The first thing we do is go to the agency and drop off all our stuff in the room we're staying in. Were then instructed to change into our costumes - we're not allowed to wear them in public without our mentor was the detail Aizawa didn't mention before we left.

Once ready, Ochako and I go down to meet up with Gunhead again. He's taking us out on patrol and then will talk us through what we'll be doing for the week.

"You guys ready."

"You betcha!" Ochako says enthusiastically.

"Alrighty! Let's go."

I mockingly shake my head at Ochako. "'Speak properly, Miss Uraraka, mind your manners'."

She laughs. "Just because you got told off."

Around us, buildings tower up into the sky. I've only been to Tokyo a few times, none of them of them recently. The streets bustle with people, a lot of them staring at us, as we walk down the street.

"Basically, my job is to get a handle on crime, okay? When something bad happens, the police call me for help. Each district sends their requests in batches, see? I then write up reports on how useful I was in catching the bad guys and saving people. Once the specialty organisation does their little exam to see if I'm being honest or not - you'd be stupid to lie - I get paid. Most of my work is on commission."

Gunhead's work is very different from Aizawa's. There's something pleasant about doing patrols like this, key thing being that it's during the day.

"Patrols like this aren't just to look for crime. It's so let potential criminals know of our presence and put the idea of breaking the law out of their heads. It's to put civilians at ease too."

Another difference.

Our schedule for the week is fairly simple. Each morning, we go on patrol, then spend up till two o'clock training with Gunhead. After lunch, he goes to sort out the day's paperwork and we are to continue training. At six, we go on evening patrol and finish for the day. If Gunhead is called out, we are to accompany him, but not to get involved.

Ochako is practicing punching on a punch bag as Gunhead talks to me.

"Kurono, haven't had the chance to say, but you've really grown since the last time I saw you."

I groan. "Let me guess, you were on that committee thing too?"

"Yep!"

"It's like every Pro I meet was on that thing."

"Did Eraserhead never tell you who was on it?"

I shake my head. "Nope, only that there was one."

"Oh, well, I will. The meeting was held by the police. Ten Pros were brought in to discuss, well, y'know, you, and then a large amount of Pros found out either through formal or informal conversations, in case you…in case Eraser's rehabilitation of you didn't work."

"In case I started killing everyone."

"Yeah. These Pros, they were Best Jeanist, Midnight, Ingenium, Snipe, Ryukyu, Principal Nezu, Present Mic, Eraserhead - obviously - then me and er...Endeavour, he was there too."

"Endeavour?"

"Yeah, he was very quick to assume you were a criminal and a danger actually."

My face becomes a moody mixture of confusion and disgust. "What the hell?!" No wonder he was such a piece of shit when we last met, a summing I was a killer.

"I know! It seems he hasn't changed his mind, given his attitude at the Sports Festival - you were great by the way."

"Thanks."

"I mean it. Eraser's taught you some serious fighting skills and you know how to use your Quirk well in correspondence with them."

"Thank you! I-" But before I can finish, a foot lands smack against the side of my face, and I crumple to the floor. "Er, ow! What was that for?!"

Gunhead laughs. "Also means that I don't have to go as easy on you. You're much more adept at fighting than Uraraka, so I won't be holding back against you."

I let my head fall back against the floor and groan. Thanks Aizawa…

I plod over back to Ochako as Gunhead decides to teach us a new technique.

"I'll be teaching you how to take down opponents larger than yourself - like me. Because you both have quite slender builds - even if you are quite tall, Kurono - this will be especially useful for you."

Demonstrating on me, as I go to grab towards him, Gunhead grabs my own arm and, with a soft tug, I fall forwards from my own momentum. Once my balance is lost, he steps to the side and kicks me on my calf. I collapse to the ground and he puts me in an arm lock. What just happened?!

"You want to think about two things: balance and weight. Don't let your opponent have the advantage, get into their space, make it yours and stay there. Now you're both going to practice this until it becomes second nature."

We both collapse onto the sofa in one of the back lobbies, with our room behind the door at the back. It's the end of the day, we've just finished our first day of training and come back from evening patrol.

"Ugh, I ache so much!" Ochako sighs as she spreads out across the cushions, placing her helmet on the floor.

"I know right! I thought training with Aizawa was bad, but I'm already seizing up."

"I wonder how everyone else is getting on?" Ochako says as she pulls out her phone. I look at mine too - I've not checked it all day. As well as a long conversation on Those Damn Nerds about how placements are going, I've also got a message from Yamada, hoping I arrived safely and-

Oh. Four messages and sixteen missed calls from Aizawa...I was meant to call him when we arrived…

"Oh shit, I forgot to call Aizawa!"

Ochako suddenly sits up. "I need to call my parents too!"

We start dialling numbers into our phones furiously. "Argh, we're terrible people!"

"Hello? Hi, it's Kurono."

'Kurono! Didn't I tell you to call me?'

"Yeah...my bad, I kinda forgot and haven't looked at my phone all day…"

'Kurono, I swear, one of these days… How are you anyway?'

"Oh, I'm fine. Actually, I'm great, everything here is so bright and busy, and Gunhead is actually really friendly and not a psycho-killer like I first thought, and the patrols were so much fun, and training is like, super intense. I'm learning so much already."

I can hear Aizawa's soft laughter from down the phone, the soft laughter that always remains just that, a mild expression of warm amusement, never exceeded. 'I'm glad you're having fun.' His tone then returns to its usual cold harshness. 'You are studying still, right?'

"Yes, and I'm making lots of notes and everything." I roll my eyes.

'Did you just roll your eyes?'

"No." Am I that predictable? Does he know me that well?

'Well, like I said, glad to see you're the safe. I won't keep you any longer. Keep me updated through the week.'

"Will do."

'Make sure you don't stay up too late.'

"You're worrying again."

'I don't worry, don't be so ridiculous.'

I laugh. "Speak to you later."

"Yep."

"Bye."

"Bye."