like I said I wasn't sure on the name but ehh I'm too lazy to keep searching anyway

I'm sorry everybody, Honestly I've been super busy… and I've become one of those authors. Pray for me people.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Hiroko

— Picking names—-

The sound of her heels clicking through the classroom reflected in the way her hips moved as she walked. Her voice brought everyone's attention to where she stood, no doubt enjoying the attention.

"What you pick today could be your code name for life," she put her hands over her head, showing off her perfect physic. "You better be careful, or you'll be stuck with something utterly indecent."

I looked at the teacher as she walked by, a lack of awe written clearly across my face.

"It's Midnight," the class said collectively, my voice considerably less enthusiastic.

She was a cool teacher, and I had to say I was jealous of her long hair, but I was still pissy about the Sports Festival.

"Yeah, She's got a good point," Mr. Aizawa agreed. "Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte."

I snorted quietly, remembering that Present Mic gave him the name, which I had learned from the report Katsuki and I wrote last month.

Did we ever get a grade on that?

"The name you give yourself is important, it helps reinforce your image and shows what kind of heroes you want to be in the future." Mr. Aizawa looked us all in the eyes as he spoke, his usual emotionless tone carrying seriousness. "A codename tells people exactly what you represent. Take 'All Might' for example."

The shuffling of boards filled the now quieter classroom. I accepted the whiteboards that were being passed back; looking thoughtfully at the marker and board. My mood grew somber as I followed suit and gave Sero the rest.

I had thought about my hero name when I was a kid, like everyone else, but now it was real, and I wanted a real message or meaning behind it.

But what did I want it to mean?

The reason I wanted to become a hero was to protect people. To rescue others who had been hurt, beaten, or kidnapped. I… I wanted to save them from the wicked villains who had caused them to tremble.

I wanted to protect.

To save those little kids who had been trapped.

To be someone that embodied security.

To be a guardian.

The problem was, I didn't know how to say that in a name. And I didn't want to be 'The Symbol of Peace'. Just a hero that would… That would save. That would rescue, that would protect.

Other issues came up with my Quirk: many heroes used their Quirks as inspiration for their name. Or they thought of something creative, using a metaphor or something that would catch an agency's attention.

I sighed and looked up; glancing at Katsuki, wondering if he had his name picked out yet.

I couldn't tell from where I was sitting, but his marker moved briskly across his board. A very ugly face reflected back at it. It took me a minute to realize that his anger was because he had fewer offers than Todoroki, which made sense and he knew it. Because he acted all crazy the other day, he wouldn't get as many people interested in him.

And he had yelled at me.

I scoffed again, rolling my eyes at his actions, before looking around quickly. Hoping I wouldn't offend someone - him more specifically. I set back to work, looking back down at the board in hand.

"Now students," Midnight began again after a few more minutes of silence and brainstorming. She ignored our sleeping teacher as he lay propped up against the wall. His signature sleeping bag encompassed his form. "Who among you is ready to share?"

I hissed in response, looking around to see everyone else was just as surprised and unwilling to present our names. I looked back down at the name I'd written; It couldn't be as bad as I thought it was…?

Aoyama walked up, a prideful smile adorning his features, and placed his board on the podium in front of us. "Hold your breath," He smiled, lifting his board in a dramatic display. "The Shining Hero. My name is 'I can not stop twinkling'. Mon amis. You can't deny my sparkle."

…

I quickly clamped my lips shut. Completely aware that if I laughed I'd be told off for it, and I knew deep down it was rude. But… could you blame me though?

I can't believe you would be that mean to a friend, and yours isn't much better

I so don't feel like dealing with my conscience today, so please, Leave.

Ms. Midnight walked to him, grabbing his board and marker and writing out her own Idea. Reducing his hero name to 'Can't Stop Twinkling'

"It's stunning," Aoyama agreed, leaving the rest of the class in confusion.

"She likes it?" I heard a few whispers, making me wonder the same thing. Of course, It suited him perfectly, but the name was… definitely out there.

It continued like this, each student going up, most of them being accepted or slightly edited by the R-Rated Hero. I personally liked Mina's 'Alien Queen' but when that was vetoed, 'Pinky' came up and it still worked.

Tsuyu went after Mina, announcing that her hero name would be 'Froppy' The Rainy Season Hero, something that I noticed also suited her well. It definitely made me start to question whether my name was good enough, but…. I was tired of trying to think.

Kirishima was the Sturdy Hero: Red Riot. Jirou chose the Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack. Sero was Cellophane, the Taping Hero. I also liked Kaminari's - Chargbolt, the Stun Gun Hero. And Todoroki… Shoto.

