Sorry guys. This chapter took a lot more consideration than I originally thought would be needed.

For example, I had to think of which hero agency Nakano should be internshipping in, how to make the chapter stick together, what her hero name was gonna be and I also unintentionally started thinking about what to do for the next chapter.

As a lovely guest reader made me realize I also have to make certain that the other characters get development and don't end up as weak side-characters. (Thanks for that by the way)

Well, I don't even know if you read this, but I do know that I'm super thankful for the attention this story has gotten! It's one of my most popular ones so far :))

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I stand there, alone, in the hallway. I'm trembling.

It's been three days since the sports festival. I'm officially recovered.

I'm nervous though… what are my classmates gonna think?

The huge door is right in front of me. All I have to do is grab the handle and head inside, smile as if nothing ever happened and do that for the rest of the day. Easy.

I take a deep breath. A lot of people told me how the sports festival ended, plus it was on the news.

Apparently, Kacchan beat Todoroki who beat Izuku who beat Shinso. I'm still angry at myself for not being there. Apparently, something huge happened, but I'm not sure what...

Well, after a day of staying in the school infirmary, the police and teachers came and questioned me about what happened.

I briefly explained to them that a villain had infiltrated the arena and I had been attacked. I also gave out the details about her quirk, appearance, and the fact that her name or alias could be "Himiko". They thanked me and left me alone shortly after, which I was very grateful for.

Questioning is not one of my favorite things to do.

After that, I got to go home, where Mr. and Mrs. Iki worriedly took me back.

They asked me a lot of questions like if I was okay, if I wanted to quit U.A, if I was sure I wanted to go back to school, if everyone else was okay, and they also apologized for not being there.

I shrugged it off, we had a conversation about what happened, I told them everything was alright, and then I went to bed. I was so drained, it was insane.

I spent the next two days at home, doing the usual stuff after getting half a day of rest. Well, Mrs. Hanuki didn't want me to train, but I secretly did it when she wasn't near my room anyway.

I got lots of texts from classmates, but I ignored most of them at first. I really had to get my thoughts together.

Those couple of days flew by, and before I knew it, school started up again.

And now I'm here, back at school, about to walk back into the classroom. I take one last deep breath before pushing open the heavy door.

I look around. Everyone is there, including the ones who were injured during the sports festival. They all stare at me.

Absolute silence.

"Hey… it's me," I exclaim uncertain of what else to say in this situation.

… Silence.

"NAKANO!" Everyone comes running at me at once. My eyes widen.

They all look so relieved… but why? Were they worried about me?

'Well, this is certainly not what I expected…' I think.

I see a face I haven't seen in a while storm towards me.

"Uraraka!"

We hug tightly.

"I haven't seen you in forever! You were finally discharged from the hospital, huh?" I ask.

She nods vibrantly.

"Yeah, I'm happy to be up and running too!" She smiles back at me.

Our other classmates interrupt our conversation.

"Where have you been all this time? You just disappeared in the middle of the sports festival, and then you don't answer any texts or calls! We were worried you know!" Kirishima says.

'What?'

"Uh… sorry I guess?" I look over at Aizawa in confusion. He gives me this look off "we-haven't-told-these-guys-anything-so-you-better-keep-your-mouth-shut".

I understand it clearly.

"S-sorry. Some important family business came up," I lie.

"Really? You too?" Izuku asks me.

"Huh?" I question.

"Wait, don't tell me you haven't watched the news?" Momo asks. I shake my head.

"No, I haven't ever since they covered the sports festival. Why? Did something important happen?" I ask.

I can see my classmates all turn sad at once.

"Well… Ingenium, Iida's older brother was attacked by a villain during the sports festival. He had to leave early too," Tsu explains.

I feel my heart beating faster as my eyes widen once again. But this time out of shock.

"Oh no, is he alright?" I ask in a tone of concern.

"We don't know."

"He also killed 2 other heroes. It happened in Hosu city," Jiro explains.

"Do they at least know who the culprit is?" I ask.

"Yes, apparently it's a villain known as the hero killer, Stain," Izuku tells me.

My eyes widen. A long forgotten memory triggers in my mind.

Flashback:

I walk down the streets with a lollipop in my mouth as usual.

My hoodie is up.

'I've killed 3 people so far today. That means there's still 11 clients left. Man, what a pain,' I think as I sigh.

Suddenly, I walk past a large tv screen. The news are on. I quickly read the text displayed on the screen.

