"What you pick today could be your code name for life! You better be careful or else you'll be stuck with something incredibly indecent." Flirtatious, Midnight struts into the class, her hands behind her navy blue locks as Sayako scowls at the sheer sight of the women, hearing her heels click against the floor below.
"You proud of that line?" Scowling, Sayako leans back in her seat.
"And if I was?" Cheekily, she winks at Sayako.
"Do you have any form of respect?" Irritated, Sayako snaps at her but it falls to deaf ears as said teacher ignores her.
"It's Midnight!" Kaminari gasps.
"Oh, keep it down!" Sayako huffs at the morons blushing brightly when seeing her.
"Yeah, she's right. Midnight is going to have final approval of your names it's not my forte." Aizawa tells his class.
"And you don't care." Curtly, Sayako huffs.
"You said it not me." Aizawa grumbles getting out his sleeping bag, returning to his cocoon just as each of them are handed out whiteboards and markers ready to make their hero names.
"Who is among you is ready to share?" Midnight calls out surprising the class as Aoyama stands from his seat.
"Hold your breath the shining hero my name is I can not stop twinkling mon ami you can't deny my sparkles!" Smiling, Aoyoma declares proudly revealing said sign to the class as they all sweat drop at the sight.
"That's a sentence not a name." Sayako points out furrowing her brow.
"It'll be better this way take out the I and shorten the can not to can't." Calmly, Midnight takes the board correcting Aoyama's hero name.
"She likes it!?" The others gawk at the sight.
"Also you're not French that's just an act right?" Sato points out.
"You're allowing that!?" Sayako scowls.
"That I am." Midnight smirks.
"You're standards are as low as ever." Sayako grumbles under her breath.
"What was that?" Seductively, Midnight reels her whip back making Sayako flinch from it.
"Nothing!" Nervously, Sayako smiles as said whip slams down upon her desk.
"I've never seen Sayako so scared before…" Mystified, Midoriya whispers.
"You think they got history?" Mineta asks him.
"Of course I wonder what sort…" Midoriya ponders to himself only to falter from the small stream of ruby red descending down Mineta's nose.
"Okie dokie let me go next my code name alien queen!" Excitedly, Mina declares smiling brightly as she reveals the whiteboard to her class.
"Hold on you mean that horrible monster with the acidic blood!? I don't think so!" Panicked, Midnight refuses.
"What!? Oh come on Alien is a great franchise, it was practically the founding father for sci fi horror!" Sayako huffs under her breath leaning into the plush pillow of her palm.
"Didn't think of you as a sci fi fan Sayako." Surprised, Kaminari exclaims.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Sayako shrugs casually.
"Fair, maybe if you told us stuff!" Sero huffs.
"You never ask." Sayako argues.
"Daaang it." Childishly, Mina whines slumping her shoulders, returning to her desk, pouting.
"Ribbit I think I got one is it okay if I go next?" Tsuyu asks standing up.
"Come on up!" Midnight smiles gesturing for her to come up.
"I've had this name of mine since grade school, rainy season hero Froppy." Tsuyu places her whiteboard down on the podium.
"That's delightful it makes you sound approachable what a delightful example of a name everyone will love." Excitedly, Midnight gushes making the others smile internally thanking Tsuyu for putting the others back on track.
"And alien queen didn't sound cool?" Mina huffs leaning over her desk pouting.
"Justice for alien queen." Smirking, Sayako offers her fist out to Mina in a form of comfort as the two share a fist bump just as…
"Froppy! Froppy!" Excitedly, the class cheer as Sayako sweat drops at the antics of her classmates.
"Here's mine too the sturdy hero Red Riot." Kirishima smiles as he makes his way up front, revealing said whiteboard to the class.
"Red riot? Interesting…you're playing homage to the chivalrous hero crimson riot yes?" Smiling, Midnight recognises the name.
"That's right. It may be kind of old school but someday I want to be just like he was. Crimson is my idol." Honestly, Kirishima confesses sheepishly smiling revealing his feral fangs as he scratches the back of his neck.
"If you're baring the name of someone you admire you have that much more to live up to." Midnight warns Kirishima.
"I accept the challenge." Excited, Kirishima declares pumping his fist up making Midnight smile proud.
