章節 47: 47: I'm going to kill you Aiden
Had posted the wrong chapter, fixed it. Thanks to illu0 for noticing. So you all get a triple release today, yayyyy.
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As Aiden leaned back in his seat, a mischievous glint sparkled in his golden eyes. He picked up a fork, twirling it lazily in his fingers, before glancing at Toru, who was munching on her food quietly. An idea popped into his head, and with his trademark grin, he leaned forward.
"Toru," he said smoothly, holding up a piece of chicken with his fork. "You've been working hard all morning. Let me feed you."
The table froze.
Toru's head whipped toward him, her wide, green eyes blinking in shock. "W-Wha—?!" Her voice cracked slightly, her face heating up despite the fact that no one could actually see it.
Mina was the first to break the stunned silence. "WHAT?!" she screeched, nearly choking on her juice. "Aiden! What kind of move is this?! Are you two, like, secretly dating or something?!"
"Dating?" Kaminari chimed in, looking just as shocked. "Whoa, this escalated fast. Aiden, I didn't know you had it in you!"
"SHUT UP!" Bakugo barked, slamming his fist on the table. "WHO CARES IF HE'S FEEDING HER?! IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL!"
"Oh, it's totally a big deal," Mina teased, her eyes glinting with delight as she leaned closer to Toru. "Come on, girl! Tell us what's going on! Is this how he's been treating you this whole time?"
Toru flailed her arms in protest, her voice high-pitched and frantic. "N-No! It's nothing like that! He's just being weird—stop making it a thing!"
"Hmm," Celeste mused from her seat, pushing her glasses up. "I don't know, Toru. Aiden's been oddly attentive to you lately. Maybe it is a thing."
Toru groaned, burying her head in her hands—or at least appearing to. "You're all impossible…"
Meanwhile, Aiden was laughing softly, clearly enjoying the chaos he had caused. "Relax, everyone. I was just being nice. You lot are too quick to jump to conclusions." He leaned forward again, still holding the fork. "But seriously, Toru—say 'ahh.'"
Toru slapped the table lightly in embarrassment, her voice muffled. "I'm going to kill you, Aiden…"
As the teasing continued, Momo, seated across from Aiden, quietly observed the scene. She had been silently eating her food, but the playful exchange between Aiden and Toru stirred something unexpected in her.
Her chest tightened, and an unfamiliar heat crept into her cheeks. She didn't know why, but the sight of Aiden acting so… intimate made her stomach twist uncomfortably.
Am I… jealous? The thought struck her like a lightning bolt. Her usually calm and composed mind suddenly spiralled as she stared at Aiden, trying to make sense of her feelings.
As if sensing her gaze, Aiden suddenly turned his head toward her, his golden eyes locking with hers. His expression softened into a lovely, genuine smile, one that made her heart skip a beat.
"What's up, Momo?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "You've been staring at me for a while now. Something on your mind?"
Momo's breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, pretending to adjust her hair. "N-No, nothing! I was just… thinking."
Aiden leaned on the table, clearly amused. "Thinking, huh? About me? Let me guess—you're wondering how I manage to be this charming, aren't you?"
Momo rolled her eyes, though her cheeks were still pink. "Hardly. Don't flatter yourself."
Celeste, who had been quietly observing the exchange, smirked to herself. She leaned back in her chair, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. "Ah, young hearts," she murmured under her breath, just loud enough for only herself to hear.
Kirishima, clueless as ever, grinned. "Man, Aiden, you've got everyone flustered today! What's your secret?"
"Oh, I don't know," Aiden said with a shrug, sending another teasing smile toward Momo, whose cheeks darkened even further.
Celeste snickered at the scene and muttered under her breath, "If only Amara and Daxton were here to see this. They'd have so much fun with this mess." She shook her head, amused by the chaos unfolding around her.
Toru, still red-faced, finally snapped. "Can we please talk about something else?!"
The table erupted into laughter once more, and Aiden leaned back in his chair, thoroughly entertained by the reactions.
For now, the teasing and stolen glances were enough to keep things lively, but Aiden couldn't help but wonder—why had Momo been staring at him like that?
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The evening had fallen by the time the teachers of UA gathered in the staff lounge for a crucial meeting. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the weight of the day's events. All Might, Aizawa, Midnight, and the other staff members sat around a large table.
At the head of the table, Nezu, the ever-calculating principal, had his hands clasped together, his face set in a thoughtful expression.
"The attack on Aiden today was disturbing," Nezu began, his voice calm but laced with the seriousness of the situation. "It's not the first time someone has targeted him, and considering his heritage, it likely won't be the last. We need to decide how best to handle this."
Aizawa leaned back in his chair, his usually expressionless face betraying the worry he felt. "He handled it himself today, but that doesn't mean we should sit idly by and wait for the next attack to come to our doorstep."
"Agreed," All Might chimed in, his usual cheery demeanor replaced by a rare level of concern. "We can't let this continue. Aiden may be capable, but even he can't handle everything on his own."