'Just another villain attack…' I think calmly as I start chewing on the hard candy.

A text pops up in bold letters.

"Stain," I read out loud, quietly.

'That's a name I haven't heard before,' I think. I shrug it off and continue on with my day.

That night, during dinner, I get curious.

I decide to ask my parents, considering they know most of the things going on in the underworld.

"Hey, have you ever heard about a villain named Stain?" I ask.

There's dead quiet. My parents both stopped moving.

Thinking that it's because they don't know, I continue speaking.

"I mean, he was on the news today, and since you guys know so many villains I just figured that you-"

I feel a very dark presence. Before I can even blink, my chair is tipped over and my dad has pinned me to the ground, his elbow digging into my chest.

He stares directly into my eyes. I know he's about to say something very serious.

"Meiha. Whatever you do, stay away from that man," he says.

"But why? I mean I was just-"

"DO NOT APPROACH THAT VILLAIN NO MATTER WHAT," he yells, surprising me.

My dad usually doesn't care about stuff like this, which is why this is so unusual.

I simply nod in reply as he stands up again.

'What was that about?' I wonder.

I shrug it off, forgetting what happened a couple of days later.

FLASHBACK END:

"Nakano?"

"Nakano!"

Someone snaps me back into reality.

"Huh? Sorry, I was lost in thought," I answer.

A second later the door to the classroom opens, and Iida walks inside. We all stare at him in silence for a couple of seconds. We don't really know what to say.

He signals us with a smile. A fake smile. 'He's definitely not okay,' I think. A voice interrupts my thoughts though.

"Well, we're all happy you're back," Todoroki says.

I stare at him for a while.

I briefly glance over him.

'Something's changed about him…'

"Todoroki?" I ask.

"Did something happen during the time I was away? You seem… different. In a good way."

That seems to surprise him along with a couple of my classmates.

"Really? I don't think so," Todoroki says.

'No, something's definitely different. But what?' I think.

"Maybe it's just my imagination then," I say.

I look around. Izuku is here too, standing right beside Kaminari.

'Hey, something's changed about him too… what in the world happened at the sports festival?' I think as I stare.

"Alright everyone, in your seats," Aizawa sensei interrupts.

We all sit down a couple of seconds later.

"Oh, Mr. Aizawa, your bandages are gone," Jiro comments.

"Yeah, the old lady went a little overboard with her treatment. Anyways, my condition isn't important."

"What's important is what we're gonna do today. Hero informatics."

The entire class silently panics. No one's that good at hero informatics yet.

...Silence.

"You're gonna pick out your code names. Time to chose your hero identities," He says.

"THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!" The entire class is immediately hyped up again.

"Quiet," Mr. Aizawa says in a firm tone, making us all stop at once.

"Normally students don't have to worry about this until their second or third year, but your class is different."

"In fact, by giving offers to first years like you pros are investigating your potential."

"Of course, any offers can be taken back if you don't prove worthy," Mr. Aizawa says.

"So what you're saying is, we still have to prove ourselves after we get recruited, right?" Izuku states.

Aizawa nods.

"Now, here are the totals for those of you who got offers."

A screen with a couple of our names and some numbers pop up behind him.

Listed as such:

Todoroki: 4123

Bakugou: 3556

Tokoyami: 360

Iida: 288

Kaminari: 108

Yaoyorozu: 94

Iki: 56

Kirishima: 25

Sero: 11

"It's been more spread out the last couple of years, but there's a pretty big gap this time," Aizawa-sensei says.

"Todoroki got the most offers?" Uraraka asks.

"Yeah, it's the opposite of how they placed in the sports festival. They probably weren't excited about working with the guy that had to be chained to the podium," Kirishima says.

"IF I SCARE THE PROS THEN THEY'RE JUST WEAK!" Kacchan yells.

I can't help but laugh.

I stare up at the screen. My laughter dies down shortly after.

'Izuku didn't get any…' I think back to the recorded version of the sports festival I watched on tv.

'HE made it to the finals, not me. I got offers, though he didn't…'

'They were probably not very excited about working with him, considering how he used his quirk,' I think as I look at him.

"Despite the results, you're all going to be interning with pros," Aizawa-sensei says.

"You already got to experience combat with real villains. Seeing how a pro works all up close and personal will help you earn experience for the future," he continues.

"That's why you'll need to take your codenames seriously or-"

"You'll have hell to pay later," A familiar voice interrupts as the door is swung open.

"Whoah, it's Midnight!" Some of the boys yell as the seductive looking teacher walks in through the door.

