Reporter and Interest
__________ POV Beru__________
I don't like paparazi, I really detest them.
I've not really dealt with many of them in my career. But the few times I've happened to run into them... Well, let's just say that the body clean-up crew of our gang never ran out of business.
The bunch that I met were always arrogant and annoying.
One time, I was just standing in a line at the store, some celebrity also happened to be there so the paparazzi was trying his best to rush into the store.
I pulled him by the collar and dragged him in an alleyway, the rest is history.
I hoped I would never have to deal with that type again. But it seems I am somewhat famous now...
I looked at Toga, who was still walking by my side and said. "I'll be right back~" She just nodded. She must've also noticed something wrong when I started looking around.
She just kept going forward. I guess I'll meet her again at the dormitory...
Purple Mist came out of my mouth and completely enveloped my body. I warped myself behind that reporter/paparazzi.
He immediately screamed, but I clasped his mouth shut with my hand. I broke his camera and ate it.
Then I took his phone out of his pocket and threw it into a trash bin in the alleyway nearby.
Now, killing him in this situation might not be the best. If a reporter randomly died in front of UA right after a scandal, things would look quite shitty for Nezu.
Although he could deny anything, the people would still find it suspicious. And that would just be needless trouble.
Instead, I will use a quirk I will ask a friend for a favour. I warped both me and the trembling reporter to Giran's bar. I dragged him by the face towards the counter.
He looked surprised to see me for a second, and then just sighed.
"You made quite the mess of that last mission... What brings you here?" I guess he lost some rep due to his association with the League of Villains.
But it shouldn't be too bad since this place is still pretty populated. He also doesn't look all that mad at me. So I guess it doesn't matter.
"BuSiNeSs~," I said, purposefully putting on a distorted tone.
"I thought you became a hero or something for a second. Well, I'm guessing that idiot is the 'business'?" He asked as he put out his cigarette and pointed at the reporter.
"UsE YoUr QuIrK oN HiM~ We'Ll DiScuSs PaYmEnt LatEr~," I said as I pulled his head on the counter.
It's still only been around 2 minutes since I've appeared in front of him, so Giran's quirk should still be useful.
He let out the details of his quirk to all of his business partners. Including the League, so I would obviously know about it.
He called it 'Muddines', it can induce light Amnesia in a target, they won't be able to remember the last 5 minutes.
Overall, it's a pretty useful quirk. It didn't really attract me at the time, but I guess looking for an opportunity to get it might be a good thing.
"Sure thing. The payment for last time's drinks should cover this much anyway." He said as he placed his hand on the reporters head.
The guy tried to struggle, but he had no way of escaping from my grasp. He kicked down a stool or two at most.
Eventually, his body lost any energy as Giran's quirk took effect. He stood still like a puppet, his eyes were empty.
I think he's also salivating on the counter, which made me just throw him backwards on the ground.
He will be like this for five more minutes, which he also won't remember.
"Thanks, Dude!~" I said as I snapped my fingers and pointed at him theatrically. He looked a bit startled.
I guess he hasn't heard me speak normally before. But it's whatever. He just sighed and shook his head. "It's a transaction... Don't thank me..." He still smiled though, so I take that as a win.
Although he could use a dentist, he has that telltale British smile about him. (missing teeth)
Two of Giran's goons were already rearranging the stools
"I'll head out now~ See you when I see you~," I said as I waved at him and warped me and my victim out of there. He just raised his hand while wiping the counter.
I warped me and my new friend back to that the top of that building. I then received a great idea.
I threw him off into one of the open trash bins, the same one I threw his phone in. I had to land and make sure that it was broken.
His fall was cushioned by the trash, he likely only got a broken bone or two. The amnesia will explain itself.
"Ah, what a job well done.~" I dusted my hands as I flew teleported back towards the school. Then I noticed something else.
The hero with the scarf. The name was Aizawa if I remember correctly, he's just staring at me, wide-eyed, from the other building.
"Well, that's awkward~," I said as I also stared at him. I should've noticed him, but he wasn't here when I first grabbed the reporter, and I didn't bother checking twice.
-----(10 Minutes Later)-----
"So he was just taking pictures of the campus?!" Asked Aisawa as he sipped from his coffee cup.
We are currently back at the Canteen since it's the only place that serves drinks in this entire place. Although we didn't really bother Lunch Rush this time, we just went to a machine.
Apparently, he didn't care all that much about the reporter. Well, he was a bit mad until I assured him that the reporter wasn't harmed badly.
"I know right!?~ The audacity of some people~" I said, while my mandibles held up my coffee cup. I used my hands to support my head lazily.
"Hey! What you did is still wrong. But I can understand why it was necessary. We can't have many people knowing about you being in this place." He said while sighing.
This is something I noticed just now, but why does this guy look so tired? I mean, I've only seen him like 3-4 times, and he always either looked like he wanted to die or like he was dying...
I guess being a teacher does have that effect on people. I remember making my teachers hate me all the time.
I did give up in the first year of high school though, I think that piece of news was a godsend to all of my teachers.
"I hope you understand that I will still inform Nezu of this," Aizawa said while looking at me with a serious gaze.
"I was going to tell him myself~ This isn't a good thing for UA. If people can randomly do that then my stay here will have to end sooner than expected~," I said while adopting a 'thinking' posture.
"That would be quite regretful. Nezu is still trying his best to negotiate some terms with the Government, but he can't do much while also shielding you." Aizawa is probably one of the closest to Nezu.
He knows this situation really well, and he's also doing his best to help in what way he can.
He was on that building exactly because Nezu had thought of that possibility. That someone might try to spy on UA during this period.
He wanted regular patrols to be held. Aizawa is one of the people assigned to check on the nearby buildings from time to time.
"I understand~ But it's fine regardless of that~ I can handle finding a place to sleep~," I said while playing with my own antennas.
"Besides~ A high school is a bit too public a place to hide me anyway~," I said while looking around me for a bit.
It's working now, but when the students are back here what am I supposed to do? Not leave my room? Nuh-uh.
Not happening, I can handle moving out and finding a place to stay until Nezu solves this problem. But I think he might not really be able to.
These fuckers seem to be quite fixated on me. It's also obvious why, but now they can use the excuse that I might be a danger to those around me.
The main argument they have is the casualties from my fight with All for One. The deaths of the villains before that incident weren't really a point of concern.
I think things are only going to get more annoying from here. Good thing I have my patented, 'running away' technique.
I can always make like a bird and migrate(fuck off) to a different country. I would go back to the USA if only to check and see if it's still a shit-hole. And if the rats in New York are still that big.
Oh well, I'll think about it.
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