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Flug stared at the small mouse-like creature sitting across from him, a figure clearly produced by prolonged experimentation and tribulation. It sat quietly sipping tea as the two of them sat in silence. He was already regretting the plan he had made to help their newest client, dreading the crawling realization of what side he was stuck on. If he were to make even the smallest of mistakes now, he’d be easily overpowered by the dozens of heroes that roamed around the school, if his boss didn’t get to him first. Suddenly, his attention was pulled back to the white-furred figure in front of him as the mouse set its now-empty teacup on the wooden table between them.
“I have looked over your qualifications, doctor. You seem to be overqualified to be looking for such a position here at UA,” it blinked at him, “may I ask why you chose to apply to this school?” Flug looked around hesitantly before answering, his gloved hands picking quietly at the bottom of his shirt.
“I suppose I would like to help in any way I can, even if it’s merely teaching sciences to the becoming heroes.” The mouse across from him nodded in understanding, a morbid curiosity plaguing the doctor’s mind as he thought about what experiments had allowed such a creature to become what now sat in front of him.
“Yes,” it spoke again, “I remember seeing that you don’t have a quirk, is that correct?” Flug hesitated before the creature continued, “Of course, we hire based on qualifications alone, so your quirk status has no effect on the hiring process, just clarifications is all.”
“That is correct.” He stumbles over his words, his eyes darting around the room for any hint of a recording device, the glare across his goggles shielding his eyes.
“Wonderful!” The mouse climbs off the couch to stand in front of him as he gets up, “If you would follow me, I can introduce you to the other teachers you’ll be working with during your time here!” He follows as the creature walks out of the office.
As they walked across the school grounds, a few students glanced or stared at them as they passed before whispering to each other when they thought he’d gotten out of earshot. Flug just sighed as they walked towards what looked like a large housing complex, with nearly identical buildings lined in neat rows. Then, just as quickly as he started, the figure in front of him stopped and knocked on the nearest building’s door.
The building was a slightly bigger version of the others that surrounded it, with two sizable rectangles on the sides and a shorter midsection with a set of double doors in the middle. Above the doors, a large sign sat with the word “Faculty” plastered across it. When the door finally opens, a taller man with long blond hair stares at them before grinning.
“You must be the new teacher!” His voice is loud, and Flug cringes at the man's theatrical excitement as he holds the door open for both him and the mouse to enter. Inside, more people are gathered on the couch, with a few stopping their conversations and turning their attention towards Flug and the furred figure.
“Hello, principal,” a dark-haired woman waves. He remembers reading about her: Midnight, the R-rated hero. “Whose this newbie?” The mouse walks over to a nearby stool and climbs on top before answering.
“This is Doctor Kenning Flugslys. He will be the new science teacher for the hero courses, as well as providing technical help if requested.” The other teachers made varying faces, a few looking him up and down, “I expect him to have no complaints about his treatment here.” Flug gave a small wave, making sure to determine who was in the room and who might be out at the moment. It seemed as though all of the hero course teachers had been gathered in the room, excluding one, All Might. Suddenly, the mouse turned back to him.
“I will leave you to settle in now,” he hopped off the stool, ”don’t be afraid to inform me of anything you might need, your bags should be in your designated room.” Then the creature turned and walked back out of the building, leaving Flug alone with the five pro heroes in the room.
“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor Flugslys. I’m Ken Ishiyama,” Cementoss holds out his large hand, “but you probably know me as Cementoss. I teach modern literature.” He stalls a bit before reaching out and shaking the blocky man’s hand. Looking behind the man in front of him, he sees Present Mic talking with Midnight, and who he could only assume was Eraser Head. Snipe sat reading a book on the other end of the couch, and finally, Vlad King sat on a seat to the right, giving a wave when they made brief eye contact.
“Uh, nice to-” he pauses, “nice to meet you, would it be alright if I head to my room. I’m a bit jetlagged still from my flight over.” He points towards the hallway at the end of the room before rubbing his gloved hand over his arm, inching closer to the hall.
“Of course!” Present Mic practically yelled, “Don’t want you falling asleep on the job tomorrow!” Midnight elbows him before giving a small wave, and a short “sleep well” is heard behind him as he quickly slinks down the corridor.
Only once he is finally alone does he straighten out, stretching his arms above his head as he walks over to a nearby desk and takes out a small notebook. After checking the room for cameras he takes notes on the heroes he’ll be working with over the next few months. Avoiding suspicion will be tedious, but it can be done. He just hopes that the more observant of the heroes will be fooled long enough for their plan to work, with as few hiccups as possible. He sets his pen down and stares at the almost empty room before taking out his phone and sending one message.
“Everything is going according to plan, Lord Black Hat, Sir.”