"Come in," Aizawa's voice emerged from the office, after the door clicked open.

Ojiro Mashirao and Hagakure Toru entered as instructed. Then they both hovered nervously by the exit.

"Close the door and have a seat," their teacher instructed. The invisible girl pushed the door shut, and then they both settled into the seats opposite him. He stared at them intently, and both teens started to squirm.

"I can do this the fun way, or the nice way," he told them. Then he sighed, "But since I don't want another lecture, I'll go with the nice way."

They both relaxed, partly. However they also looked confused.

"Normally," Aizawa told them, "This would be a meeting to tell you that you are both on probation. That depending on your grades at the end of the term, and the results of the practical final, you could very well come back from summer vacation to find yourselves in the General course. But this year has not been normal, even by UA standards."

"What does that mean, sensei?" Toru prompted respectfully.

"Each year, after the Sports Festival, we look at the students, to determine if the Hero course needs adjustment. Though it depends on the specific first and second events, we normally look at the top fifty finishers for the first round. With some preference given to anyone who is already in the Hero course, and higher preference to anyone who makes it to round three. But after talking about it with Principal Nezu, Kan-sensei and I both agree that there is only one of the thirteen who we thought deserved to change courses..."

Both of them immediately thought of the boy with dead eyes and purple hair.

"Kongou-san," Eraserhead continued, though he suspected what they were thinking, "Since we only had one candidate, and Kan's problem child finished so much lower than you two, he got dibs. So, that's part of the reason you two are safe."

"And the other part?" Mashirao was talking mostly to himself.

"You two basically got screwed over," Aizawa answered anyway, "You carried him to the end, and then he sabotaged you."

"We didn't carry him," Toru protested weakly, "He helped..."

"He did the math riddle, sure," Aizawa agreed, "But with the puzzle puzzle, you two did the first eighty percent of the work, and then he stepped in to finish it. Not to mention you literally carried him on the climbing wall. No, with the amount he slowed you down, you two could have solved the math riddle and still finished higher than 32nd. The fact you are still defending him makes me wondering if his Quirk has some lingering side effect."

They frowned at that. Or at least Mashirao did, and Toru's collar tilted forward like she was considering it.

"Why tell us, though, sensei?" Hagakure asked.

"Because there will probably be second and third years who did get moved out of the Hero Course, who will want to give you advice. We didn't want you to hear about it that way, and think you were on thin ice but we didn't tell you. You two are both fine. But it wouldn't hurt to keep your grades up and be ready for the final."

They nodded.

"Thank you, sensei," Ojiro bowed.

"Sure," Aizawa waved them off, "Now get out of here. And send the next one in."

They scurried away, before he could change his mind. They both flinched, hard, when they saw who was waiting outside. Ojiro mumbled a few words, and then the 1-A students hurried away. The source of their troubles drifted through the door.

"You'll probably want to shut that," Aizawa said darkly. For a moment his eyes glowed and his hair stood on end. Hitoshi Shinso complied, and then sat without being invited. It seemed like he was expecting a positive meeting. Aizawa just stared at him, until the boy lost his confidence.

"Do you even want to be a Hero, Hitoshi-san?" the teacher finally asked.

"So you are just like the others, huh?" Shinso growled between gritted teeth, "Just because I have a Villain's Quirk, I can't be a Hero."

"Who said anything about your Quirk?" Aizawa snapped back.

"Everyone, all my life. Hitoshi's a Villain, he'll take over your mind. Hitoshi, did you force Shimada to steal that candy? If someone broke the rules, they blamed it on me. And everyone believed them, because my Quirk is evil."

"Hmm," Shota's eyes softened slightly, "I was going to play this for a different reason, but I suppose it can be both..."

He activated the monitor behind him. And started playing a clip.


"That Quirk is incredible," Ryukyu said to the two Heroes she was conversing with, "I would love to have a sidekick with it."

"He would be able to stop any Villain without violence or injury," Gang Orca agreed, "Imagine the lives he could save and damage he could prevent."