"What you pick today could end up becoming your codename for life, so chose wisely," She says.

A board and a marker are passed to me.

'Code names, huh?' I've actually never thought about what my hero name would be. I was so focused about fitting in and a bunch of other stuff that it never crossed my mind.

We're all given a couple of minutes to think about what we want to write.

"Now, who's ready to share?" Miss Midnight asks.

'Hold on, we're presenting our names?' I think. I actually haven't written anything down yet.

(I'm sure you all know which names everyone picked, but just in case you forgot, here's a list:)

Aoyama: Can't stop twinkling

Mina: Pinky

Asui: Froppy

Kirishima: Red Riot

Jiro: Earphone Jack

Shoji: Tentacole

Sero: Cellophane

Ojiro: Tailman

Sato: Sugerman

Kaminari: Chargebolt

Momo: Creati

Todoroki: Shoto

Tokoyami: Tsukoyomi

Mineta: Grape Juice

Koda: Anima

Uraraka: Uravity

"Alright now! Choosing names is going quicker than I expected."

"All we have left now is Bakugou, Iida, Iki- Oh and Midoriya of course," Midnight states.

'I really don't know..'

Suddenly, Iida steps up.

"Tenya," his board reads.

"You're using your real name too?" Midnight asks, referring to Todoroki.

He nods and goes back to his seat.

'Iida's spirit seems awfully down… it's not like him to pick such a bland name. I thought he'd pick something more…. fitting to his character.'

'Hmmmmm…'

Suddenly, my own words just click inside my head.

'I GOT IT!' I think as my hands rapidly start writing.

I step up.

"Stealth and combat hero, I'm X!" I proudly present.

Silence.

'Oh crap. Did I mess up?'

More silence.

"Mysterious! I LIKE it!" Midnight comments. I sigh out in relief.

I sit back down.

'The only two missing are Kacchan and Izuku,' I think.

I look at them both.

'What are you going to do now, Izuku, Kacchan.'

Suddenly, Izuku stands up and walks to the front of the class. But...

What's stands on his board utterly shocks me.

"Midoriya… are… are you sure that's the name you want?" Kaminari asks.

"Yeah remember, that could end up being your name forever," Kirishima asks.

His board reads the one name I thought I'd never have to hear from anyone but Kacchan ever again.

Deku.

'Why in the world would he use that name!? It's caused him so much humiliation. He does know that this is possibly going to be his permanent name, a name getting called on the street and on the news, right?!'

I find myself too shocked to argue about anything. Flashbacks of all the times that awful name hurt Izuku cloud my mind.

Kacchan yelling and screaming at the poor little boy...

"You're such a useless person, Deku!"

"I don't need you dumb help, Deku!"

"Just leave here already. Everyone knows the only reason you stay with us is that you're too big of a moron to be around anyone else, Deku."

"GO TO HELL, DEKU!"

"It'd be better if you weren't here, you stupid Deku!"

"Deku! I HATE YOU DEKU!"

"How dare you steal my spotlight!? You're just a useless Deku after all!"

"Huh? YOU'RE speaking up to ME? Of please, like you have any right, DEKU!"

"DEKU! DEKU, DEKU, DEKU, DEKU, DEKU!"

Suddenly, I'm forced to snap back into reality, as I hear Izuku's firm voice speak from the front of the class.

"Right… I'll admit it, I used to hate this nickname more than anything else."

"But.. I think."

"I think that."

"This name… can hopefully be turned into something that stands for what I fight for!"

"A certain someone taught me… that in order to be a real hero, you need to brave and stand up for yourself."

"And that's why… this has to be it!"

The class is in complete silence. I see a couple of people utter a smile from their lips, meanwhile, my thoughts are left so jumbled, I don't know whether to smile, cry or be angry.

Izuku seems to be totally fine with everything though, so I keep my mouth shut.

A familiar voice interrupts my deep thoughts.

"Alright, now that everyone has decided on a hero name, I'll give you the last details about your internships. They'll all be lasting for 1 week."

"As for who you'll be working with, those of you who were on the board will choose from the offers you got."

"The rest of you will be interning at another agency, who have willingly signed up to take interns from your class."

"There are about 40 agencies to choose from, so think carefully about this. Every hero agency has a different specialty, find one that suits the kind of hero you're aiming to be," Aizawa says.

"Yes, sir!" The whole class says.

Then, the lunch bells rings.