Just… Shoto.

I sighed and watched Koda sit back in his seat, his cheeks warming because of the attention he had to receive. The blond boy beside me stood up, stomping his way toward the front. He still looked angry and even more like a delinquent, now that I had taken his jacket. I'm sure that was his plan all along since he never wears his tie in the first place.

My face grew warm at the thought; the reason he didn't have his jacket was because he had given it to me. It made me question why, but it was still better than sitting around and having Iida yell at me for 'ruining Midoriya's innocence' and all that.

Bakugo confidently held up his sign and my eyes shifted over the words as he read them aloud.

"King Explosion Murder."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" I cackled. My laughter was the only sound I could register as McBlasty glared from his podium. But soon my eyes grew blurry from tears, and the only thing I could concentrate on was how ridiculous his name was. "You- "

I wheezed, unable to finish.

He'd been so confident. No hesitation… how…

I shook my head in astonishment, truly wondering how such a person even existed.

"I'm gonna say that one's a little too violent," Midnight proceeded, otherwise ignoring my outburst.

"Huh?" He questioned, making me laugh harder. "Whaddaya mean?!"

"Why don't you be Explosion Boy?" Kisrihsima added. His commentary not helping my situation in the slightest.

Katuski turned back to him, his eyes going in the usual 'I'll kill you fashion' and he pointed at the redhead.

"You shut up weird hair!" He yelled. "Why don't we go outside and I'll show you exactly why murder should be in my name! You too, Braids!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" I mocked. Now Kirishima and Kaminari were laughing, and when I turned to look at them, they both met my eyes before another assault of laughter took hold of us.

Hands tightened around my training uniform, the action expected as I vaguely remember the boy angrily walking over here. At least I had enough sense to try and hold back my snickering.

"I'll kill you, Nerd!" He growled menacingly, eyes flaming with irritation.

"You gonna throw me in your dungeons, your Highness?" I flinched the moment I said it, a nasty memory floating to the surface of my mind.

I quickly shook the feeling off, however, and put a tight smile back on my face, no longer feeling like teasing the boy. But of course, I'd do it anyway… it was my duty.

His eyebrows twitched before he loosened his grip and threw my back into my chair. I coughed when I hit the seat, but was otherwise glad that it was over. Despite his attitude, the 'you're beneath me and not worth my time', toward everyone, I'd noticed he was a lot more observant than he'd like to admit. The time I'd been to his house gave me a prime example.

"This is the name I thought of," Uraraka said, and my head snapped up. " Uravity." She blushed and looked down at her board, but Ms. Midnight's encouragement had her smiling again. She walked back to her seat and I stood up, seeing that I was supposed to be next.

I tucked the board to my side, using the fact that it couldn't get much worse than 'King Explosion Murder' to ease my nerves. How this was more nerve-wracking than some of the stuff that happened at the sports festival? I wasn't sure.

"I was gonna go with…" I paused, showing my board when I had reached the podium upfront. "The Enhancing Hero, Generous Guardian."

It didn't feel like a special name, something that I'd only just come up with. And hopefully, I'd be able to live up to the Guardian part of it.

"It works well with your Quirk," Midnight cooed, and I smiled before making my way back to my seat. "And to be honest, choosing names has gone faster than I thought it would. All we have left is young Bakugo, who needs to rethink his-" I smirked to myself but kept my mouth shut. ".. and Iida. Oh and Midoryia too."

Iida went up next, showing the class that he would just be Tenya, like Todoroki had decided.

After he went Kuku, declaring his name to be Deku. I was beyond surprised that he would choose that name, especially since it wasn't a very nice term. But the more I had thought about it, the more I realized he'd said something about the meaning changing before when we fought our first hero mock battle.

That felt so long ago, but in reality, only a few weeks had passed. Weird how time seems to slow down when you're fighting villains, running from hot-headed classmates, and training for a festival that's gonna leave you with soars, scars, and singed hair that's too damaged to cut. Not to mention fans that want to ship you with a crazy boy, albeit an attractive boy, and give them sweaters with pictures that clearly will get around to your father. Oh and my favorite part, the fact that Mr. Aizawa took away my choice of choosing my own agency for the internships.

That's what his punishment for me was when he'd realized I was the one who hit a hero. I still think that it was completely unfair, especially with the knowledge, now, that it would be an important decision for my future as a hero. With my luck and Mr. Aizawa's insistence on making sure everyone in this class absolutely despises his way of teaching, I'd end up with some guy who'd make my week all about being respectful to dirtbags that hurt little kids and messed up ships for the point of being powerful.