"Don't forget crowd control," Berri added, "He can tell people not to panic and to evacuate in an orderly fashion. If we had had him back in Chicago..."

"It is unfortunate his personality is so..." Ryukyu sighed.

"Dumpster fire?" the Flash suggested.

"At this rate, he won't make it," Orca nodded, "I just hope he doesn't fall."


"Three top Heroes," Aizawa said, "And none of them think you have an 'evil Quirk' There's more than a few other conversations we recorded like this. Heroes who admire your Quirk, but think you are a problem."

Shinso blinked, and did his best not to gape.

"Listen, kid. I don't have a problem with what you did in the second or third round. Or even the beginning of the first round. Not all Heroes are like All Might. 'Good is not Nice', as the trope goes. What you did was fair and logical, given the events' rules. Except when you screwed over those two."

Aizawa pointed at the door.

"I had to make sure I made it through," Hitoshi protested.

"Then you could have ordered them to stay behind you," Aizawa's mood soured again, "You might not have been sure you three would all make it, but you could at least have let them finish after you. After all they did to get you there, that would have been the Hero move. What you did was no different than the cliche Villain who shoots his minions because he doesn't need them anymore."

"And what's more? It wasn't just an evil move. It was a stupid one. You didn't know if there was someone ahead of you. Or another team coming up behind. Hell, I'm still surprised Midoriya didn't head back into the Labyrinth to help out his classmates, after he finished, since there wasn't a rule against it. There could even have been another trap after the boss fight. And if any of those had been true, you would have easily been taken out, without your bodyguards."

Hitoshi stared down at his lap, fighting back tears.

"And that's not even the main reason I asked if you even want to be Hero," Aizawa got control, and said that in a flat tone. The boy's head snapped up.

"We've heard your complaints about how the entrance exam practical is unfair. That it favors those with flashy, destructive Quirks. Some of us even agree. But it just sounds like sour grapes from you. Those two you cheated today? Neither one of them has a flashy or destructive Quirk. His tail is like a third arm, only without a hand. It's no stronger than the rest of him. And she is just invisible, which is good for sneak attacks, but also puts her in danger. Despite that, both of them made it through the practical. Their strength and stamina and flexibility pulled them through. They are a lot tougher than most kids your age. And better trained. But that's because they want to be Heroes, and they put in the work."

Hitoshi reeled back.

"Your grades are fine. But in physical education? You are barely passing. It seems like you aren't even trying. And you honestly expect to survive what we put the Hero course students through?"

Hitoshi looked down again, but this time in shame.

"You want to be some low-rent street level Hero who gets by on his Quirk, and messes up when it doesn't work? Fine, transfer to an easier Hero school. You'll probably do great. But UA has higher standards. We make the Heroes who know that when you screw up, it costs lives."

"So you are kicking me out?"

"No," Aizawa sighed, "I'm not your homeroom teacher, and you're in General Studies. They're more lenient anyway. Just don't let me hear you complain about how the deck is stacked against you, when you are the one stacking it."


After a leisurely Mach 20 jog across the Pacific, Berri stopped in San Francisco. It wasn't the straightest route, but it let her drop by her favorite diner for a slice of pie and a mug of coffee. Of course for the Fastest Person Alive, a 'slice' was almost a third of the pie, and the mug held half a gallon. But given how the Flash paid appropriately and tipped better, the owner wasn't about to quibble over it.

Sated, she took off again, this time keeping it to ten times the speed of sound, to keep the highway damage to a minimum. Thankfully, the improved sneakers let her go that fast. In the early days, even Mach 3 would wear down the pavement.

It took her about twelve minutes to reach her destination. It was fast approaching midnight, local time. But the kitchen light in the yellow farmhouse was still on. Berri smiled, slowed down to a normal pace, walked up the stairs, and gently knocked on the door.

A moment later the door opened. The man behind it had at least a foot on Berri. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties; his hair more salt than pepper and his muscles starting to lose a bit of tone despite the rigors of farm life. Of course, since his actual age was closer to double that, he was in great shape. His blue eyes were still bright. The light from inside flickered over his grey left arm, as he lifted the prosthesis to push the screen door open.

