ΔDΔMUS ❀ MY HERO ACADEMIA

8 » Who Wanted Me in Charge?

More old Akiharu art, anyone?

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"What the hell..." My mouth hung open as I approached the U.A. gates. There was a massive crowd swarming the entrance, boom mics and cameras and smartphones raised as journalists and reporters hounded on every student who passed.

The media had been getting bad these last few days, as news about All Might's new teaching role got out, but today in particular appeared to be a spectacle.

"Hey, you!"

I was hardly ten metres from the entrance before a microphone was brandished in my face like a spear. Dozens of cameras were turned my way in an instant.

The reporter before me had an intensely desperate look on her face. As I was running late for class, it wasn't a long shot to assume she'd had a long morning of being shut down by students and staff.

"What's it like having All Might as a teacher!" she asked.

I took a step back, inching toward the gate. "Sorry, I have to get to class..."

"Come on!" the interviewer begged, taking a step closer in return. "We'll only take a minute of your time!"

In my head rang one of the heroics lessons drilled into me over the years. "You must always consider how you appear to the media."

My nose crinkled at the thought.

Do I have to...?

"Just one quick comment!" pleaded one of the journalists. "Surely, you can spare us that!"

Clamours arose across the desperate crowd. Media people really are like vultures... I was starting to understand why Aizawa chose to stay out of the spotlight.

For a moment, I wished I was a bit like Bakugo. Maybe I'd yell in their faces and stomp away, but when that ended on the six o'clock news, either tonight or ten years from now, I'd have hell to pay for it.

"Well..." I began, "He's certainly a little intimidating. You know, even if he's our teacher, he's still number one! We all admire him a lot, even with all the puns."

"What about as a teacher – What are his teaching methods!"

"Um..."

...Not great?

In some sort of miracle, the attention of the crowd shifted suddenly away from me. The cause: None other than Shoto Todoroki approached, and the crowd was immediately captivated by him. With his flashy hair, cover-model looks, and a presence that screamed, Yes, I'm better than you, he was a massive attention magnet.

His heterochromatic eyes scanned briefly over the crowd, fallen quiet in his air of authority, and his brow furrowed.

"Pardon me!" Like a moth drawn to a flame, the reporter begged for his attention. "Do you have a comment on All..."

"Get out of my way, Half-and-Half!" The yell came from a few paces behind Todoroki, as none other than Bakugo arrived on scene.

I would've thought Blondie's arrival would frighten the reporters away, with his face constantly twisted in a scowl so deep it looked like it was about to fall off. Instead, the reporters and journalists instantly swarmed him like flies.

"You're from the sludge incident!"

Sludge what? I was immediately intrigued.

"Katsuki Bakugo from the sludge villain attack!"