MHA: I'm Saitama-Sensei

Chapter 2: Before the fall

The kindergarten playground was full of shouting, laughter, and the occasional whiny tantrum of kids. Amid the chaos, Toji sat cross-legged on the grass under a tree, a picture book in hand. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the energy around him. His classmates dashed back and forth, completely unaware of the small boy who seemed to exist in his own serene world.

Toji, though only four years old, was already something of a paradox. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost methodical, as if he were some ancient philosopher pondering the meaning of life. He'd often speak to his peers in a calm, mature tone, dropping wisdom that was far beyond his years.

The kids would stare up at him, wide-eyed, and though they didn't understand most of what he said, they respected him for it, assuming he was simply too wise for their level of comprehension.

But Bakugo was having none of it.

He stormed over to Toji with his usual explosive fury. "Oi, Toji! What are you doing over here, huh? You think you're someome Big ?" He scowled, hands on his hips.

Toji glanced up from his book, unfazed. "The pursuit of knowledge is a noble endeavor, Bakugo. Perhaps you should try it sometime instead of running around like a… ahem… firecracker with no fuse."

Bakugo's face turned beet red, the vein on his temple throbbing like a ticking time bomb. "I'm not a firecracker! And I don't need advice from some... freak who spends his time reading books instead of being a real man!"

Toji sighed dramatically, setting his book down. He adjusted his little toy glasses (which, by the way, made him look even more like a tiny philosopher than he already did) and looked Bakugo in the eye with a seriousness that, honestly, made him look like he was solving world problems.

With his eyes full of determination and weight he said to bakigo "A true man doesn't need to yell to assert his dominance. You see, Bakugo," Toji started, with the air of someone delivering an ancient truth, "life is like a river. You can fight against the current, exhausting yourself with every stroke, or you can allow yourself to flow, effortlessly, with the tide."

Taking about river I think we should go for fishing this Saturday,I'm craving for fish,he muttered

Bakugo stared at him, completely confused but thoroughly irritated. "What the hell does that even mean?!" he shouted.

The great philosopher wiped his drooling salvia and tilted his head, as if pondering ( how to grill the fish )the nature of the universe.

"It means… don't blow your top over every little thing. It's a waste of energy. Focus on what's important, like your inner peace. For example, that rock over there," he said, pointing to a random stone he spit on before on the ground, "that rock is your temper. You keep smashing it, but in the end, the rock remains unscathed. Meanwhile, you're exhausted."

Bakugo clenched his fists. "Shut up! I don't need a lecture from you!"

Toji nodded solemnly, unbothered by Bakugo's outburst. "I understand. The path to enlightenment is often a lonely one." He picked up his big book again, pretending to read and hiding his story book, but his expression was serious, almost as if he were mentoring Bakugo.

Meanwhile, Izuku Midoriya stood nearby, peeking out from behind a bush, eyes wide in awe. He had been quietly observing Toji for weeks, admiring his calm and mature demeanor.

Toji was so… different. He spoke like a grown-up, yet he was just a kid, and his cool-headedness made him stand out from everyone else. To Izuku, Toji was like a mentor, someone who had the answers to all of life's mysteries.

Izuku's admiration was so intense that he often tried to imitate Toji, though it never quite worked out.

One afternoon, while the other kids were chasing each other around, Izuku approached Toji, his hands nervously clutching the edges of his shirt. "U-Um… Toji?" he stammered.

Toji looked up, as if noticing Izuku for the first time. "Ah, Izuku. What can I do for you, my young apprentice?"

Izuku blushed. "I was wondering… Can you show me how to be… calm like you?" he asked in a whisper, almost embarrassed.

Toji's expression brightened, and he put a hand on Izuku's shoulder, looking him straight in the eye.

"The path to inner peace requires dedication and patience. First, you must find your center, your core," he said, waving his hands dramatically as if summoning some mystical force.

Izuku nodded eagerly, though he had no idea what Toji was talking about. "Okay! I'll try!" He sat down cross-legged next to Toji, copying his posture. He closed his eyes, trying to be still and calm, but after about five seconds, his stomach rumbled loudly.

Toji glanced over at him, unfazed. "Ah, your center is disturbed by hunger. You must learn to control such distractions. But first," Toji said with a knowing smile, "take some Snickers(A/N:a snacks name) sorry!!!, a deep breath."

He demonstrated by breathing in deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly while peeking at izuku.

Izuku tried to follow along, but his breathing became increasingly erratic as he imagined the delicious snack he would soon eat. His stomach rumbled again, and a few kids nearby giggled.

Toji looked at him with a calm expression. "Patience is key, Izuku. Remember, one must not let the body's desires control the mind." He placed a hand on Izuku's head in a very "master to apprentice" way. "You must become one with your hunger before you can conquer it."

" So take out everything,from now on for you.I will take the burden of your snacks. In this cruel world how can you find such a master,ohh izuku. You are really a lucky man"

Izuku's eyes widened as he tried to force his thoughts away from food,"Here sir" he took out his snacks looking at his master with year in his face.

" How could someone sacrifice for me. What if he lose his core by eating all this" but the giggles of the other kids only made it harder to think . "I-I'll keep practicing!" he said, his face flushed from both the effort and the laughter.

Toji simply nodded, his face serious once again, as though this entire scene were some grand life lesson in the making. "Good. You are on the right path.Now hurry up take out the snacks also tomorrow bring some chocolates"

Despite the humorous moments, there was something about Toji's strange, philosophical way of speaking that captivated everyone.

Even Bakugo, despite his irritation, couldn't fully dismiss him. Toji might not have been the loudest or the most energetic, but there was a quiet power in the way he carried himself.

And though no one knew it yet, that calmness hid something even greater: a power far beyond what anyone could imagine.

THE ART OF PERSUASION

Even he doesn't know how many kids have been cheated by him.Alas...it washis burden,to carry the weight of the snacks of others.

The days in kindergarten passed by with Toji continuing to mentor, guide, and subtly frustrate his classmates with his calm wisdom and philosophical musings.

Bakugo still yelled at him, Deku still idolized him, and the other kids still admired him—though they didn't always understand him.So they can only submit offerings(snacks) for a peace of his wisdom (Chunnibiyo things).

But Toji didn't mind. He was in his own little world, one where he knew that things would eventually fall into place. After all, his true potential had yet to awaken, and when it did, no one would know what hit them. But for now, he was content with being a calm, collected four-year-old with the wisdom of a hundred lifetimes and the power to match.

"Someday," Toji muttered to himself as he watched the chocolates ,biscuits and other snacks around him, "this world will understand snacks are the villains and I'm their Saviour. But for now, I already told them I don't like this flavour,guess I have to eat this forecefully. Hah what a sin!."