"Hey I got one. How does jamming yay sound to you?" Jiro offers the struggling Kaminari.
"Oh it's like hemming way that's clever I like it!" Approvingly, Kaminari smirks at the thought, catching on.
"No its cause even though you're powerful you always jam your brain." Snickering, Jiro places her hand flat on her mouth muffling the snicker threatening to break through her lips alongside the smirking Sayako.
"Oh come on Jiro stop messing with me!" Kaminari whines watching on as she then steps up to the class.
"She does have a point." Sayako smirks slyly.
"Oh shut up Sayako!" Scowling, Kaminari argues.
"The hearing hero, I'm Earphone Jack!" Jiro declares to the class.
"Now that's a good one." Midnight smiles approvingly.
"Man I still haven't picked anything cool enough what about you Sayako? Sayako?" Curious, Tooru calls out to her only to falter when seeing Sayako's furrowed frown.
"This is too hard." Sayako groans craning her neck back.
"I know what you…wait you got something on your board!" Kaminari points out.
"Then what are you struggling with?" Confused, Tooru ponders.
"The temptation to draw on Aizawa's face, look at how helpless he is I have a marker in hand the temptation it's calling to me…" Moping, Sayako slumps her shoulder whining, staring at the sleeping slumbering cocoon that is Aizawa.
"If you don't want to die I suggest you not doing that." Truthfully, Mezo warns his classmate sighing.
"Right…" Deflated, Sayako sighs slumping her shoulders, disappointment flowing through her veins from her friend's words as they continue conjuring up hero names.
"The tentacle hero, Tentacole." Coolly, Shoji explains to the class using his mouth hand.
"Oh, I like what you're doing with that. A nice portmanteau." Impressed, Midnight notes.
"Don't even think about it Mineta." Annoyed, Sayako scowls crossing her arms over her chest.
"Still can't believe he refused my idea." Mineta pouts huffing.
"No one wants to be called Hentai." Hissing, Sayako snaps at the miserable Mineta.
"The taping hero Cellophane!" Smoothly, Sero steps forward in front of the class.
"That's on the nose. Good work." Midnight nods her head approvingly.
"Martial arts hero tail man." Ojiro then steps forward wagging his tail behind him.
"No surprise with that one I guess." Midnight shrugs.
"Sweets hero Sugarman!" Sato proclaims.
"Perfect." Midnight smiles.
"Pinky!" Mina yells raising her fist to the high heavens, screaming it.
"Make those looks work for you girl!" Merrily, Midnight cheers for Mina.
"Stun gun hero I am chargebolt. Electric don't ya think?" Smirking, Kaminari proclaims.
"Makes me all tingly." Giddily, Midnight smirks.
"Too much information there." Sighing, Sayako sweat drops.
"Well why don't you stand up and show us yours?" Midnight smirks at the frowning Sayako.
"Fine, fine…the seamstress hero, Weaver." Tiredly, Sayako sighs giving in, slowly standing up before the class placing her whiteboard down before her class for them to see her name, some smiling at it.
"Ah so you can weave the people of the world together!" Happily, Midnight beams brightly.
"No." Curtly, Sayako answers.
"So you can weave together a perfect society with your team mates?" Midnight continues relentless making Sayako frown.
"No." Tiredly, Sayako repeats.
"Then why pick it?" Mystified, Midnight questions Sayako.
"Goes with my quirk." Simply, Sayako shrugs stating the fact of it making Midnight flinch from her blunt answer.
"That…why am I not surprised by you?" Exhausted, Midnight groans, combing her fingertips though her blonde locks, tugging at them slightly. She sweat drops at her.
"Am I done now?" Fed up, Sayako turns to Midnight wanting to get back to her seat.
"Yes!" Excitedly, Midnight declares grinning from ear to ear as she slams her whip down on the podium making Sayako flinch from it, darting back from the swift slam to the podium from the overly excited Midnight.
"Why did you hit me with the whip!?" Lost, Sayako demands from Midnight, furious, anger laced in her tone.
"Because why not?" Midnight shrugs her shoulders making Sayako gawk at her elder, feeling her greens twitch.
"How are you ever heard of harassment!?" Haughtily, Sayako questions Midnight only to be met by eerie silence as she sighs, too tired to deal with any of it as she leaves, returning to her seat.