I bet Todoroki's mom was in love with someone and she had to go and get married to stupid Endeavor, all because he was rich and wanted his kids to beat All Might. He was a stupid dirtball who needed a good beatdown… I'd rather not waist my time trying to be considered heroic in the eyes of people like him.

I paused, in the middle of my ranting, and wondered where I'd gotten so off-topic from. The last two days I'd been having these same rants, and it actually had been working. Something I learned from therapy, one of the only things I still used.

I shook my head and realized that Katuski was showing his name. This time he just replaced King with Lord. Safe to say that Katsuki had a way of looking so dumb it made it easy to forget my anger.

"Now that everyone's decided on their hero names," Mr. Aizawa said, no longer napping against the wall. "We can go back to talking about your upcoming internships."

I sighed, not feeling too excited about the upcoming internships. Stupid Mr. Aizawa made would make sure of that. Of course, he'd say it was my fault. That a proper student and a hero in training should properly conduct themselves.

I knew this because that's what he'd called me for after the sports festival. To let me know that cameras were placed all around the stadium in order to 'keep the peace' and that he had proof that I'd assaulted ( or at least attempted to) a pro hero. Not to mention that I was one of the students wearing the supposed weapon since anyone who got their legs hurt was assigned specific shoes during their visit to the nurse's office, that had almost hit the number 2 hero.

Mr. Aizawa had quickly connected the dots after seeing a stupidly stubborn blonde drag me away.

My teacher had even said, "The reason you aren't expelled for illegally using your Quirk is that Endeavor isn't suing, or looking to find the culprit and that none of the press had any footage or word of your actions. However, because you are a student representing this school you'll be punished accordingly." All before I'd admitted it.

I had only tried to protest when I'd seen the tiredness in his eyes, a dead stare leaving me chilled to the bone.

"We will be discussing internships when you come back," He had said. "Usually you students are allowed to choose where you go and that will show the heroes interested in you what you stand for. Not only can it give you great opportunities, but the training and wisdom you receive would have also impacted your future."

My heart had sunk at his words, leaving me feeling guilty and bitter. Of course, I should have held back, of course, I knew there were consequences, but it felt like anything the school could do to me felt incomparable with the anger and sadness I'd felt toward that scumbag, as Todoroki put it.

"So I'm not going?" I had responded, dreading his answer.

"You're still going," he'd replied, a new glint in his eyes as he began to tell me his plan and the punishment he had in store for me. "You'll be interning at a place of my choosing. Not only has someone specifically requested you, but I've asked them to shape you and teach more in that week about obedience, conduct, and the laws of being a hero than I could in the school year."

Clearly, the internship week would be one of misery and probably one of the most boring weeks of my life.

I didn't even know who I was interning for. Mr. Aizawa had refused to give me the name, saying nothing but his usual script of, "Hero's often know nothing about the villains they face, use this as a learning tool."

"Think carefully before you decided," the teacher instructed, pulling me back to the present. His eyes caught mine and I straightened, leaving no room for weakness as I stared back. It's not like I was particularly mad at Mr. Aizawa, but I noticed that the more he taught my class, the harder I wanted to prove him wrong. Maybe even show him just how capable I was.

However, rational thought was not my strongest suit, which seemed to be my downfall in this goal I had subconsciously created. But to Mr. Aizawa, that meant I'd already lost half the battle.

I inwardly groaned, listening as the two teachers left, giving us a deadline to turn in the internship papers.

By the time lunch had rolled around, I was finally getting back into my groove, not letting the internships or the particular events of the morning interfere with hanging out with Mina, and making sure Katuski was thoroughly annoyed.

"Have you decided what agency you wanna go for?" Mina asked, after dramatically throwing her head on my desk. I put my cheek to the table and sighed myself.

"Mr. Aizawa is choosing for me," I whined. "And he isn't even telling me where so we can be at the same place."

"That sucks!"

"I know!"

"Shut UP," A very angry 'Kingly Murderer' yelled, completely out of nowhere I lifted my head in response and glared in irritation. "If you don't stop whining I'll rip your vocal cords out and shove them-"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your Eminence," I mocked; a devious smile cockily playing on my lips. "Perhaps we should listen to the decrees of our King," I turned to the girl on my desk, her lips quivering as she held back a laugh. "Wouldn't want to be subjected to death by Explosion or Murder. Now would we, Mina?

