There stood the man himself. Leaning down over desks - wiping clean the hidden grime that his students unknowingly left behind.

He values cleanliness above all else. Merely thinking of a single germ makes the brunette quiver with slight disgust. But it couldn't be helped. After all—the world would always be dirty.

It riled him up to no end. No one's clean not even himself...

Either way, all that can be thought of in the moment is the task at hand.

The purity of his classroom.

The 'cleansing' would've gone by much faster if all *eight of his teaching assistants were here. Yes, all eight.

Chronostasis was off helping Hound Dog in guidance counseling.

Nemoto was helping with the second and third year's gym classes. Let's not even think of all the others. It would give him a headache.

Simply, all eight of his assistants were assigned to other teaching duties around UA. Leaving him alone to his usual deep cleaning.

Overhaul, much like Aizawa—is a special case in U.A. High school. His teaching methods are way too efficient—effective, and sufficient to be let go. It's why Principal Nezy won't let him quit.

He and Aizawa remain in the same boat.

Grunting into his mask. He can be seen cleaning with irritation. Not that he's mad at his students. The mere presence of germs is enough to make the teacher 'lock in.' Breach spray in hand, vinegar, ammonia, everything cleaning-wise you could think of. Here the man was. Using them all with care and calculation.

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