"The stealth hero inviable girl!" Giddily, Tooru declares standing before her classmates.
"That really suits you! Now come on who's going to step up next?" Midnight questions turning to the class.
"I hope I can live up to this name, the everything hero I'm Creati." Momo reveals her name.
"Creative!" Cheekily, Midnight winks.
"Shoto." Straight-faced, Shoto stares at his classmates.
"Just your name? Is that it?" Frowning, Midnight furrows her brow at Shoto, peering over, hands on hips looking over his whiteboard.
"Jet Black Hero Tsukoyomi." Tokoyami reveals dramatically.
"God of the night!" In awe, Midnight swoons.
"I'm the fresh picked hero grape juice!" Mineta shows the whiteboard to the class.
"Very catchy!" Midnight smiles.
"King explosion murder." Mad, Bakugo slams his whiteboard down on the podium, a part of Sayako surprised to see the whiteboard not having smashed into pieces having retained its form.
"Okay now I see why he had to wear a straitjacket." Sayako whispers under her breath, leaning back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest.
"And a muzzle." Sero throws in.
"A muzzle!?" Horrified, Sayako gapes gawking at the info.
"Maybe that one's a little bit too violent." Meekly, Midnight smiles.
"Huh what do you mean?" Bakugo bellows demanding the truth.
"Why don't you be explosion boy?" Kirishima offers.
"You shut up weird head!" Hollering, Bakugo snaps scowling at Kirishima.
"You honestly think that proud ass would call himself boy. Why not grenade? It suits your quirk more and that's all you really have considering how shitty of a personality you have." Frankly, Sayako states the fact of the matter, looking over her nails.
"Oh, shut up dye girl! MAYBE I SHOULD SHOW YOU TWO WHY MURDER SHOULD BE IN MY NAME?!" Enraged, Bakugo snarls at the two, Kaminari chuckles and Sayako smirking.
"My hero…" Sarcastically, Sayako rolls her eyes.
"Oh, shut up!" Bakugo roars spewing flames.
"This is the name I thought of Uravity." Softly, Uraraka smiles as she reveals her name.
"I just love that. To be honest choosing names is going faster than I thought it would all we have left is young Bakugo who needs to rethink his and Iida oh yes and Midoriya too." Midnight looks over the class, a fidgeting Midoriya, a angry Bakuago and a still stoic Tenya, glaring down at his whiteboard where…
"Tenya…I didn't want to say anything yesterday but…I can't feel my legs. There useless." Hoarsely, Tensei whispers bedridden.
"What!? No way!" Tenya refuses shaking his head at the thought.
"Yeah, I think the hero Ingenium…is finished. At least for me." Sadly, Tensei closes his eyes.
"No, you still have so many people to help and inspire brother, this can't be true!" Tenya denies pain laced in his tone.
"Sorry…I'm afraid it is. That's why I want you to take the name. Will you do that?" Tensei asks his little brother.
"You're using your real name too?" Midnight's voice snaps Tenya out of his thoughts. He stands before the class, Sayako furrowing her brow at him no words needing to be shed. He simply silently nods then he sits down, his blues gazing down at his desk.
"Well, Midoriya are you ready?" Midnight calls out to him.
"Oh…! Yes!" Midoriya stands up from his seat.
"Really Midoriya?" Kirishima furrows his brow.
"You sure about that?" Kaminari adds.
"I thought you'd go for Broccoli." Sayako states.
"Yeah man that could be your name forever." Kirishima sighs.
"Right…I used to hate it. But then something changed. I guess someone taught me it could have a different meaning. And that had a huge impact on how I felt. So now I really like it. Deku that has to be my code name." Proudly, Midoriya smiles.
"Well if that isn't a middle finger I don't know what is." Crudely, Sayako mutters under her breath.
"Shut up!" Bakugo snarls at Sayako after having heard her as he stood up, heading to the front.
"Lord explosion murder!" Bakugo reveals.
