Kapitel 13: Meeting
Chapter 13: Meeting
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Aizawa opened the door and walked into the office, with Haruto following closely behind. Principal Nezu was sitting at his desk, sipping on a cup of tea. He looked up as they entered, a serious expression on his face.
His expression quickly turned happy. "Hello there! It's me, Nezu, the one who could be a dog or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly... I'm the principal!"
Nezu's cheerful demeanor caught Haruto off guard, but he tried to keep a straight face. Aizawa, on the other hand, was used to Nezu's eccentricities and simply rolled his eyes.
Nezu chuckled as he noticed Aizawa's eye roll, then turned his attention to Haruto.
"Now, what seems to be the problem, young man?"
"After I helped calm the students, I found it weird how the press went in and decided to look around the school." I began to explain what happened.
Nezu's expression became more serious as Haruto explained the situation. He leaned forward in his chair, giving him his full attention.
"I see. And what did you find?"
"A villain," Haruto responded quickly.
Nezu's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by Haruto's revelation. He leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"A villain, you say? Can you describe them for me?"
"He was a tall, slim man. He also wore a dark orange shirt with the collar left upturned, a green striped bolo necktie with an oval-shaped azure brooch hanging around his neck, a black waistcoat, and black dress pants. He also wore knee-high white boots with wedged heels and black toe-caps, plain dark red gloves, a tall brown top hat, a red ribbon tied around it, and a pale feather sticking out on the left." Haruto described Mr. Compress.
Nezu listened intently as Haruto described the villain, taking note of every detail. He seemed to be deep in thought, processing the information Haruto was giving him.
"Hmm, interesting. You said he had a quirk that involved throwing teal marbles, correct?"
"Yes, after the fight I realized there were smoke bombs where the marbles were. I think they were a type of container that could compress things into marbles. Like his name 'Mr. Compress'"
Nezu nodded in agreement, clearly impressed by Haruto's deductive skills. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him.
"I see, so his quirk allows him to compress objects into marbles. That would explain why he was able to get away so quickly."
"But there was another person." Haruto continued.
Nezu raised an eyebrow, curious about this new development.
"Another person, you say? Who was it?"
"I'm not entirely sure but they had a portal-gate-like quirk. I would say it's a warp gate. It was deep dark purple misty smokey portal."
Nezu's eyes widened slightly at the mention of a teleportation quirk. He had heard rumors about a villain with such a quirk, but he hadn't expected to hear about them from a student.
"I see. So there were at least three villains working together. That is concerning."
"Three, I only saw two villains? What did the front gate look like?" Haruto asked.
Nezu paused for a moment, thinking back to the incident at the front gate. He had seen the damage done to the gate, he realized this was either a show of power… or the start of a war against heroes.
"The gate was destroyed. It was as if it had been melted or disintegrated. The metal was completely gone."
"That means there were at least 3 or more villains as you said."
Nezu nodded, his expression growing more serious.
"You're right. With that level of damage, it's likely that there were at least three or more villains at the gate. And if one of them had a portal quirk…"
"The guy with a disintegrating quirk destroys the front gate while the press acts as a distraction. Then the person with the warp gate quirk helps Mr. Compress sneak in for some purpose."
Nezu nodded in agreement, impressed by Haruto's ability to put the pieces together.
"That's a reasonable assumption. The villains were clearly well-coordinated and knew exactly what they were doing. They must have had a specific goal in mind."
"I'm not sure what their goal was, Mr. Compress wouldn't say. He said if he told me, he'd have to kill me."
Nezu raised an eyebrow at this. He had heard of villains threatening people, but it was unusual for a villain to threaten a student directly. He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"He threatened you?"
"He said villains weren't all black and white. He seemed to be the type to be an entertainer, an arrogant one who monologues."
Nezu smirked slightly, amused by Haruto's description of Mr. Compress. He seemed to have a personality for being dramatic and showy.
"Ah, a theatrical villain. They can be quite the handful."
"I don't know how much this helps, but this morning after I finished talking to one of the reporters…"
Nezu tilted his head, intrigued by Haruto's statement.
"What happened after you talked to the reporter?"
"There was this guy from across the street, he had light blue hair and looked like he needed chapstick. He was watching me and my classmate and friend, Hikari, enter the front entrance."
Nezu frowned, taking mental note of the description of the man Harutk saw. He was beginning to suspect that the man might have been involved with the villains.
"Did you get a good look at his face?"
"No, not really. There were so many reporters, so I didn't get a clear view. But he could be the guy who did that to the front gate."
Nezu sighed, frustrated by the lack of information. He knew that without a clear description or any other clues, finding the identity of the villain was going to be difficult.