Everyone instantly starts talking about where they want to intern. Me, having not really thought this through, start wondering about some stuff.

"Hey, Nakano, which kind of agency do you plan to go to?" I hear Uraraka asking.

"Well… somewhere that focuses on combat, stealth and working in the shadows I guess.."

"Seriously? You're so strong though, why not hit it big?"

"Well, I've never really been good in the spotlight…Too many people, paparazzi, and other worthless time wasting problems Besides…. there's someone else, who needs to take the top spot. That isn't my place to be in," I say with a confidant.

Uraraka blinks quickly, having not understood what I meant completely. It takes a couple of seconds, but then everything clicks.

"Oooooh. I get what you mean now," she says, clapping her hands together.

"We've got into the weekend to turn in our offers…" I glance down at my sheet of paper. A LOT of agencies are written down, but none that really catch my eye.

"Hmm…"

"Hey, where's Iida?" I ask as I look at his empty seat.

"Maybe he already went home?"

"Yeah right, Iida's totally a person who would rush home without saying goodbye to his friends," I say as I roll my eyes.

Uraraka's expression turns sad. She's thinking the exact same thing I am.

'Something about his brother is definitely off…' I think as I close my eyes. Izuku walks up to us.

"Hey, Uraraka, Nakano, let's walk home together," He asks.

We look at each other.

"Alright, but let me pack my things," I say. Uraraka nods. After a few minutes of gathering up our stuff, we head towards the entrance.

"I need to stop by a bank on the way home. I promised I'd do some errands on the way home, so you guys can go on ahead without me," I say, as we start walking.

"It'll only take a couple of minutes, right? We'll wait," Uraraka says. Izuku nods.

"Well, if you insist," I add.

As expected, we walk home talking over usual stuff. Heroes, villains, school, free time, you know, normal things.

A couple of minutes later, we reach that bank, and I get in line as a normal citizen should. Uraraka and Izuku are talking to each other in the back, meanwhile, I'm holding the piece of paper in my hands that Mr. Iki gave me.

It reads that if I would so nice as to go to the bank, withdraw some money from the family's account, go do some shopping, then it would be lovely. I shake it off, thinking I don't have anything better to do anyway.

The line in front of me is slowly getting shorter. I tap my foot on the ground. Suddenly, I sense a dark aura.

Hastily, I turn around, looking for what I assume is a villain. Though I see no one suspicious.

I look in front of me and see a man in baggy street clothes, a hat, and a backpack on. One of his hands are in his pocket, and I feel a slightly dark aura rise off him.

It doesn't take long to put the pieces together.

"Izuku!" I say as quietly as possible. The confused teen comes over to me, and replies quietly.

"What is it, Nakano?"

"That man over there, I think he has a gun and is planning to rob the place," I whisper as quietly as I can.

His expression turns into a serious one, and he glares at me with sharp eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Go tell Uraraka," I say. He nods and goes to tell her.

I slowly back out of the line and go join my friends.

"What do we do?" Uraraka asks. She seems a little scared, but her face has a look of determination.

"We can't fight, not here. There are normal citizens. We'll have to be careful about how we do things," I say.

"Yeah, and besides, we'll get in trouble if we intervene, we're not licensed heroes yet," Izuku ads.

He's right. Technically, even though we're U.A students, we're not allowed to take any action. But there aren't any police or heroes to be spotted anywhere near us. We have to do something.

"You guys prioritize the citizens. I'm the one with most combat experience, so I'll hold him off until police arrive," I say.

"Are you sure? It could be dangerous," Uraraka says. Izuku nods to show that he agrees.

"I'll be alright. I'll call for backup if I need it, okay?" I say. They both nod. Right we're about to finish, the security shutters go down.

After not even 10 seconds, everyone is locked in the building. I look over at the counter, the thug is pointing his gun at the receptionist.

"Damn you! I told you to just put the money in the bag quietly!" He turns to everyone and points the gun directly at the shaking lady's head.

"Nobody move, or she's dead!" He yells.

I look back and see Uraraka already calling the police in silence. Everyone in the room is clearly terrified.

There are a lot of people, and it's a cramped space, I'll have to be careful. I look at Izuku. I nod at him, he nods back.

Hiding my presence, and making sure that I'm dead silent, I dash up behind him so quickly that I know he won't be able to see me.

"Put the gun down," I command him. Shocked, he jumps in the other direction and stares at me with wide eyes.