"It's a little late for a visit, Berri," Clark Kent said, mirth in his voice despite the admonishment.

"I'm just getting back from Asia," she shrugged, "I knew you would still be awake, and I didn't want to risk letting this slip my mind."

"Come in," he offered, "Can I get you coffee? Maybe a slice of cake?"

"Yours or Lois's," the blonde asked suspiciously.

"She's gotten better," Clark said defensively.

"Sure," Berru agreed sarcastically, "But no, either way. I just had a snack in Frisco, and Iris will give me hell if I'm too caffeinated to fall asleep."

He nodded, and the addressed her, "In that case, what can I do for you?"

"Well, first I wanted to tell you what I told Sun-il," she said.

"And how is Captain Korea doing?" Clark prompted automatically.

"Still at least twice as immortal as you and me combined," she said, "And in serious need of a good screwing."

"You always said the same about Bruce," he scolded her.

"And look how much easier he was to be around after Selena finally got him in the sack on a regular basis."

They both sighed wistfully, remembering lost friends. Then Berri proceeded to tell Clark about the new Heads of Tiamat.

"That's what Nightwing and Beyond told me," she concluded, including more than a few things she had not mentioned to Izuku.

"Okay. But why tell me? Unlike you, I'm completely out of the Hero business."

"Clark," Berri shook her head, "We're only out when all of our enemies let us be out. Maybe these new Heads won't care that we helped Cap K take down their predecessors. Their parents or grandparents for two of them. But if they decide to get personal, you haven't exactly been secretive about where you live or what you do..."

"True enough," he agreed, "Thanks for the warning. Was that it, it sounded like there was more than one thing you wanted to talk about?"

"Yes," Berri nodded, "Did you watch the UA Sports Festival?"

"No," Clark shook his head, "It was date night and I took Lois to see Two Triangles..."

"Oh, how was it?" she cut him off excitedly.

"It was a bit contrived for my tastes," he shrugged, "But I still liked it. And Lois loved it. Anyway, I was planning to watch the VoD of the freshman events on AR while I do my chores tomorrow morning. Why, did something happen?"

"Not like you are thinking. Clark, do you remember the Japanese boy you told me about?"

"Not off the top of my head," he admitted, "Maybe you could be more specific?"

"Izuku Midoriya."

Clark considered that, then tapped his fist on his palm, "Twelve year old from Mustafa City. Green hair and below average height, from the picture he sent. All Might fanboy. We corresponded a few times. He was very insightful about our Quirks. I wish he could have met Bruce. And he also figured out about my arm."

They both glanced at the metallic limb.

"You also told me he was Quirkless," Berri reminded him.

"That's right," Clark said, "Why?"

"Because Izuku Midoriya made it to the third round of the Sports Festival, using Tactile Telekinesis." She didn't spoil it for him. Clark inclined his head thoughtfully.

"You're sure?"

"He definitely has a... power like yours," Berri confirmed, "even if it's not as strong or refined yet. And the only other Izuku Midoriya that is listed in Japan is in his seventies and doesn't have green hair."

"Do you think he lied?" Clark pondered, "Or could he be tied to All for One?"

"No," Berri said, "I talked to him, and saw him compete. He's not the lying type. If the Af-hole is involved, I'd bet my arm the kid doesn't know."

"Then do you think he is a late bloomer?" Clark suggested.

"I think he might be like Orin," she said softly.

"Really?" he asked.

"Not, 'sploosh' like Orin. But, yeah."

Clark studied her for a moment, and realized she wasn't joking.


"Before we address your topics, please let me say, well done today, young Midoriya."

Yagi-sensei had settled into my desk chair, while I was on the my bed again.

"Thank you," I bowed, "It was... more intense than it looks on TV."

"To be fair, Nezu did want to 'up the ante' as he put it," All Might waved a hand, "After what happened at the USJ."

