he tightened his rebreather. "And boy, am I glad to have this."

"Smells fine to me," I said as I sniffed the steak. It wasn't raw and it didn't go bad, my [Pip-boy] made sure of that.

"What made you think that it's okay to eat that?" Asked Toshinori Yagi, also known as All Might.

"Well, unlike you guys, I hunted and nearly died to get this steak," I answered with a bit of heat. Then I remembered, they weren't from the wasteland.

"Well, you don't need to hunt to get yourself a steak here," Aizawa said as he pinched his nose and got closer. "Either throw that away or put it wherever you keep your shit and come with me. We're heading to the cafeteria to get you a proper meal."

"This is a proper meal!" I exclaimed. Seriously, Deathclaw steaks were gourmet food.

"No, it's not. I doubt that even qualifies as a meal." Aizawa countered. "You're not in the wastelands anymore, It's time for you to return to society."

"Hey, I ran one," I told him, surprising the few that were in the room with me. "I know all about the ins and outs of a society." I spat while pointing my fork at him. "From the brightest to the darkest."

"Aizawa, maybe you should let him be." A woman with galaxy-like eyes said. "We can just open a window and have a fan blowing to deal with it."

"No, 13," Aizawa said as he grabbed my arm, ballsy motherfucker. "I don't care about what you've seen or done. You're here now. You live by our rules, got it?"

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The tension was palpable as Aizawa and I had a stare-down. His red eyes never left my grey ones. I was about to draw on him but thought about it for a second. I realized that if I did, then I would most likely have to contend with the rest of the teachers. Finally, I just sighed and looked away. Hating that he was right about my circumstances and what I could do now.

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"Fine," I growled as I began packing away my things except for my bourbon.

"The bourbon too," He ordered.

"Asshole" I mumbled under my breath as I took one last swig and put it away.

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-x-x-x-

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After a short walk, the two of us arrived at the cafeteria. As we entered, the entire place was a buzz with students. A few looked our way but we just ignored them. We waited in line for a bit before we were greeted by Lunch Rush, the Cooking Hero. The man wore a cooking apron, a chef's hat and outfit, as well as a mask that covers his face.

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"Heya Aizawa! What can I get you?" Lunch Rush spoke cheerfully until he saw me. "Oh? You brought the new hire with you too. What can I get you?"

"A standard lunch set A," Aizawa ordered for me, though I didn't care.

"One lunch set A coming right up!"

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Less than a minute later, a tray was presented to me. On it was a large bowl of noodles with toppings and a side of rice. A typical Japanese lunch. How surprising.

Aizawa paid for my food as I took the tray and followed him to an empty table. As we sat, the buzz of the cafeteria died down a bit. We ignored them as I pulled apart the chopsticks and began to dig in. Surprising myself with the nack for using them in the first place.

After the first bite, I could see why Lunch Rush was a respective rescue hero. The food was good. Not overcooked or under but just right. I wonder how he'll cook a Brahmin or Deathclaw steak?

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"So?" Aizawa asked as I finished the broth and rice.

"I can see why he's a respected hero," I stated as I wiped my mouth with my handkerchief.

"Then don't bring out that rancid meat again." He ordered and stood. "Put your tray over there and head back to the teacher's office, we still got half a day to get through." He then left, leaving me in a room filled with a bunch of hormonal teens.

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Great. And I could feel the stares of class 1-A. Well, nothing left to do except return to the teacher's office. I still had to teach class 2-A this afternoon. I remember there being a kid that could turn into steel. I wonder if he's tougher than Eijiro?

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-x-x-x-

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Turns out, not really. Tetsutetsu, the kid with the steelifaction quirk, wasn't as tough as Eijiro. During my entrance, similar to the one I gave class 1-A, I decided to test him. I riled him up pretty easily and had him activate his quirk. Eijiro took one beanbag slug and could still stand. Whereas Tetsutetsu could barely stand after one.

Not to mention, Aizawa's warning about not killing the kids got put to the test. A kid by the name of Neito Monoma nearly got a bullet between the eyes for his mouth. When he found out I didn't have a quirk, he insulted me. Now, as solid as I'm built; both mentally and physically, I am one tough nut to crack. But something about this kid and his mouth got on my nerves fast. To the point where I fired a bullet right next to his feet to get him to shut up.

Thankfully, an orange-haired girl by the name of Itsuka Kendo knocked him out before he did. I thanked her and got on with my lesson.

Now, you might be wondering, what are your lessons about? Simple.

How to survive and things that would be useful to know.

Like how to sneak around or how to stitch a wound. Being a healer was ten times better than being a mercenary running around with a junk sword. Well, in my case, a gun.

A few did question why should they learn this over other heroic things. And a few saw the reasoning behind this. So, all in all, a good day.

As the day wound down, I was stuck in the office of Nezu with the chimera looking at me. Normally, I wouldn't care. But when it came to the creature known as Nezu, I was on edge. The creature had the knowledge and it was tempered by wisdom.

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"Do you know why I called you in?" He asked me as he sipped on tea.

"Does it have to do with me bean-bagging two students?" I asked.

"No," He told me. "If anything, it prepares them more for the future."

"Then I have no idea," I spoke truthfully.

"It got out that a 'quirkless' person is teaching our young heroes." He sighed, and I could see where he was going with this.

"I see where this is going," I sighed and spoke before he could explain. "Who's ass do I need to kick to get them off your back?"

"I wish it were that easy," Nezu said as he refilled his teacup. "The ones that we need to worry about are the Hero Public Safety Commission." He told me. "If they have a problem with you, the world would have a problem with you."

"So, I just need to show results," I said simply with a shoulder shrug.

"True, that would be the easiest way for them to get off our back." Nezu agreed with me. "But, it isn't as simple as you make it out to be."