The Emperor's Dragon

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Aizawa hated the Sport's Festival. The noise. The people. The teenage dramas. But there were a few things he didn't mind about it. He had to admit that some of the matches could give those staff who cared to look a good insight into a student's capability and he, if he got the right room, he could nap for most of the time.

So it wasn't completely bad, but it was tending towards bad. At least he hadn't got announcer duties this year, for any year level. Nemuri was pretty salty that she had, and for the first years but these were the duties of a UA teacher.

With the matches done it was time he put in an appearance at the Teacher's Lounge or the rat would send someone to find him... probably All Might. He didn't need that. He wriggled his way to the door. It was interesting. This room was one of the ones closest to the stadium and no one had used it. It was good that way. He assumed everyone thought it was already occupied and saved him from having to find somewhere to nap deeper in the bowels of the stadium.

Aizawa nudged the door open and then froze. There were three people in the corridor and from the way they were standing they weren't moving. He didn't feel like trying to inch past them. And he was somewhat interested in their conversation. Watching the Sports Festival could give insights into who their students were, but so could listening in on what they thought were private conversations. Besides, he was somewhat interested in these students. It wasn't every day a Management Student got to the final and then withdrew! And the heroics girl had done remarkably well against Bakugou. Far better than he'd originally pegged her as doing.

"Little Dragon!" She seemed relieved.

The Management Student smiled at her. It looked a bit pale. "I'm sorry," he said as he came up to his friends.

"What for?" That was the General Studies student. Some would say he was simply lucky to have gotten to the tournament round and maybe he was but he'd won one match himself so he had some ability.

"I should have stayed to watch your matches," he explained.

The girl waved off the explanation. "Are you alright?" she asked earnestly.

Aizawa remembered the conversation he'd heard at the entrance exam so it didn't take much to put two and two together. The kid had encountered All Might.

"I'll be fine," the boy said.

She didn't look convinced. The other teen looked even less convinced.

"I will be fine," the Management student, Mitei Chui repeated. "It's just... I know Toxic Chainsaw is why dad is injured but..." He huffed. "I guess a part of me blames All Might." He looked to the ground when he said that.

It was a very interesting sentiment. Aizawa was surprised to hear it. He thought the only people who hated All Might were villains, whose opinions didn't count and those who were jealous. Or those who thought he was too much of a showboater.

"It's okay, Little Dragon," the girl said.

"If he hadn't gone after Toxic Chainsaw in the middle of the day in the business district," the blue haired boy said... There were a lot of ifs there but Aizawa couldn't help but agree to at least some of them. He knew though that All Might hadn't been going after Toxic Chainsaw. There was some other villain... and from what Scarab had hinted at, that other villain was one who hid himself with the civilian population. Given the location he was probably a very respected businessman and Chui's father had simply been collateral damage. There may not have been another time or place to go after the real villain.

But... that didn't make it easier on people like the kid.

He shook his head, before reaching up to sweep his curls out of his eyes. "Anyway, enough of that. How did your matches go?" His eyes were intent.