I bobbed my head as I considered that.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.

"Did you know that the Flash was in the audience?" I told him, trying not to gush.

"I didn't see her, because they kept me busy backstage," he admitted, "But Advisory did mention it."

"Well, I went after her, and got her autograph," I resisted taking Speed Force out of my bag and showing him the page, now expertly sealed in laminate tape.

"And she asked me to pass something on to you," I continued. Yagi-sensei's eyes narrowed and he focused on me. I told him about the heads of Tiamat, the threat to Korea and possibly Japan, and that the Purple Head of Acid position was still unfilled.

"Hmm," All Might considered it, "That's good to know. I might have to reach out the Shin-san, and see if he would like to coordinate intelligence and defense efforts. Probably with Drake-san, too, if he is investigating on the American side."

"You know Captain Korea and Nightwing?" I asked.

"I've never met Nightwing in person, but we have shared information on cases," All Might said, "And yes, I've met Captain Korea a couple of times, even though he never leaves his home country."

I mulled over that for a moment. And I may have pictured Silver Age All Might and Captain Korea double uppercutting a generic robot.

"Was there anything else Allen-san wanted you to tell me?"

"No, that was it," I confirmed.

"But you said there was more than one think you wanted to talk about," he recalled.

"Yes," I said slowly, "I've been thinking about your offer. You know, to be your successor?"

He nodded.

"And I was thinking something else," I told him, "Another alternative, to me."

"You want to suggest someone else?" he looked dubious.

"Yes, and also no," I began gaining momentum, "See, I've also been thinking about Nezu-sensei's plan... you know what I mean? Did he talk to you about it?"

"About Nezu piloting your powers to make use of his superior medical knowledge," All Might answered, "Yes, we discussed it."

"Well, I found the Telepathic skill for that," I resumed, "It is called Skill Jockey, and I'm closer to it than I thought. And there is another Ki skill I noticed, called Chakra Divide. It lets you lend Ki, or in my case Energy, to someone else on a semi-permanent basis."

"Semi-permanent?"

"Yes. I could give you say one hundred points of my Energy. My maximum Energy would go down by 100, and your maximum Ki would go up by 100. And they would both stay that way until I deliberately reverse the process."

"So you want me to lend you One for All?" Yagi-sensei was confused, "Like on a trial basis?"

"No," I shook my head, "I was thinking more about the splitting aspect, and on a more permanent basis. I mean, I know One for All is just a name, and that it is both a Dumas reference and a counter to All for One. But I can't help wondering if it is more. If the First Holder didn't know something, didn't have an idea. That it might really be One Quirk for All People. Or, at least more than one."

"You want to split One for All?" the confusion in his voice was replaced by introspection.

"Yes," I agreed quickly. Then more solemnly said, "If you can. I don't know what One for All's talent tree looks like. I don't see Quirk Talents in my tab. So maybe it isn't possible. Or maybe it would take some metagaming, like if I would use Skill Jockey to let you use Skill Jockey and Chakra Split, and then One for All would absorb part of them and gain the ability to split. I don't know. I was hoping you would."

I kept going, "But I just can't stop thinking about the possibilities. You said One for All is getting too strong. But if we split it, then that wouldn't be a problem. You are worried you will get killed and it would be lost. If you give parts of One for All to two, or three, or ten people, that becomes less likely. Also, if you could split it, you could give forty percent each to me and Cassandra, and keep the other twenty percent for yourself. So you could keep being a Hero and pass that part on later..."

He held up his hand.

"I'm not sure what you are suggesting is possible, young Midoriya," All Might said sternly. Then, despite being in his thin form, he flashed that smile, "But it is an interesting idea. And I will take another look at the One for All tree, and do some soul searching of my own, to see if it might be possible."

"Great," I grinned back.

"Was that all?" he asked.

"Well, I was kinda wondering if you and Mom might want to go on a quick Dungeon run with me? I have a date with Tsu tomorrow, and I want to make sure I have enough money."

