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🕑 Added 2025-10-25 17:30:31 +0000 UTCThe morning news cycle had achieved what yesterday's villain attack could not: complete media saturation.
Every channel. Every network. Every corner of the internet hummed with the same story, told and retold through a thousand different lenses.
[NHK - 7:00 AM]
The anchor's face was professionally neutral, but her eyes gleamed with barely contained excitement.
"—now confirmed that the author behind Japan's bestselling novel Avatar: The Last Airbender is seventeen-year-old Rei Takumi, currently enrolled as a first-year student at U.A. High School. The revelation comes following a security breach at Everblue Publishing late yesterday afternoon—"
The screen cut to footage of U.A.'s imposing gates, where a small crowd of reporters had already begun to gather despite the early hour.
"—U.A. High School, already in the spotlight following yesterday's unprecedented villain attack, now faces additional scrutiny as questions mount about student privacy and security protocols—"
[Hero Network News - 7:15 AM]
A panel of three commentators sat beneath harsh studio lights, their animated discussion punctuated by gestures and overlapping voices.
"—the timing is what concerns me," the first commentator was saying, a middle-aged woman with sharp features. "A major villain attack and then this leak, all within twenty-four hours? That can't be coincidence."
"You're suggesting the League of Villains orchestrated this?" The second panelist, younger and more skeptical, shook his head. "The breach originated from corporate servers. Unless you're implying they have hackers sophisticated enough to—"
"I'm implying we don't know enough to rule anything out," the woman cut in. "A teenage hero student who also happens to be a cultural phenomenon? That's a target. Multiple targets, actually—for villains, for media exploitation, for—"
"For paranoid conspiracy theories," the third panelist interrupted with a dismissive wave. "Look, the kid wrote a book. A good book, sure, but let's not pretend he's suddenly Public Enemy Number One. The real story here is how a seventeen-year-old managed to write something that sophisticated while preparing for U.A.'s entrance exam."
The screen split to show the book's cover alongside a photo of U.A.'s entrance.
"Sources close to the school confirm Takumi scored exceptionally high on both the written and practical portions of the exam, which raises the question—is his Quirk analysis-based? Enhancement-type? Could it have contributed to his writing ability?"
"That's speculation—"
"Everything's speculation at this point because nobody's talking! U.A.'s been silent, the publisher's been silent, and the family—"
[Social Media Aggregator - 7:30 AM]
The screen dissolved into a cascade of posts, tweets, and forum threads, each one adding another layer to the growing narrative.
@HeroWatcher847: "So we're just gonna ignore that this kid was MISSING for 10 years?? And came back and wrote a masterpiece?? What happened during those years??"
@QuirkAnalysis: "I've read Avatar three times. The psychological depth, the philosophical themes—there's no way a normal teenager wrote that without some kind of cognitive enhancement Quirk. U.A. needs to release his Quirk registry."
@LiteraryNerd2025: "Everyone's focused on his Quirk but I want to know about his writing process! How long did it take? Did he have help? Was it therapeutic after his disappearance??"
@SkepticalSam: "Calling it now—this is a publicity stunt. 'Mysterious amnesiac genius teenager' is too perfect. Everblue probably orchestrated the 'leak' themselves."
@DefendersOfPrivacy: "Regardless of how talented he is, this kid's personal information was STOLEN and distributed without consent. That's a crime. Why isn't anyone talking about that??"
The aggregator's trending metrics appeared in the corner:
#ReiTakumi: 4.2 million mentions
#AvatarAuthor: 3.8 million mentions
#UAStudent: 5.1 million mentions
#ProtectPrivacy: 892K mentions
[Local Musutafu Station - 7:45 AM]
The camera panned across a residential street that had transformed overnight into something resembling a small festival—if festivals were characterized by news vans, camera equipment, and dozens of people holding phones aloft.
"—Takumi family residence, where as you can see, quite a crowd has gathered since the story broke last night," the reporter was saying, her voice nearly drowned out by the ambient noise. "Local heroes have been called in to maintain order, but so far the family has made no public statement—"
Behind her, a cordon of traffic cones and yellow tape marked the boundary that police and a handful of lower-ranked heroes were struggling to enforce. The crowd pressed against it—not violently, but persistently, a mass of bodies united by curiosity and the promise of a story.
"—and joining me now is Backdraft, who's been coordinating the security response. Backdraft, can you tell us what the situation is like right now?"
The camera shifted to the water-themed hero, whose usual calm demeanor looked slightly strained.
