#her debut photoshoot she looked like a middle schooler

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Every time I come across old pics of Taylor from debut era I’m always grossed out when I remember all those many times borshitta and other industry executives repeatedly said quite a few times “ you couldn’t tell if she was 15 or 21” and openly saying Taylor “appeals to young girls and grown men” 🤢

That’s gross enough when you know she was a child regardless of how she looked, but it’s even wilder when you look at pics of Taylor around that time. She looked like a child

[hua-fei-hua]

party tattoos

Aizawa was not the type to call out his students for walking into class looking a little unkempt. After all, coming from him, that was just the pot calling the kettle black. Who was he to judge a little laziness in appearances?

But there was still a line drawn in the sand somewhere, and when he walked into the classroom one morning and caught sight of Todoroki and Yaoyorozu sporting matching black and blue party tattoos, both badly half-hidden by their shirt collars, he found it to be crossed. Like, for fuck’s sake, people, at least have the common sense to cover it up.

It was bold of him to assume that high schoolers had any common sense at all, third years they may be, but he would at least try to set a good example of it by waiting until class was over to call them into his office about it.

“Care to explain yourselves before I expel you both for improper student conduct?” he asked the couple (of course he knew they were a couple; he had eyes, a brain, and his impeccable sensei-senses), idly spinning around in his office chair.

“It’s only makeup, sensei, I’ll—” Yaoyorozu hurriedly began, but she was quickly cut off by her partner in crime.

“I fail to see the issue here, Aizawa-sensei,” said Todoroki, his voice dripping with the nonchalant sarcasm of teenage rebellion.

Aizawa activated Erasure on them, if only for the intimidating effect. “UA has a reputation to uphold as an institute of heroic education, not a salacious street corner for saucy teens,” he said, feeling a little bit guilty at the way Yaoyorozu seemed to shrink back apologetically.

He maintained his glare for a few seconds longer, then blinked, heaving an exasperated sigh along the way.

“I will go clean up in the bathroom now, sensei; I will be right back,” Yaoyorozu said, immediately reaching up to her neck and pulling a matryoshka he could only assume hid makeup remover. Why she’d bother to hide the remover and not the makeup was beyond him, but as she bowed apologetically and hurried off, he decided he didn’t really care.

Todoroki, on the other hand, said nothing of the sort, staring at his teacher with all the petulance of a twelve-year-old in middle school.

Very well; it seemed that Aizawa would have to do something a little more for him. He turned a few desks away. “Oi, Kayama. Have you got any makeup remover?”

“Of course, Aizawa; I’m not an animal,” Kayama smoothly replied, then tossed a kit his way.

“Here,” Aizawa sighed, handing it to Problem Child No. 3 (right after Midoriya and Bakugou). “Go to the bathroom and—”

“No.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, getting a little tired of this game. “Why not?” he asked.

“It’s not makeup.”

He heard another teacher choke on their drink in the background, and quite frankly, Aizawa would have done the same if he had the coffee for it.

“My father wants to do a photoshoot with me later today for my upcoming debut as his new sidekick,” Todoroki continued, entirely unprompted. “I got him to agree to leave the photos unedited.”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Aizawa muttered, tossing Kayama’s makeup bag onto his desk.

“I wanted to show the world I don’t belong to him at all.” Todoroki broke his poker face for a terrifying grin.

Well, that was teenager logic if Aizawa had ever heard it, and boy, did he really wish he hadn’t heard it. He pinched the bridge of his nose, disgusted.

“Seems like you’re to be Problem Child No. 1 today,” he said, half to himself and half as a feeble reprimanding.

“With all due respect, sensei, I am eighteen now.”

Aizawa raised his eyebrow ever higher and gave Todoroki the hairiest stink eye he’d ever mustered at a student. “You know the age of majority is twenty.”

“Yes, but eighteen is not a child; eighteen is a teenager.”

“Todoroki,” Aizawa sighed. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yes, sensei.” For once, something meek and mild-mannered came from this sassy child’s mouth.

Aizawa rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe there shouldn’t be hero high schools; maybe everyone should wait until college for this kind of spotlight and responsibility to be thrust upon them. Goodness knows he hadn’t become a hero with the plan to deal with this kind of crap in mind. “What in the goddamn hell has gotten into you two?”

The door to the teacher’s room slid open, and in walked Yaoyorozu with a clean neck and damp blouse. “With all due respect, Aizawa-sensei,” she said, sounding a great deal more sure of herself than when she had left, “the makeup part was my idea.”

Yaoyorozu tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear, drawing attention to a brand new bruise right by her earlobe that hadn’t been there before she cleaned off her makeup. Aizawa decided that, for the sake of his sanity as teacher of these two dumbasses, he would ignore it.

“Of course you were the evil mastermind behind all this,” Aizawa muttered to himself, but Yaoyorozu seemed to take this as an invitation to elaborate on her plan.

“Yes, well, you see, the idea behind it was to get ‘caught’ by the media later today when I went out for intern work this afternoon, and—”

Aizawa waved her off, decidedly done with all this. “Expelled, both of you,” he said, very casually because if he were to show them how truly mad he was, they would likely perish from fright. “You both have had multiple PR lessons with Kayama in the past; as hormonal as you are, it should have at least occurred to the one half-alive brain cell the two of you seem to share that a stunt such as this would lead to irreparable scandal. Now, shoo, shoo, the both of you. And make sure I can’t see those ridiculous marks on your necks when the time comes to re-enroll later.”

Todoroki looked off to the side and tched. Yaoyorozu’s face turned red.

Aizawa turned his attention back to his desk, where he had paperwork to fill out, but swivelled right back when he heard Todoroki take Yaoyorozu’s hand as they started to walk out.

“Two meters apart at all times, you hear me?” he called. “There will be no tarnishing of UA’s good name in the two weeks before your graduation.”

Aizawa heard the couple muttering as they made their separate ways out the door. Thoroughly exasperated, he picked his sleeping back up off the floor, zipped himself up tight, and popped open a packet of nutrient gel to suck on while his coworkers burst into laughter in the background.

       Two weeks and one day later, Kayama discreetly dropped a tabloid onto his desk.

“There’s more like it where that came from,” she said, winking mockingly as Aizawa instantly regretted every word he’d ever said to those two dumb kids.