"That's basically the same thing…" Tiredly, Midnight sweat drops stating the fact to the matter to lord explosion murder…
"Now that you've picked out your hero names we can go back to talking about your upcoming internship they last for one week as for you who'll be working with. Those on the board will choose from their offers. Everyone else will have a different list. You have a lot to think about. There are around 40 agencies across the country that have agreed to take on interns from your class. Each agency has a different speciality hero focus on keep that in mind." Calmly, Aizawa explains to his class once Midnight's roll had been fulfilled as he turns back to his class.
"Imagine that you were 13 you would want to focus on rescuing people not fighting villains understand?" Politely, Midnight offers said comparison to the class.
"Think carefully before you decide." Aizawa advises.
"Yes sir!" The class chorus.
"I just want to fight bad guys in a big city." Kirishima grins from ear to ear, slamming his fist into his open palm.
"I just want to intern a place where's there a lot of flooding, maybe a lake." Tsuyu considers, a forefinger upon her face.
"I just want to get paid." Frankly, Sayako deadpans making the others sweat drop at Sayako's frankness.
"Turn in your choices before the weekend." Aizawa and Midnight turn towards the door.
"We've only got two days!?" Sero gasps.
"Yeah so pick wisely you're dismissed." Aizawa tells his class before sliding the door shut before his students and leave alongside Midnight, winking, hands behind her head as they leave, leaving the class to decide for themselves.
"So guys have you decided which pro agency you're going to go for?" Curious, Mina asks out loud.
"Mount lady is my top choice." Mineta smiles, giving a thumbs up.
"Mineta are you thinking something perverted?" Tsuyu questions as she brushes past him.
"You know the answer Tsuyu so why bother?" Confused, Sayako furrows her brow at Tsuyu sat at her desk, looking over her list, her brow furrowed when looking at the list.
"Possibly…" Meekly, Mineta whimpers fearful almost as he turns to Tsuyu.
"You went pretty far into the tournament I'm surprised you didn't get any offers." Ojiro confesses to Mina slumped, draped over her seat.
"I know its probably cause a certain someone beat me so quickly." Whining, Mina slams her hands down on the desk, placing her paper to the desk. She glares playfully at the scowling Sayako, further furrowing her brow at the list when noting a familiar name as she scoffs, rolling her eyes at the sheer sight of the name.
"Not my fault you got wrecked." Coolly, Sayako shrugs as she takes out her marker, swiftly slashing out the agency.
"Urgh you're so mean!" Mina huffs, approaching Sayako's side, wrapping her arms around Sayako's back, shaking Sayako slightly making her roll her eyes at Mina's dramatic nature.
"Who are you going to choose Sayako?" Curious, Ochako questions Sayako hands behind her back.
"I bet you have a lot of offers." Sadly, Momo smiles making Sayako's green narrow at the fake smile.
"Yeah you don't seem to like heroes much, any heroes now that I think about it." Humming, Ojiro points out.
"Eh probably wing it." Lazily, Sayako shrugs, ignoring the brief sting in her gut.
"You can't just wing it!" Mad, Mina huffs at her.
"This is my first year we're all going to make mistakes in who we pick its from that we grow." Frankly, Sayako states the fact making the others sweat drop once more at her frankness.
"Wow Say that sounded really mature." Optimistically, Ojiro offers smiling softly at her.
"Really? I was just talking out my ass." Sayako shrugs.
"Of course you were." Tooru sweat drops.
"Idiots…." Bitterly, Bakugo tsks scowling, his raw reds glaring from the group to the paper before him, his crimson hues narrowing, his grip tightening around the stack full of paper presented before him of offers.
"How's it going for you lord grenade?" Curious, Sayako raises a brow at Bakugo walking over to him.
"Stop calling me that!" Scowling, Bakuago demands, slamming his fist down on the desk.
"Then tell me." Sayako drapes her arm over Bakugo, glaring up at her as she bravely ruffles up his blonde nest making him seethe. Rudely, Bakuago brushes her off before sighing, slumping his shoulders.
"I'm thinking of going for Best Jeanist." Bakugo informs Sayako who flinches from the namedrop, feeling her heart drop, feeling her muscle tense, feeling her blood boil, bubble burn at the sheer name alone. Slowly, she feels her fingertips curl into her inner palm, feeling her nails dig deep into the plush pillow of her palm.
"…What?" Sayako snaps icily.