"The situation is under control," he said carefully, "but we're asking everyone to please respect the family's privacy and maintain a safe distance. This is still a residential neighborhood, and—"
"Have you been inside? Have you spoken with the family?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss—"
"Is it true that Rei Takumi himself is inside right now?"
"Again, I can't—"
A surge in the crowd interrupted him, voices rising in excitement as someone spotted movement in one of the windows. Cameras swiveled, lenses focusing, but whatever had caused the commotion quickly disappeared from view.
The reporter turned back to the camera. "As you can see, tensions are high, and interest shows no signs of waning. We'll continue to monitor the situation and bring you updates as they develop. Back to you in the studio."
[U.A. High School - Official Statement - 8:00 AM]
The screen cut to a professional-looking graphic: U.A.'s logo beneath the words OFFICIAL STATEMENT.
A calm, measured voice—clearly pre-recorded—began to speak:
"U.A. High School is aware of the recent unauthorized disclosure of personal information concerning one of our students. We want to make it unequivocally clear that this information was obtained through illegal means and distributed without the consent of the student or their family.
"U.A. takes the privacy and security of all our students extremely seriously. We are working closely with law enforcement and relevant authorities to investigate this breach and ensure those responsible are held accountable.
"We ask that the media and the public respect our students' right to privacy during this difficult time. Any attempts to contact, photograph, or otherwise intrude upon our students or their families will be met with appropriate legal action.
"U.A. High School remains committed to providing a safe and supportive environment for all our students to learn and grow. We will not tolerate harassment, exploitation, or any actions that compromise their wellbeing.
"Thank you for your understanding and cooperation."
The statement ended. The screen lingered on U.A.'s logo for a moment before cutting back to the studio.
The anchor shuffled her papers. "Strong words from U.A. High School this morning, though notably absent from that statement was any direct confirmation of Rei Takumi's identity or any details about his enrollment status—"
[Everblue Publishing Headquarters - 8:15 AM]
The camera focused on a sleek corporate building, its glass facade reflecting the overcast sky. A small cluster of reporters had gathered at the entrance, their questions overlapping as a harried-looking spokesperson emerged.
"—can you confirm that the leaked documents are authentic?"
"—what security measures failed to prevent this breach?"
"—is Everblue considering legal action against those responsible?"
"—what about the author himself? Have you been in contact with—"
The spokesperson, a middle-aged woman in a crisp business suit, held up a hand. Her expression was professionally apologetic but visibly strained.
"Everblue Publishing deeply regrets the security breach that occurred yesterday," she began, reading from a prepared statement. "We are conducting a full internal investigation and working with cyber security experts to determine exactly how this happened and to prevent any future incidents.
"We want to emphasize that the information disclosed was obtained illegally and distributed without authorization. Our contractual obligation to protect our authors' privacy is something we take extremely seriously, and we are devastated that we failed to uphold that obligation in this instance.
"We are in close contact with the author's family and their legal representatives, and we will be pursuing all available legal remedies against those responsible for this breach. Additionally, we will be reviewing and strengthening our security protocols across all departments.
"That's all I can say at this time. Thank you."
She turned to leave, but the questions followed her retreat:
"What about compensation for the author?"
"Will you be releasing any additional statements?"
"Can you confirm whether this breach was targeted specifically at—"
The doors closed behind her, cutting off the barrage.
[Expert Analysis - 8:30 AM]
A new face appeared on screen: a woman in her forties with glasses and an air of academic authority. The caption identified her as Dr. Yumiko Satoru - Media Ethics Specialist.
"What we're seeing here," she was explaining, "is a perfect storm of public interest, ethical violations, and institutional responsibility. Yes, people are naturally curious about a teenage author who's achieved this level of success. But that curiosity doesn't override his fundamental right to privacy.
"The problem is that once information is out there—especially in today's digital landscape—it's almost impossible to contain. We can take down individual posts, issue cease-and-desist letters, pursue legal action, but the information has already spread. Millions of people have already seen his name, his face, details about his personal history.
"What concerns me most is the secondary victimization. This young man didn't choose to go public. His privacy was violated, his personal information was stolen, and now he's being subjected to intense public scrutiny that he never consented to. That's traumatic, especially for someone who's already experienced significant trauma in the past."
The interviewer leaned forward. "So what should happen now?"
"Ideally? The media would step back. The public would respect his privacy. The focus would shift from 'who is this person' to 'who violated his privacy and how do we prevent this from happening again.' But realistically..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Realistically, this story has too much momentum. It's going to continue dominating headlines for days, possibly weeks. The best we can hope for is that the institutions around him—his school, his publisher, his family—can provide enough support and protection to help him weather it."
