Standing with my hero case in hand, the rest of my classmates and I waited for Aizawa to give us our send off before we all took our respective trains to our internships.

"Everyone has their costumes, right? Remember, you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet. And don't lose them or anything.", he started as he stood with his hands stuffed in his pant pockets. 

Mina held her case above her head, "Gotcha!", she cheered.

"Speak properly!", Aizawa started to reprimand, "It's 'yes, sir', Ashido."

"Yes, sir...", she cooed back a little upset.

He continued on with a deadpanned expression, "Make sure you mind your manners with the other heroes during your internships. Now get to it."

"Yes, sir!", we all replied in unison. 

Iida had immediately moved away from the group once Aizawa finished his dismissal. I had thought since we were taking the same train, he would wait for me to move as well, but I was wrong. I began to retreat away from my classmates and follow him as well, walking with intent to catch up to him. 

When I was only ten feet away I decided to call out to him, "Iida!", he stopped but didn't turn around. I continued to talk as I caught up to him, "I was thinking since we are both going to Hosu that we would ride together!" I moved to stand in front of him so I could face him while speaking, "Does that sound okay with you?"

"It's not an issue, it would only make sense that we would travel together.", he spoke with a forced expression.

Maybe this wasn't a good call? It was easy to figure out why he has been different lately- we all knew that his brother's injuries were serious enough that he could no longer continue hero work. He was Iida's hero, anyone would be upset after something as traumatic as this. He probably wanted to be by himself right now. Just as I was about to tell him it was okay for us to ride separately, Izuku and Uraraka appeared behind us. 

"Iida, wait!", Izuku called, "Hey.. if you ever wanna talk or anything.. just let us know." Uraraka nodded next to him as he continued, "We're friends, right?"

Iida turned away from me, and gave them a brave face. "Yes.", was all he gave them. 

He turned and moved passed me and started back towards our train station. Izuku and Uraraka both gave me concerned looks, but I gave them a reassuring smile. It was clear that we were all rightfully concerned about him, but none of us knew exactly what to do. If he said he was okay, we wouldn't force him to speak about what was going on in his head. 

I began to follow Iida, I decided the best thing I could do was give him space and the opportunity to confide. He knew we were there, so there was no reason to pressure him into speaking to us. When the train finally came we sat across from each other, but silently chose to leave the other to their own devices instead of holding a conversation. He sat closer to the window and watched the outside surroundings as we passed and I listened to music and attempted to get a little rest. 

I was given no incite on what type of training I would be doing, so I could only assume it would be physical. Yet to fully catch up on sleep, I was still running on fumes each day so I wanted to take this opportunity to get the little that I could. I wanted to be prepared for whatever Vision threw my way. 

When we reached Hosu City, Iida and I went our separate ways. His internship was more central and mine was on the outskirts, meaning I had to take a bus before I was at my internship. The ride was fairly quick, and when I reached the closest bus stop I was left with only a five minute walk to my destination

As I walked towards the address I was given, I was confused by the surroundings. I knew that Hosu City was a tad bit slower and not as bustling as other major cities- and Vision did live on the outskirts- but I wasn't expecting a suburban area. The block I walked down was lined with townhouses that looked inhabited by regular families, some young children were playing outside and a couple of adults stood on their stoops and enjoyed the calm breeze. There was little to no traffic with only a few cars passing by, and the hum of the city was far into the distance. Aizawa explained that Vision wasn't a typical hero, but I can't imagine hero training in an environment this subdued.

I stood at the base of the walkway of my destination, and looked up towards the house to see a woman sitting on a porch swing with a white ceramic mug in hand. When she noticed me, she sat her mug on a wicker table next to her and stood at the archway of the porch. She wore a silk, peach midi dress with burnt orange colored lace detailing, and an ivory knit wrap that hung loosely off her shoulders and rested mainly in the creases of her elbows. She was oddly barefoot, but on her hands she wore cream silk gloves that stopped mid forearm. Her hair was a very dark curly brown that was worn in a loose braid behind her, with curls framing her complexion. Her ebony skin had a warm glow under the sunlight, her eyes also shined bright despite being a dark brown shade. As she walked towards me I couldn't help but gape at how absolutely beautiful this woman was, and stood there mesmerized by her.