"He's the number four hero I don't have to tell you anything." Annoyed, Bakugo slaps her hand off him glaring up at her, his eyes narrowing noting her hostility, the malice marred into her tense tone. She simply smiles strained, he notices her twitching smile, attempting to refrain from something but what? Bakugo furrows his brow having no clue what to make of her reaction.
"Bakugo don't waste your time on that lout." Aloofly, Sayako tells him.
"Huh?" Bakugo blurts out his eyes narrowed from her response. This guy was the 4th greatest pro in Japan he refuses to let that opportunity slide maybe she wanted him. They do have similar quirks heh, she's just jealous that she didn't get his sponsor…
"That guy is the optima of fake, all he cares about is his public image or how he looks, he doesn't care about anyone but himself all he does is trick people with his denim crap and acts as if he saved the day when in fact it was other heroes that did." Sayako explains to Bakugo.
"Wow Sai that's a lot of hate for just one guy." Kirishima approaches, furrowing his brow.
"He's a waste of space if you want to be that sort of hero go ahead, see if I care." Coldly, Sayako snaps scowling.
"Hey Sayako…what's with her?" Concerned, Kirishima calls out but is answered by the swift slam of the door.
"Eh who cares…" Coldly, Bakugo brushes her off, his ruby reds glaring down at the paper before him, his raw reds pinned down on the 3rd pro hero, Best Jeanist.
"Hmm…well, well look who decided to show up." Amused, Midnight chuckles as she opens the door to her office about to go out for a drink only to stop when seeing the familiar figure of Sayako. She leans against the wall outside of her wall where she rolls her eyes at midnight's greeting.
"Would you stop making such a big deal about this?" Tensely, Sayako snaps irritated, her arms crossed over her chest not having the patience in dealing with any of this, furrowing her brow. Her greens dart from side to side, hopeful to not have anyone staring at the scene she is making right now before the clearly uncomfortable Sayako.
"What could someone like you want with little old me?" Mischievously, Midnight swoons, placing the back of her hand on her head making Sayako sigh.
"You know what." She scowls slamming the door behind her after Midnight struts back into her office with Sayako following behind her inside.
"Oh do I now?" Smirking, Midnight plops herself back on her chair, leaning back in her seat.
"Stop making this weird." Sayako groans, placing her hand on the top of the chair across from Midnight, standing behind it.
"You're the one making it weird by saying it's weird." Midnight leans over her desk.
"Urgh…I just...need some advice." Exhausted, Sayako slumps her shoulders too done, too tired, too exhausted to deal with anything as she slowly swings herself onto her seat.
"So, you need my help." Midnight catches on, a small smirk of smugness upon her lips.
"God, I hate you." Frankly, Sayako deadpans glaring into Midnight's boisterous blue.
"Sorry, what was that?" Innocently, she cranes her neck to the side swiftly slamming her whip down on the desk making Sayako flinch from the sharp snap.
"Urgh, I need help with picking an agency." Gingerly, Sayako cradles her wrist clutching it to her wrist from the close call.
"And you came to little old me!" Midnight proclaims, swinging herself into circles courtesy of the chair.
"Stop making this weird!" Angrily, Sayako slams her fist down on the desk.
"Silence! So how are you?" Sternly, Midnight slams her whip down on the desk once more making Sayako hiss, glaring daggers at the strict teacher who swiftly changes from sternly scowling to a small, sweet smile.
"I'm fine why do you ask?" Sceptical, Sayako's greens narrow.
"Sweetie you had a heart attack that isn't something you would call fine." Midnight sighs placing her leg over the other.
"So my hypothermia did something." Sayako slumps in her seat shrugging it off.
"How are you I mean coming back from that?" Tentatively, Midnight asks Sayako clearly concerned making Midnight grimace, glancing to the side.
"I've got these heat packs so I should be fine." Lazily, Sayako takes out of the many heat packs her father had thrown at her chucking it up into her open palm up and down, juggling them almost.
"Can you grip things?" Midnight questions Sayako, swiftly tossing a pencil at her.
"Yes see." Sayako sighs, instincts taking over as she swiftly catches said item, twirling it in between her fingertips.
"Can you eat without chattering?" Midnight questions making Sayako sigh tiredly, rolling her eyes at the teacher.