He chuckled. And then Yagi Toshinori was replaced with the Symbol of Peace, albeit in civilian clothes.

"I think I can muster up a couple of hours in this form," he announced.

"Great," I said again. Then I realized, "Oh, I should probably cash in that quest."

"What quest?" he asked.

I showed him The Best Around.

"That seems a bit cheeky of your power," he noted.

"Yeah, well, I did win, so that's okay," I dismissed The Gamer's attempt to provoke me by threatening my date. Then I hit accept.

[Plus Ultra penalty reduced (max Health -40)
Guild Hall Perk: Locker Room unlocked
Talent: Psysensate Studies unlocked]

I also heard a loud 'cha-ching' noise. I checked my Inventory, and Gift Balance was up to seventy million yen. We still had a ways to go, even when I added in the fifty million and change we had set aside from dungeons or donated individually.


[Locker Room] added a new room to the Guild Hall, when we got it. The room would have a secure locker for each of the Knights. Secure as in the rest of us couldn't open it without permission.

And [Psysensate Studies] was similar to Studious and Free Runner, except it applied when I used skills from Telepathy and Clairsentience disciplines.


Thursday morning, we all met briefly in class, before Aizawa-sensei led us to the arena again. This time, he took us right into the stands, before heading off the the announcers' booth.

The second years were competing, and I quickly came to agree with sensei's comment when telling us we would be watching our senpais compete.

I was not impressed.

They had changed the layout of the maze. A few different paths, some new traps. But it did not seem any harder to me, just different. And despite that, the fastest finisher of the second years wouldn't have placed top ten in the first years.

They also had the cavalry battle, but they seemed more cautious. They were playing it much more defensive. So only half of the headbands were stolen, and only one changed hands more than once.

During the quarter finals round, a phone rang loudly behind me. We all looked back, but unexpectedly it was Iida-kun's phone.

"You didn't put your phone on silent?" Kyoka teased him.

"Actually, that is an emergency ringer, for my family," he countered defensively.

He got up and ran out of the arena for quiet and privacy.

He didn't come back before the end of the day.


I changed into dress slacks and a button down shirt in the boy's locker room. The regular one in the school building, not the one in the arena. It was a warm enough day that I didn't need a jacket, though I had both a jacket and an umbrella in my Inventory. It wasn't the rainy season yet, but better safe than sorry. I did keep my sneakers instead of switching to dress shoes. We might end up doing something mildly athletic.

I had taken my time so most of the other first years were gone. I didn't want to deal with any ribbing or jealousy.

I was waiting outside, taking in some natural vitamin D, when she exited the school. She had removed the normal bow from her hair and it was in a complex braid instead. It wasn't the sort of thing Tsu could have done on her own, and I spotted Ochako and Momo through the closing door.

My friend was wearing a pale green sundress and grey leggings. It was a similar dress to the one she had worn on our 'not date' after the entrance exam... Except it seem to cling to her body a bit more, and it seemed to show a bit more cleavage and had narrower straps. She had matching sneakers, but with a bit of a heel on them.

"You look pretty," I told her.

"Better than in my swimsuit?" she asked. Anyone else would have been teasing, but she was honestly interested.

"I can't really answer that," I said. She blushed. I offered her my arm.


We went to see the newest big Hollywood rom-com. Subtitled in Japanese, though I didn't need them.

Two Triangles was a title with two meanings. It was the macguffin that villain had stolen. But it also referred to the two relationship triangles between the three leads. The main character Alice was dating Bob. Bob also was falling for Alice, but he was holding back. And Alice's best friend Dave was in love with her and couldn't admit it, so he hated Bob and tried to sabotage them. On the other side, Alice was a fledgling Hero. She didn't like Vigilantes, but was forced to work with one, because he was the only one who could track down the movie's main Villain. The hook was that Bob and Dave were the Vigilante and the Villain, but the movie hid which was which for the first half. It was the blink and you miss it sort of movie, with subtle clues in the background.

I figured out who was the Vigilante and who was the Villain. Tsu got it wrong. She blamed the subtitles.

