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Chapter 22

Third person pov

It was only a matter of time before someone noticed. While people didn't take note of Touya, it was impossible to ignore the colorful man who came and went from UA's campus. He was clearly too old to be a student, which meant he had to be a teacher of some kind. To the press, this was a big deal. UA was at their most vulnerable. With the attack on the summer camp and the recent kidnapping of one of their students, everyone had their eyes on them. And that meant everyone had their eyes on this new teacher. Why had they risked bringing in someone new during these turbulent times? Who were they, and what were their qualifications? Could they even be trusted?

It had been a while since so many reporters swarmed near the gates of UA, hoping to catch a glimpse of the a student, a teacher, or better yet, of the new individual on campus. The photos of him they did have were all blurry and taken from afar, showing the man in a rainbow of different pigments. He wore suspenders, and neon knee socks that didn't match. The brightest sweaters that clashed with even brighter shorts. Rubber bracelets every shade you could imagine, and flashy shoes that lit up when he walked. Nothing about his outfit was professional or hero like, which only made them wonder more.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave the premise." Aizawa drawled, arms crossed over his chest. Present Mic stood by his side, shaking his head with a grimace. The police were on their way, but until then, there wasn't all that much they could do. Using force wasn't allowed unless they trespassed or made moves to attack. All they could do until then was sit and twiddle their thumbs. 

"We want to know who this man is!" The reporter nearest the front said instead of offering any real reply to Aizawa's demand, thrusting a blurry photo of Takashi forward. Mic made a big show of leaning forward and squinting at it, pushing his glasses further up his nose and making a confused sound. The reporters quieted, waiting diligently with their microphones held forward as far as they could without getting their arms chopped off by the gate. Hizashi hummed contemplatively, standing back up straight. Everyone held their breath collectively, hoping and praying they'd be given something.

"Don't know him!" The blonde man chirped after a tense second of silence. Aizawa turned his head to hide his snort of amusement as calls of indignation rose up. Most called blasphemy. The guy was impossible to miss. He was a pop of color against a relatively monotone world. He left the campus quite often, always coming back with grocery bags or boxes, or other such of the like. Some witnesses said they'd even seen him carrying moving boxes a few months back, which heavily implied that he was living on campus.

The public deserved to know what was going on here at UA! With All Might now retired, the world was on edge. Nobody needed any unwanted surprises rising up. They wanted as much information as they could get, and they wanted it now. With all UA had gone through, the public deserved to know! They had a right! It was a miracle UA hadn't been shut down all together. They were in no position to be keeping secrets.

"That's impossible! You have to have at least seen him." A woman frowned, taking a small step forward. Her camera man quickly grabbed her upper arm and shook his head. If the gates snapped up, they'd be shut out for good anyway. Better to keep the channel of communication open rather than cutting off their only possible source of information. However, it wasn't looking like these two pros would be cracking anytime soon. It was irritating. They wanted to know what was going on! These students here at UA were the world's future. They were just kids, and UA had a job to keep them safe.

"I don't see how it's any of your business. All you need to know is that we are taking all the necessary precautions to keep our students happy, healthy, and safe. Anyone we bring onto campus or already have on campus goes through a thorough background check, and a personality evaluation to see just what kind of person they are." Aizawa spoke. His words were soaked up greedily, but it was obvious the press wanted more. It wasn't everyday Eraserhead said anything for the cameras, after all. "We will go to any measure to ensure nothing that happened this last summer ever happens again. You don't need to concern yourself with all that goes on here. You don't need every tidbit of information."