"Can you stop acting like my dad?" Fed up, Sayako snaps scowling aggravation laced in her tone, anger oozing out of her almost.
"You're fine then." Midnight smiles softly relieved.
"Look at you catching on." Dryly, Sayako remarks huffing, tossing the pencil back into the coffee cup, her eyes widening when hearing the brief glug of liquid turning to see Midnight's sharp scowl. She returns with a sheepish smile at her now ruined coffee.
"So your father made an offer you won't go to his?" Midnight furrows her brow after Sayako passed Midnight her offered list.
"That's the last person I'd go to." Firmly, Sayako states.
"He could help you greatly with your quirk Sayako." Gently, Midnight points out.
"I know my quirk." Defensively, Sayako scowls glaring to the side, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But do you? Quirks evolve, you already have an issue when it comes to your costume perhaps your father can train you into using less fibres." Midnight explains to the shuffling Sayako.
"I just don't want to okay?" Panicked, Sayako snaps pain laced in her tone.
"Sayako…" Midnight's eyes soften noting the genuine discomfort from Sayako.
"I'm sorry but I just…I can't not after everything…" Hurt, Sayako whispers.
"Didn't you tell Todoroki to not let the past pull you back? Why are you letting what happened between you two affect your progress? For all you know this internship could help you better understand your father and what he did?" Midnight explains to Sayako.
"For all I know this internship could do more damage than good. I don't think you get it Midnight, how painful it is being in the same room as him with other people. Everyone calls him best Jeanist their hero but when it comes to me… I've known him my entire life as Tsunagu as dad; having to go up to him, acting as if he's a stranger as he so happily ignores my existence to live a life of luxury of women, of models flinging themselves onto him. What's worse is that I'm jealous, jealous of those that can just stand by his side not on eggshells but me? It's a landmine, I get scared and I hate it one wrong move, one slip of the tongue and it's all over for me, for my family, for him…and that's not even going into my dad's side of it. He has to watch as the person he thought loved him…It hurts…it hurts so much I just can't." Pained, Sayako bows her head into her hands, trying to blink back the tears threatening to fall, hearing the brief crack of her voice.
"Sayako…" Midnight begins sighing sadly.
"You're right perhaps I'm a coward I am a hypocrite in some standing but I just can't…not yet. Not after everything." Sayako sighs slowly standing up from her seat.
"You need to talk to him eventually you deserve closure…" Midnight reasons.
"The real question is do I have the bravery to confront said closure?" Aloofly, Sayako sighs slumping her shoulders exhausted, drained almost as she turns on her heel and leaves, heading out.
"What do you want?" Annoyed, Aizawa furrows his brow as he sits at his desk in the teacher's lounge where he finds Sayako looming over him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"I would like you to do your job." Scowling, Sayako sighs passing the offer papers to him which he swiftly scans over.
"And I would like to be left alone." Annoyed, Aizawa retorts cursing under his breath.
"Look I just need you to do your job for once in your life." Tiredly, she sighs pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to use her gathered patience in dealing with Aizawa.
"And I would like my student to treat me with the respect I deserve." Aizawa snaps, his raw reds flickering briefly, his long locks of coal black wafting up in the air.
"Urgh fine please can I have some help with choosing an agency?" Annoyed, Sayako snaps scowling at him, frustration laced in her tired tone.
"Now was that so hard?" Tauntingly, Aizawa smirks smugly.
"Would you like me to answer that?" Truthfully, Sayako unravels her hands from her chest, placing them to her hips.
"What do you want kid?" Fed up, Aizawa questions as Sayako notes on his desk, a paperweight of a kitten of sorts making her arch a brow bemused by the small snippet but she brushes it aside, not wishing to anger her help through this time.
"I need some help choosing my agency since the guy I wanted didn't put one in." Frankly, Sayako confesses grimacing at the sore sharp sting in the pit of her stomach in her guy throbbing, trembling, hating every single second of the knot being tugged within her.
"You mean Edgeshot." Coolly, Aizawa catches up.
"How did you…?" Shocked, Sayako's green hues widen when hearing his words.
"You said how you were interested in underground work, Edgeshot does that." Aizawa states.
"I have mobility…" Mumbling, Sayako glares to the side.
"But do you have teamwork?" Aizawa argues.