"Who the hell are you? And where did you come from!?" He yells., I glare at him with calm eyes. One of the most important things when fighting is not to show fear. Fear is a weakness, and your opponent will use the fact that you're scared to their advantage. That's what I've been taught.

"Hold on, you're a U.A student, judging from the uniform. So, trying to play hero, little missy?" He says, letting his guard and gun down.

"I will not allow you to hurt any of the people, nor get away with the money you stole. Surrender now, the police is already on the way," I say, my eyes turning more serious.

"Me? Surrender to a little brat like you?" He starts bursting into hysterical laughter. I keep staring at him, same dead serious glare locked on my face.

He stops laughing as soon as he realizes that I'm serious.

"Hold on, you're not kidding, are you?" He says, a trace of laughter still in his voice.

I keep glaring, eventually making him realize that I'm about to jump at him. He points the gun at me, making the people around us scream.

"Little brats who try to play heroes should learn their lesson," He says, pulling the trigger.

Everything happens so quickly. All the people around us close their eyes, scream and hold onto each other, expecting the bullet to hit me.

Though, everyone is in for quite a surprise.

"What the hell!?" The thug yells. I'm standing the exact same place I was a second ago, my hand clutched around something.

Smoke is rising from my palm, and as I open it, a small, metal object falls from my hand and lands on the floor with a loud sound.

I caught the bullet. My eyes turn even more serious, as I prepare for my counterattack.

The thug looks annoyed at me, and we eventually make eye contact. Suddenly, his gaze goes from slightly mad to absolutely mortified.

"No way in hell… you… how… no…. not here. IM NOT PREPARED TO DIE HERE!" He screams, confusing me, along with everyone else in the room.

I hear police sirens outside the door, meaning that they're probably trying to figure out how to deactivate the security system.

He backs away slowly, clearly afraid of me. I'm extremely confused until I notice the tattoo on his palm.

Something clicks in my mind.

7 years ago, I was sent out to eradicate a group of rebels, rebelling against a company that was apparently run by fraud.

The company paid the required price, and I went there, killing what I thought to be every member. I noticed the tattoo they all had but thought nothing of it.

It didn't slip my mind that one of the members would survive.

This was bad. This guy could reveal my real identity in front of the public, and my friends.

"I'm out of here!" He yelled, storming in the other direction.

Me, still having a lot of thoughts going through my mind, was too slow to stop him. He threw another bullet at the metal shutters, causing a small explosion.

Everyone screamed, and the entire room filled with smoke. Though as it cleared up, I could through the hole that the thug had created see, that he was turning himself in. I sigh a sigh in relief.

But it's not over. The explosion broke free one of the support pillars, and the entire building was about to collapse. Absolute chaos broke out.

I look desperately over at my friends.

"Izuku! Uraraka! We have to get everyone out of here, QUICK!" I yell. I see them nod. I run over and rip in the shutters, making the hole much larger and assessable.

Meanwhile, people are escaping, Uraraka is supporting the build with her quirk the best she can, while I'm helping people escape by creating more openings.

Suddenly, a large piece of rubble is about to crash onto a little girl, who is sitting helplessly on the floor.

'Crap! I won't make it!' I think.

"SMAAASHH!" I hear a familiar voice yell, and before I know it, the piece of rubble crashing down from the ceiling is obliterated, and the girl is safe.

I see Izuku standing there, a determined look plastered on his face.

"Get out of here, quick!" He yells. The little girl nods scarred and rushes towards the nearest exit.

Things continue like this for a minute or so, until we're the last persons in the building.

"Uraraka, Izuku! Let's get the hell out of here!" I yell as they nod without hesitation. We all storm towards the hole in the wall, as the building collapses on top of us.

Luckily, we make it out in time.

We're all out of breath, and sweating from the pressure we just went over. Though, as we come outside, a crowd of people is cheering and clapping.

We look at each other and smile exhausted. Today had been an eventful day.


OH MI GOSH FINALLY DONNE! This took me like, forever to write, because a lot of stuff came up. You know, my birthday, family things, school, normal stuff.

Welp, I know this wasn't the most exciting chapter ever, maybe it feels rushed, maybe it doesn't, I don't know. :b

What else was there… Oh yeah! I'm not abandoning this story guys, don't worry! There's just a couple times when more important stuff comes up, you know how it is. I promise I'll try to improve as much as possible, so stick around. (Maybe, Pwease.)

A little warning, maybe there's gonna be some plot holes, but please don't judge, I have a lot to keep track of.

That's all I think, and thanks for being patient!

Next up: The Hero killer, Stain