"Once again, that sounds pretty villainous," She remarked, the snorts from her laugh seeping through.

"Oh, I don't know," I countered. "I think if King Explosion Murder came and saved me I would never be able to forget him."

"Die..." The boy seethed out, clearly not interested in being tested. I looked at his irritated figure and I realized that he looked more on edge today than usual. His jaw was clenched and his fists were tightened; a familiar feeling of anger and resentment rolled off his body in waves.

Of course, he usually looked like this, but even in the way he responded seemed quicker and much more resentful. I searched for any more indicators for why he was that upset, but I eventually decided to leave him alone. A favor, for giving me his jacket earlier that morning.

Turning back to Mina, I looked over her paper and scanned the possible agencies I might have been assigned to. I hadn't found many I recognized when someone dragged me away from the list.

"You made it pretty far in the tournament," Ojiro said, turning from Hagakure to look at my pink friend. "It's weird you didn't get any offers." I nodded enthusiastically; it had been a mystery to me as well. She'd done a good job, not only had she made a good impression in her quick thinking in the beginnings of the race and the cavalry battle, but she had also done well in the one-on-one battles.

Mina jumped up from her hunched-over position and pointed enthusiastically at the boy. "I Know!" She slammed her hands on my desk and I backed up from where I had been. My lips curled in feigned annoyance, but I cracked when I remembered the particular fight she had won so well.

"I can't believe you uppercutted Aoyama," I snickered, remembering clearly how badly she'd beaten the boy. She deadpanned and gave me a disbelieving look.

"I can't believe you jumped off a building," She fired back, making me raise my hands in question.

"Why bring that up?"

"You should share some of your offers," she changed the subject, acting like I hadn't just asked a question. "You're not even gonna use them."

"I don't think it works that way…" Uraraka said, coming over to stand by Kuku's desk. I gave the pinkette a smug look and she stuck out her tongue. Like a child. "But speaking of, Deku, who's on your list?" She was drowned out by the boy in question's mumbling, and Mina and I's previous argument ceased.

His mumbling stopped once he realized we had turned to him.

"Huh? Sorry," he said, looking up at us. "What'd you guys say?" His lips twitched and his cheeks blushed; once again a familiar look for the boy.

"You're thinking really hard about this aren't you?" Tsuyu asked, walking up to his desk as well.

"It'll all work out!" Uraraka encouraged. "I've settled on my pick." Kuku's face visibly relaxed; the tension that had been there previously began to disappear. Perhaps he had been thinking about his decision more than I had initially realized. The more I had thought about it, the more consequential Mr. Aizawa's punishment had actually seemed.

"All ready?" Mina gasped, and I too looked to the brunette in astonishment. Ojiro behind me asked what agency she'd be going to, making it clear that he was also surprised.

"The one the battle hero GunHead runs."

I tried to think of which hero that was, but all that came to mind was the big construction guy. However, Kuku had looked surprised.

"GunHead's a big brawler though…" He clarified. "Are you sure that's where you want to intern at, Uraraka?" My eyes widened as I realized that the construction guy was actually DeathArms. And the fact that I had no idea who GunHead was.

"Yep," she concluded. Her eyebrows furrowed in determination before she punched the air. "He sent me an offer."

"Whoah, Really?" Izuku gaped. His eyes got bright in wonder, smiling wider than he had before. "I thought you were trying to be a hero kinda like Thirteen. More rescuing than fighting."

"Ultimately, that's the plan," She agreed, dropping her pose. "But I've been thinking ever since the festival- Well, at least since I faced off against Bakugo." She shifted her weight before continuing, holding out her arm again in a punching motion. "The stronger I am, the more possibilities I'll have."

I gasped because that was such a good idea.

"Plus, it gives me a different perspective." she continued. "Right?"

Kuku blinked slowly, taking in her words. "Yeah totally." He looked at her with an indecipherable expression, but she didn't notice and continued on.

"More importantly, there's something I've been meaning to ask you all day." She asked. "Why are you trembling?" I quickly averted my attention back to the boy in question, seeing that he really was shaking. My heart lept and I jumped up.

"Are you having a panic attack?" I worried, scanning each of his features to indicate a problem. He had seemed fine, but of course, some people were really good at faking their emotions. His eyes met mine, and my worry began to fade. He wasn't sweating or hyperventilating. And his eyes, they didn't show an unmistakable fear, only innocent confusion.

"I'm fine," He responded. "It actually exercises."