"I can work with a group if need be." Sayako huffs.
"I'm sure as you have shown on many occasions." Sarcastically, Aizawa exclaims making her scowl.
"Look is there anyone else you thought I should look into." Impatiently, Sayako questions him.
"You'll need someone who can help with that eye quirk of yours." Aizawa says.
"Oh that." Sayako exclaims.
"Yes. That." Aizawa's eyes narrow.
"I have my dad doing that for me." Sayako argues.
"That doesn't mean it's been perfected, working under someone with a similar quirk to your own could help you use it longer." Aizawa informs her.
"I suppose I hadn't considered that do you know anyone? I mean with your eye quirk…" Sayako points out.
"Considering your relationship with the press maybe Nighteye." Aizawa offers.
"Night who?" Sayako quirks her head to the side.
"He has a quirk based in his eye." Aizawa answers.
"Huh so he could help." Sayako hums approvingly.
"He could…if he chooses too." Aizawa warns.
If he chooses to?" Sayako furrows her brow.
"You'll understand when you meet him." Aizawa tells her.
"But he hasn't given me an offer." Sayako disputes.
"Ask your dad, he may be able to pull some strings." Lazily, Aizawa shrugs.
"Right…" Sighing, Sayako gives in trailing off.
"By the way your grip is okay right?" Aizawa asks her, confusing her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sayako confirms.
"Good. Just in case I'd put a second choice. Now is that all?" Aizawa questions her.
"Yeah that's the main gist of it cheers." She nods her head and heads to the door only for her eyes to widen when she slides the door open for her greens to meet a familiar pair of blue.
"Hm? Tenya?" Sayako exclaims surprised by the sight of him.
"Oh Sayako hi." Tightly, Tenya smiles making Sayako scowl slamming the door shut refusing to let him pass.
"You giving in your form already"? Sayako crosses her arms over her chest.
"Yeah." Tenya nods his head.
"What did you pick?" Puzzled, Sayako asks him.
"Manuel." Tenya smiles.
"At Hosu city…" Sayako's eyes narrow noting Tenya tense up.
"That's right." Tenya nod his head, a still silence in the air.
"Where Tensei was attacked." Sayako exclaims making Tenya bow his head.
"Ah so you did your research." Tightly, Tenya smiles.
"Let's just say a little birdie told me." Sayako leans back against the door.
"What happened to client confidentiality?" Tenya exclaims.
"What happened to you should ask for help advice." Annoyed, Sayako counters.
"This has nothing to do with you Sayako." Sternly, Tenya says.
"I know it doesn't, but I also know going against the hero killer stain is a mission for morons who clearly don't value their life!" Sayako scowls at Tenya.
"My brother was nearly killed by that mad man I must be the one to avenge him." Tenya argues.
"Oh for the…get over yourself Tenya, that guy has killed plenty of other heroes, you're lucky your brother was spared." Snippily, Sayako points out.
"So what you think I should let him get away with this!?" Tenya snarls at the sheer thought alone.
"What I think is that you need to take a step back and properly think about this. Tenya you could die!" Pained, Sayako argues hurt.
"I have to do this. You wouldn't understand." Tenya points out.
"I wouldn't understand!? Tenya if I was in your situation I would be doing the same." Sadly, Sayako bows her head.
"Then why are you stopping me?" Fuming, Tenya demands.
"Because this is a bloody stupid idea!" Irritated, Sayako points out.
"Because I'm not strong enough is that what you think?" Tenya argues.
"Of course not you idiot! Because I don't want you to make the same mistake I would make!" Sorrowfully, Sayako confesses.
"I can't stand by as…" Tenya trails off as Sayako shakes her head at him.
"Tenya, imagine your brother bound to a wheelchair having to learn of his little brother dying thanks to his attack, the one he swore to protect to care for, to inspire having to bury his grave…" Grimly, Sayako explains making Tenya's blues expand hurt from her words.
"I…I have to go. Excuse me." Politely, Tenya steps forward as Sayako is brushed aside for Tenya to enter, making Sayako grimace, glaring to the side, Sayako knowing no words could reach him, despite her best efforts as she sighs.
"Tenya…you idiot!" Incensed, Sayako seethes scowling, glaring at the ground before leaving, heading home…