"Indeed," Nezu said, nodding. "We need to formulate a strategy to ensure the safety of our students, particularly Aiden. His presence here is a security risk, and that makes it our responsibility to protect him, not just as his teachers, but as his allies."
The conversation flowed smoothly, with various teachers offering their thoughts. The topic of the breach at the front gate earlier that day also came up, as it seemed like an unsettling coincidence. Some teachers believed it was an isolated event caused by the reporters trying to get close to the supposed "royalty," but others feared it was another attack in disguise.
Just as the conversation was starting to gain momentum, Nezu's phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at it, his ears twitching slightly, and answered the call with a polite yet serious tone.
"Principal Nezu speaking," he said. "How may I help you?"
Aiden's father, King Maximilian, didn't waste any time. His voice was low and seething with barely contained fury. "Nezu! This is the second time I've had to call you today, and I am not happy about it."
Nezu's brows furrowed, his interest piqued. "Your Majesty, I'm aware of the earlier incident. The attack on your son—Aiden—is being thoroughly investigated. We're doing everything in our power to ensure his safety."
"I don't give a damn about the 'investigation,'" Max snapped, the power in his voice ringing through the phone. "What I want to know is how in the hell my son's school can't handle a bunch of reporters? How are they breaching your gates without anyone noticing? This is ridiculous!"
The teachers around the table exchanged uneasy glances. All Might, despite his size, seemed to shrink under the pressure of the conversation. Aizawa's sharp gaze flickered between Nezu and the phone, his arms crossed over his chest in a manner that suggested he was preparing for anything.
Nezu remained calm, although his mind was racing. "Your Majesty, I assure you, this incident is being handled. We've already addressed the situation with the reporters, and the students have been kept safe. I understand your concerns, but we are doing everything we can—"
"No," Max interrupted, his voice cold and menacing. "Clearly, you're not. And don't try to tell me you have everything under control, because I know better. These things are happening too frequently. Aiden should be safe, and yet again I have to call you and ask what the hell is going on."
The silence in the room thickened. Nezu's ears twitched slightly as he processed the situation. How did Max know so quickly about the breach? Nezu, despite his sharp intellect, had been blindsided by the speed with which this information reached the King. He shot a glance at Aizawa and the others, his mind working through the possibilities.
"I'm sorry to hear about your frustration, Your Majesty," Nezu said, keeping his voice steady. "But I assure you that we will handle this matter. If you would like, we can discuss further steps to improve security on campus. Perhaps additional measures can be taken, or we could meet in person to discuss how to move forward."
Max let out an exasperated breath, the sound carrying through the line. "Fine. But this is your last warning, Nezu. If there is one more slip-up—if anything happens to Aiden again—I'll make sure you regret it. Don't think I won't."
Nezu held his ground. "Understood, Your Majesty. We will act accordingly."
There was a brief pause before Max's voice softened, though still thick with tension. "Good. Make sure this doesn't happen again."
With that, the line went dead.
Nezu stared at the phone for a moment, then slowly set it down on the table. He took a deep breath and glanced at the others. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and for the first time in a while, Nezu felt the weight of the situation bearing down on him.
"Nezu," Aizawa said in his usual deadpan voice, breaking the silence. "How the hell does he get this information so quickly?"
Nezu's eyes flickered to Aizawa, and then to the others. He folded his hands together thoughtfully. "That's the question I've been pondering myself. Someone is feeding him information—and fast. And that someone is clearly keeping a very close eye on the school."
Midnight spoke up, her voice low. "Could it be someone on the inside? Someone who has access to all this?"
"That's a possibility," Nezu replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But there's something off about it. The speed with which Maximilian found out… It's almost as if he has eyes everywhere." He paused, tapping his chin in thought. "Whoever this is, they're far more connected than we've given them credit for."
"We'll need to be on high alert," All Might added, his usual optimism fading in favor of a more serious tone. "If someone's spying on us, there's no telling what else they might do to target Aiden."
Nezu nodded solemnly. "Exactly. We'll tighten security, but we must also remain vigilant about internal threats. It's not just external forces we need to worry about."
The room fell silent for a moment, the teachers absorbing the gravity of the situation.
Nezu looked around at the teachers. "Aizawa, All Might, Midnight, I need you three to look into the possibility of an inside informant. You know the school better than anyone."
Aizawa gave a sharp nod, his tired eyes sharpening with renewed focus. "Understood. We'll get to work."
Nezu then turned to the other teachers. "The rest of you will stay on heightened alert. If anything seems out of place, report it immediately."
The meeting ended soon after, and the teachers left the room, all of them with their minds racing. Nezu, however, stayed behind for a moment, staring out the window thoughtfully. The King's words echoed in his mind.
"Make sure this doesn't happen again."
And for the first time in a long time, Nezu felt a true sense of unease. Who could be pulling the strings behind the scenes? And why were they targeting Aiden?
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