All in all it was a fun, silly, and somewhat sweet two hours. We both liked it.

It was about twenty to five, by the time we got out of the theater.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. We had skipped snacks, but I had bought us each a small drink.

"Maybe not yet," she said, "Let's go over there and work up a bit of an appetite."

She pointed to a park down the road. I took her hand, and we jogged there.

We spent more than a few minutes figuring out how to swing while still holding hands. I considered suggesting we share one swing, but chickened out. We finally got it working, and the challenge of keeping our swings in unison made it more interesting.

After a few minutes, we noticed some young kids giving us expectant looks. And their mom or babysitter giving us the stink eye. So we gave one last big swing, and then we jumped. Of course Tsu jumped much further than I did, so we had to let go. But we both landed on our feet, and the kids clapped.

"Now food," Tsu decided, and we laced fingers again. We started to head back the way we came. The theater was next to the Kiyashi Ward Mall, which had a great food court. Both takeaway type and sit down restaurants.

"I'm having a good time," Tsu told me.

"Me too."

"Good," she smiled. Then after a moment asked, "When are you going to ask Ami out?"

If I had been drinking something, I would have spit-taked. Heck, if I could have retrieved a drink from my Inventory without being noticed, I would have done so just so I could spit take.

Again, she was being earnest. There was no teasing or sarcasm, just curiosity. And maybe a hint of concern. I couldn't just laugh it off or dismiss it.

"I hadn't really thought about it," I said.

"You should," she instructed, "She needs to have some fun too. And she would have more fun with you."

"You really think so?" I asked, genuinely not sure.

"I know so," she nodded. Then she looked up at me, "Izuku, I really want you to give you and Ami a chance. For all three of us. Unless your feelings have changed?"

'No,' I thought to myself, 'Nothing has changed...'

Then I couldn't help but recall Ami in her swimsuit. I had told Tsu that I wanted to tell her how good she looked. But the slender hydrokinetic was only second in line to be told, because our relationship wasn't the same as mine and Tsu's.

"That looks like a yes, but not a less."

Now she was teasing me.

"I'll talk to her," I relented, "Tomorrow or maybe Saturday or Sunday."

"Good," Tsu smiled happily.


We had Italian, and then jelly rolls from a second store for dessert. Tsu didn't bring up Ami again. We walked about the Sports Fest, and how I was looking forward to seeing the seniors tomorrow. We talked more about the movie, and each pointed out a few things the other had missed. We talked about how her mother was adjusting to not traveling. And I mentioned I suspected my mom might be dating Midnight-sensei.

I walked Tsu home. Up to her apartment. I gave her a pleasant hug. And a kiss that lasted a bit longer than I expected. And a second, shorter kiss. Then we said goodnight.

I wasn't five feet out the front door to the apartment building, when someone did a double take.

"Hey, aren't you that kid?" he blinked at me, "Yeah, you're the one who won the UA Sports Festival. Midoriyama?"

"Midoriya," I supplied automatically.

"Right! Man you lifting that giant hunk of ice was awesome. Not as good as All Might, but still like major Hero vibes. Ummm, could I maybe get you to sign something?"

"I really shouldn't," I told him, "UA frowns on students doing things like that."

"Yeah, they are pretty hardcore," thankfully he agreed instead of protesting, "I saw the little principal guy whip a bunch of reporters into shape. I wouldn't want to make him go after you because of me. How about a hand shake?"

I nodded, and shook the man's hand.

"Thanks. I'll definitely keep an eye on you, Hero kid."


By the time I got home, I had been stopped a dozen times. Most of them were polite, if excitable. But one drunk woman yelled at me for losing her money. Only for a drunk man, who hadn't noticed me before, to tell her to shut up, because I won him a lot of money.

Only then, did I realize why getting to have a quiet, uninterrupted date with Tsuyu qualified as a quest reward.

And I made a mental note to see what I had in terms of baseball caps and sunglasses.

When I opened the door, Mom hurried over to meet me. She looked sad and worried.