"Damn. That's unfortunate. We're going to need to do some more investigating to figure out who this guy is."
Haruto stayed silent as he had no more information to give.
Nezu sighed again, looking at Haruto with a mixture of concern and gratitude.
"Thank you for telling me this. I'll make sure to have my staff keep an eye out for any suspicious individuals. In the meantime, be careful, okay? We don't know if these villains are still out there."
"I will, Principal Nezu."
Nezu nodded, relieved to see that Haruto was taking the situation seriously.
"Good. And don't hesitate to come to me if you see anything else or need help. You're a valuable asset to U.A., and we want to make sure you're safe."
"Also, are there any upcoming trips? I want to check in advance so I can prepare as Class 1-A's Class Representative."
Nezu smiled, impressed by Haruto's initiative and dedication to your role as Class Representative.
"Yes, there are a few upcoming trips that I'll need to coordinate. I'll make sure to send you a schedule of them so you can prepare."
"Thank you, Principal Nezu."
Nezu nodded, his expression warm and friendly.
"You're very welcome. I'll also make sure to keep you updated on any developments regarding the villains. In the meantime, keep your guard up and stay safe, okay?"
"I will, I'll also keep what happened under wraps and secret to my classmates."
Nezu smiled approvingly.
"Good. The last thing we need is for the whole school to start panicking. I'll trust you to handle this situation discreetly and with discretion."
"Of course."
Nezu leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the conversation. He could tell that Haruto was taking your role seriously and was a reliable person to rely on.
"I'll let you get back to class now. Thanks again for your help, young man."
"Your welcome, Principal Nezu." Haruto looked at Aizawa who was silent during this entire interaction.
Aizawa nodded, his expression stoic as usual. He had been listening quietly to the conversation the whole time, but he didn't say anything until now.
"Good. Make sure you don't cause any trouble."
"I'll try not to, Sensei."
Aizawa grunted in response, a hint of a smirk on his face. He knew Haruto was prone to getting into trouble from time to time, but he appreciated his effort to stay out of it.
"See that you do."
Haruto bowed and left Nezu's office.
Nezu watched Haruto leave, his expression thoughtful. He knew that he could count on him to handle any problems that came up. As Haruto left the room, he turned to Aizawa.
"He's a good kid, isn't he?"
Aizawa grunted in agreement.
"He's a handful, but he's got potential. I can't deny that."
Nezu chuckled, amused by Aizawa's begrudging praise. He knew that Aizawa had a soft spot for his students, even if he didn't always show it.
"Don't act so nonchalant. You know you care about them."
Aizawa rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny it. He did care about his students, even if he pretended not to. He leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Don't go around telling everyone that."
Nezu chuckled again, enjoying teasing Aizawa.
"Your secret is safe with me, Aizawa. But you should really show them some affection every once in a while. It might make them like you more."
Aizawa grunted again, crossing his arms in a defiant manner.
"I don't need their affection. They're my students, not my children. I just need them to become strong heroes."
Nezu shook his head, amused by Aizawa's stubbornness.
"You're so rigid, Aizawa. You know that they're more than just students, right? They're people too. They need more than just training."
Aizawa sighed, knowing that Nezu was right. He knew that his students were more than just future heroes. They were individuals with their own dreams, aspirations, and emotions.
"Fine, I'll try to be a little more… understanding."
Nezu smiled, pleased to hear Aizawa agree to be more lenient with his students. He knew that Aizawa was a good teacher, but he could be a bit too strict at times.
"Good. I'm sure they'll appreciate it. Just remember, being tough on them doesn't mean you have to be heartless."
Aizawa grunted in agreement, nodding his head. He knew that he had a tendency to come off as cold and unfeeling, but he didn't mean to be.
"I know, I know. I just… struggle with expressing my emotions sometimes."
Nezu chuckled, patting Aizawa on the shoulder.
"I know you do, but it's important to let your emotions show. It'll help you connect with your students on a deeper level."
Aizawa's expression darkened as memories of someone flooded his mind. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret for how he had failed to protect his friend.
Nezu noticed the change in Aizawa's expression and knew what he was thinking about. He put a comforting hand on Aizawa's shoulder.
"You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened to Oboro. It wasn't your fault."
Aizawa clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He knew that Nezu was right, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he should have done something to prevent Oboro's death.
"I should have been there. I should have been able to save him."
Nezu squeezed Aizawa's shoulder, his voice gentle but firm.
"You were a student, Aizawa. There was nothing you could have done to change what happened. It's time to let go of the guilt and move on."
Aizawa took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that Nezu was right, but it was easier said than done. He had spent years carrying the burden of guilt and regret, and it was hard to just let it go.
"I'll try."
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