"Excercise?" I questioned, feeling slightly embarrassed at my overreaction. Of course, Kuku would have been more open about his problems than that. And he had looked cheery just before, I wasn't sure why I had been so worried.

"Where are you doing that during the whole class?" Uraraka gasped. Mina nodded her head in question, wondering the same thing.

"That's such an old-fashioned way to train," Mineta added, jumping into the growing circle of people.

"A smart one though," Ojiro counter-argued. "The isometric muscle contraction that's needed to hold your body above the seat makes it an easy way to work out without moving."

"Tis skill not strength that governs a ship," Tokoyami said, a comment that had us all turning to him.

"You write emo poetry don't you?" Mina asked after a moment of silence. His cheeks grew red and a scowl adorned his face. Or, at least that's how it looked to me.

"Mina," I scolded.

"I didn't mean it like that," she pretested, going up the boy with the bird head. He quickly averted his eyes from the overzealous girl, making it clear that she had hit the nail on the head.

"I wouldn't say it's emo," He responded.

"Wait!" Kaminari jumped up from his chair, quickly rushing over to Tokoyami enthusiastically. "You write poetry?"

Tokoyami gave a curt nod and tightened his crossed arms, he was clearly growing more embarrassed as the topic went on.

"That's so cool!" Kaminari explained, "I hear the ladies love a guy who's good with his words. You should show me some."

"You can try all you want, Kaminari," Jirou teased, she too walked over to surround the poet. "But that will never work for you." I snorted and shook my head.

"Why are you always messing with me, Jirou?" Kaminari whined. "And it could to work!" Jirou gave him a disbelieving look, clearly, she didn't agree. An idea flickered through and my eyes searched between the two. Lips smirking at the realization; I got up from my chair and walked over to the group.

"I dunno…" I encouraged, letting my smile quickly grow at the new idea forming. "I think it might work. You should go for it, Kaminari."

"See!" He exclaimed, smiling victoriously at Jirou. "Hiroko thinks it could work." The girl gave me the same disbelieving look and I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't lying, poetry could certainly capture a girl's attention, but I wasn't so sure if Kaminari was the type to be charming in such away.

"Don't," Jioru scolded a knowing look in her eyes. But she couldn't stop me from noticing the small blush that had painted itself on her face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I responded and dramatically placed my hand over my heart. She quickly flashed her attention to the angry boy, still seething in his seat, and back to me just as quickly. I caught on immediately: it was a threat… a conniving threat. A threat that had me standing down on whatever scheme I was going to start working on.

"Perhaps you are mistaken," Tokoyami interrupted. "I do not write poetry for the sake of pursuing romance, but to-"

"But you'll still teach me right?" Kaminari interfered, looking just as excited as before. "I've never been good at being deep, but maybe you could help me." Tokoyami looked away in defeat, realizing that he was not going to get out of it.

"Fine," he reluctantly agreed. I sighed, giving another fleeting back to Jirou, who seemed to be watching me as well, and decided to head back to my desk.

I turned back to my desk to see Mina watching the interaction. "I think they're cute," She whispered when I got over there. I nodded quickly and glanced back at Jirou, who was now talking with the group.

"I think so too!" I whispered. "She was totally blushing when she realized I was shipping them."

"I saw that too!" She agreed. "She's always teasing him."

I readied to answer when I realized I teased people too. "Yeah but… sometimes it's just fun to tease people."

"I guess," She said but didn't continue when her stomach growled. "Okay, I'm hungry, let's go eat." I agreed and looked down to see my overstuffed bag sitting at my desk. I had forgotten about those dumb sweaters that old lady had given me. The sweaters triggered a thought in my head and I gasped outright.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. Mina turned and looked at me in confusion; slight panic in her eyes at my outburst. "Sorry. Sorry. I forgot I had something I was supposed to do today!"

"What?" She questioned. Irritated that I had gotten her worked up.

I looked to Katuski who was still sitting at his desk and angrily staring at his paper.

I forgot that his mom wanted me to come over today… and talk about his birthday.

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Did yall forget about that… because I haven't and neither has Hiroko. Okay, so she kinda forgot, but it's okay. All good, lol I hoped you enjoyed reading this, and sorry for not posting for a good 5 months. I also don't know if it felt a little forced, sorry if it felt that way, but it's been a while and I wanted to post before it took me another 5 months. But I know I have a lot of ideas for the upcoming events so hopefully getting past this chapter will help me to power through and get more chapters out. Also, what did you think of Hiroko's Hero Name? I think it kinda works with her character, but hopefully, she'll grow into it.