[Live Footage - Takumi Residence - 8:45 AM]
The aerial shot showed just how thoroughly the situation had escalated overnight.
The crowd had grown. What started as a handful of reporters and curious onlookers had swelled into a mass of easily a hundred people, maybe more. News vans lined both sides of the street. Camera crews had set up on nearby rooftops. A few enterprising individuals had even brought ladders, trying to get a better view.
The police cordon had been reinforced with more heroes—Kamui Woods was visible near the corner, his branches creating a natural barrier. Death Arms stood near the front gate, arms crossed, radiating an aura of "do not test me."
And still they came. More reporters. More cameras. More people who just wanted to be part of the story, who wanted to say they were there when—
The camera zoomed in on the house itself. Curtains drawn. No movement visible. A fortress of normalcy besieged by curiosity.
"—situation remains tense but non-violent," the news helicopter reporter was saying. "Authorities are asking people to disperse, but as you can see, that message isn't getting through. We're told that additional security measures are being considered, including potentially relocating the family to—"
Inside the Takumi Residence
Click.
The television went dark.
Akira Takumi set the remote down with a weary sigh, her hand trembling slightly. She was still in her house clothes—she hadn't even had time to change before the chaos began—and her eyes were red-rimmed from a night with almost no sleep.
The living room felt smaller somehow, compressed by the weight of what was happening outside. The thick curtains blocked most of the view, but the ambient noise still filtered through: distant voices, the occasional shout, the constant low hum of too many people in too small a space.
Across from her, Aya Hoshino sat with her hands folded in her lap, looking like she'd aged a decade overnight. Her usually immaculate appearance was disheveled—wrinkled blouse, hastily tied hair, makeup that couldn't quite hide the dark circles under her eyes.
"Mrs. Takumi," Aya began, her voice hoarse, "I cannot... I cannot adequately express how deeply sorry I am for what's happened. The security breach, the leaked information, everything you and your son are now being subjected to—it's unconscionable. It's our failure, and I take full responsibility."
Akira was quiet for a long moment, staring at the blank television screen where her son's name and face had been displayed for the world to see.
"You couldn't have known," she said finally, her voice carrying a bone-deep exhaustion. "I knew this day might come eventually. I knew that if Ken's identity ever came out, there would be... attention. Interest. Questions." She laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "I just never imagined it would be like this."
From his position by the window—standing back far enough to not be visible from outside, but close enough to see the crowd—Ken Takumi let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"You think?" he said, his tone flat.
Both women turned to look at him.
He hadn't moved much since the news broke. Hadn't checked his phone—which had been ringing non-stop until his mother finally convinced him to turn it off. Hadn't looked at social media. Hadn't done much of anything except stand there and watch the circus grow.
His grey-black hair was disheveled, his expression unreadable. But there was something in his eyes—not quite anger, not quite resignation.
"Rei—" his mother started.
Aya swallowed hard. “I know words mean very little right now,” she said softly, “but please believe me when I say we’re doing everything in our power to fix this. The legal team has already filed injunctions to take down every post containing your information. We’re also cooperating with cybercrime units—”
Ken turned from the window with a tired expression. “That’s not going to stop the internet, Miss Hoshino. You can’t unring a bell.”
It was clear that he was unhappy with the current developments. Upon the release, dozens of reporters showed up last night at their doorstep.
Last night, there were at least thirty. By morning, there were even more. Now?
'So this is what Superstars feel like huh? Lucky me. I'm famous.'
He sighed internally.
"We can still hold those responsible accountable—"
He shrugged in response. "Won't change a thing."
Akira placed a hand on her son’s arm. “Rei,” she said gently.
He sighed. “I’m not blaming you. I’m just… I didn't expect things to go like this. Though what's done is done I guess.”
Akira exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose. “He’s right. What’s done is done. What we need now is a way forward.”
"The immediate concern is your safety," Akira said, gesturing toward the window. "That crowd isn't going to disappear just because we ask them to. And more will come. Once school resumes, once you try to go back to any kind of normal routine—"
"I know." He muttered pensively. "I've been thinking about that."
There was something in his tone that made both women look at him with renewed concern.
"Rei" his mother said carefully, "what are you thinking?"
"Well ..."
Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door.
All three of them froze.
Another knock, this one more insistent.
"Should we—" Aya started.
"I'll check," Ken said, moving toward the entrance.
"Ken, wait—if it's more reporters—"
"It's not."
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Nick Taylor
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