When Aizawa walks into the meeting room, the first thing he sees is Majima staring into space, with Yamada patting him on the back consolingly.
"It was orientation, Yamada." The man says.
Yamada chuckles. "We were there."
"They blew something up during orientation."
"Who?" Aizawa interjects, one eyebrow raised.
"Hey, Sho! How many students did you expel?" Yamada greets cheerfully.
"One." Aizawa keeps his gaze on Majima. "Who blew something up at orientation?"
"Ah, two girls, I think their names were Mei Hatsume and Ao Watsuki?"
Though Aizawa will never admit it, he's slightly impressed. The 'impressed' quickly turns to mildly terrified as he realizes what might happen if the rat got his hands on them.
"Keep those two away from Nedzu at all costs. It's bad enough that he surely saw them at orientation, we don't need him meeting them."
"As if we could stop him if he wanted to," Snipe mutters.
"Alright!" Yamada says, rather loudly. "Let's get to the fact Sho only expelled one student this year! You must like them, huh?"
Aizawa sighs. "Nineteen of them showed potential. One didn't. That's all the information you need."
Yamada grins. "Ah, but I do need more information! Any problem children this year? Anyone who you think might accidentally destroy the school?" Aizawa pauses. He does have a kid who surprised him, a rare feat, but he didn't really think...
"It's not the kid that'll destroy the school, it's his pets." He says, against his better judgement.
Yamada's eyes sparkle. "Pets?! You let someone bring their pets into your class and you didn't expel him on the spot?!"
"Yes, they looked kind of like cats, now shut. Let the other teachers talk."
Kan sighs. Loudly. "Exactly what I was going to say! That's enough about 1-A, let's talk about 1-B!" Aizawa rolls his eyes (subtly, of course, if Yamada saw he didn't know what he would do).
"I've got some real troublemakers this year! This one kid said something about how '1-A thinks they're so cool, skipping orientation.' That one's gonna be a handful, I think!"
Aizawa almost rolls his eyes again, because Kan obviously doesn't know what constitutes a 'handful'. Actually, it might be funny to swap classes for a day (later in the year) and see how he fares against his class. Even though Aizawa doesn't actually know any of his students yet, he can feel their inner chaos when he looks at them.
"Oh, and there's one kid with green skin who radiates this energy, almost like they're from another world." Several of the teachers chuckle at this. "They're very... Energetic." Kan finishes.
"Ooh! Ooh! Me next!" Yamada shouts, jumping up and waving his hand. "I've got some real cool listeners this year! Two of them became 'not friends' almost as soon as they started talking to each other, so that's always fun! Actually, Sho, one of them really reminds me of you!"
Aizawa huffs. He doubts there are any students even remotely like him in this entire school.
"Hang on," Majima interjects. "Kan, you said that one of your students has a strange energy? Do they have a symbol on their forehead? Or not, no, that's stupid, forget I said anything."
"Ah," Kan says. "Yes, actually."
Majima pauses. "Brightly colored skin? Kind of wide, black eyes?"
"Yes. Maybe they're non-identical twins?" Kan suggests.
Yamada is silent, something that is extremely rare. Finally, he pipes up. "I have a listener like that too. Although his eyes are white, not black."
The room feels as if all the inhabitants are thinking. Which, they are.
"...Huh." Kan murmurs. "I wonder if there's any more like them? They have to be related, right? They could have more siblings?"
Aizawa decides to intervene. "Speculating about this is irrational. People have similar quirks."
"But... More siblings?" Kan whispers. "I'll prove it." No one hears this.
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Private broadcast:
Unparalleled Innocence, Chasing Wind
UI: hey Winds?
CW: yes?
CW: any leads on the case?
UI: no, but I think I just sneezed.
CW: same, actually.
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A/N: this one's really short. Or so I feel like.
If it wasn't obvious, Ao Watsuki is Moon!
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