The Assassin in Our Midst

Chapter four

Aizawa pov:

Mr. Karasuma, Mrs. Vitch and I walked through the woods together, thinking of the best combinations of students we could put together for training. The idea was to have the Class 3 E students teach small groups of my kids while the assassin and agent watched over them helping where needed. It wasn't a bad idea, the only problem was getting my students to listen to their peers.

A strange rustle came through the trees, causing my hand to go to the scarf at my neck, but when I turned towards the noise, I saw an odd sight. Midoryia stood between the trees, looking as if he just dropped from them. Something about the boy always seemed off to me, not bad, but off. The boy's skills were to well trained and tested to be natural and he had a tendency of sensing others even when they were trying to be stealthy. He reminded me a lot of the 3 E students that he ran off with. But I checked all the names on that class roster before deciding to come here, he wasn't one of them.

"Mr. Karasuma, Mrs. Bitch, Aizawa Sensei," the boy greeted, smiling sweetly.

I paused at his word choice, running them over in my head. "Problem child, did you just cuss?" I asked. Midoryia has never been the type to cause that kind of trouble, normally that was left up to the class bully.

The blonde woman laughed at my response. "'Problem child'? What have you been up to punk?"

He shot her an annoyed, but noticeably fond expression. "Nothing, Professor Bitch," Midoryia lied. "We had an idea," the boy said, changing the subject, "we want to do a paintball competition between 3 E and 1 A."

I thought that the idea was strange, but Mr. Karasuma seemed to be pleased with it. "That could work. Are you thinking for corporation's sake?"

"Sure," he obviously lied. 

"Only problem is we don't have any gear," Mrs. Vitch said.

But Midoryia only held up his phone. "We got that covered."

I don't understand a damned thing.

"Problem child, what the hell is going on?"

"I'll explain after the game." And with that, the boy disappeared into the woods. 

The two other teachers turned to each other, having something close to a whispered conversation. 

"... it's good to see that he's doing better now..." I thought I heard the blonde woman say.