"What is it?" I asked, before she could say anything.

"Izuku, honey. Iida Tenya is a classmate of yours, right?"

I nodded, remembering him hurrying out.

"And I know you are a fan of Ingenium. Well, it was just announced that Ingenium was attacked today. He is in surgery, and they aren't sure he will make it..."


"Please, everyone, I am fine," Iida-kun protested, "My brother is fine. Or, at least he is in stable condition and the doctors will know more when he wakes up."

It was the end of the school day, Friday. Everyone had been on edge, and there were far fewer Heroes in the audience watching the seniors. The third years were really good, especially the so called 'Big Three', who I recognized from the USJ incident. But no-one's hearts were in it.

Aizawa had instructed us to return to the classroom after the final match of the third round (Lemillion lost to Nejire-chan, mainly because she could fly). So now we were all here, waiting for our teacher. And the conversation naturally turned to Ingenium.

"But what happened to him?" Ashido-chan asked, "I mean, the news made it sound like he was targeted."

"I heard it was the Hero Killer," Shoji-kun said.

"Who?" Hagakure sounded nervous.

"This nut who attacks Heroes and rants about how they are phonies," Kirishima-san explained, "He's attacked a number of Heroes, most of them he either killed or forced them to retire. But none of them have been in Ingenium's league, so people didn't take him seriously."

"There is someone like that out there?" Mikoto seemed to take it personally, "Why hasn't someone taken him..."

The door scraped open. We all quieted down.

"I can guess what you were talking about," Aizawa said, "They still haven't announced for sure what happened to Ingenium. So until they do, let's not engage in illogical speculation and fear mongering? Heroes need to be better than that."

That settled us down.

"And on a completely unrelated note, Hounddog would like to see you after this, Iida."

I could tell that most of the class, myself included, wanted to scream that there was no way it was unrelated. But we didn't.

"Now, for the reason I wanted you all here. For starters, there's no class tomorrow."

"May I ask why not?" Iida-kun's hand shot up.

"Because we teachers are going to be busy," he sounded annoyed, "going through a much larger than normal number of requests. Which leads to the second, and main part. Starting two weeks from next Monday, each of you will be going on a one week internship."

"Internships?" Kirishima shouted.

"Yes, it is all in the student handbook," Aizawa-sensei sighed, "Though I should know by now that most of you skimmed it, at best."

"All those Heroes and agents who were in the stands watching you compete Wednesday? Part of why they were here is to decide who they wanted to offer internships to. They were watching for how your skills would match up with them, and what they thought of your potential. Not just them, but also some of the ones watching remotely. They have until 6 PM today to submit requests. Your teachers will be spending all weekends sorting through the requests. Throwing out the ones that are improperly submitted, not a good fit, or not qualified to have an intern."

"On Monday morning, each of you will get a packet. You and 1-B, but also some of the freshmen in the other courses, if they managed to impress someone. All of you are guaranteed at least two offers. Even if you don't get two, we have a handful of agencies on reserve. Instead of afternoon classes on Monday, we will have an assembly for everyone offered an internship. We'll go over how to read the offers, and how to research the Heroes and agencies. Throughout the week we will make time for you to talk to us, and to your senpais, to determine which internship you should take. You will have to decide by the end of day next Friday, where you want to go. Hero course students must go on an internship. The other courses can choose not to, but most do. It would be foolish to reject the chance."

"Then the week after next, we will get ready. Make travel arrangements, and hotels when necessary. Help you get packed. Fit in some last minute, specialized training."

"And then we get a glorious week off, while you get a taste of what being a Hero is really like."

He looked at us, "Okay, that's it. If you have any questions, we'll address them Monday. Go home, so I can get a nap before two and quarter days of extreme paperwork. Except you."

He cut off Iida before he could slip out.


Status Changes for Midoriya Izuku:
Health: 824 → 824 (Plus Ultra penalty -38)

Talents:
Psysensate Studies


Author's Note: Happy end of 2020, everyone. Here's hoping 2021 is at least a little better.