"Hello?", she sweetly asked when she was now standing in front of me, "Are you the student Shouta sent?"

My grip on the handle of my hero case tightened, "Oh, yes!", I quickly bowed, "I am Miyake Aiya, hero name Vector Vixen.", I stood upright and smiled at her, "It is so wonderful to meet you. You are Vision, right?"

She smiled and gave me another soft smile as she bowed, "I rarely actually use my hero name, so feel free to refer to me by my actual name. Uyeno Junko, but feel free to call me Junko."

"Then please call me Aiya, then.", I smiled at her. 

"Wonderful, now how about we come inside and talk about the sorts of things we will be doing, hm?", she gestured for me to follow her towards her home behind us. 

I should have expected the inside to be just as lovely as the rest of her. The flooring was wooden, chestnut colored planks and the walls of each room were a different warm neutral tone. Most of the decor consisted of sheer drapery, copious plants, dim lighting, and small personal knick knacks and artwork along the walls. The overall scent of the place was amber and pine, that circulated the house when accompanied by the natural soft breeze from outside. The aesthetic of it all almost didn't even seem real, let alone held by a licensed hero. Junko led me into the kitchen and dining room area, where she motioned for me to sit at the table while she went into the kitchen. When she returned she was carrying a tray of what I could only assume was homemade juice, tea, and fresh baked goods made from scratch. She placed it in front of me and sat at the seat across from me. After settling in the chair, she took the mug from the corner and placed it in front of herself. 

"I'm sure you have some sort of appetite, you have been traveling for most of the morning, no?", she pushed the tray more towards me. 

I picked up a curry bun and took a bite, "Thank you, you're not wrong.", I smiled at her as I chewed. 

"You're welcome.", she took a sip of her drink, "I hope you don't mind if I elaborate on the initiatives of this week while you eat. That way, once you've finished we will get started" I nodded to show her I agreed as I continued to eat the bun. "So, you are the first student I have ever had, and for a specific reason. If it wasn't for owing Shou a favor, and heavily respecting the work Telekin has done, I wouldn't have accepted you." My chewing slowed, "Not that I'm sure you're not a wonderful girl, who has the potential to be an amazing hero- when they sent me a recording of you in the sports festival, I couldn't deny your natural ability to be a hero. You have a gift, and I am thankful you are using it wisely."

I placed down the bun and took a sip of the juice, delicious! "Thank you so much, I am grateful of you for taking on me even more so."

She smiled again, "The pleasure is entirely mine. I just wanted to make that clear that the only resistance I had was about myself, and not of you."

"Can I ask you why that is?", I picked up the bun again to continue. 

"Of course, I want you to feel free and like you can ask me anything. The reason I was apprehensive about the entire thing is that it is difficult to teach the way I operate. I'm sure you already know I'm not classic style hero, but do you know anything else about me?" I shook my head and she continued, "Just as I thought, Shou couldn't shine a light on something if it killed him." she rolled her eyes with a playful smile as she spoke, "No matter, I have no issue telling you myself."

She took off one of her silken gloves, and reached her bare palm out for me to take into hers. I put down the bun, and wiped my hand on the napkin she put on the tray, and put my hand into hers. On instant contact, I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head and her nose drip with blood. Her breathing became labored, and she slightly shook as her head dipped back. 

Jumping from the table and going to her side, I grabbed her shoulders and gave a quick nudge, "Junko?! Are you alright?!!"

Once our hands were no longer connected, her eyes shifted back, her breathing evened, and she stopped shaking. She reached towards the table and wiped the blood with the napkin off of the tray. 

"Yes, I am fine. That was just my quirk at work.", she spoke softly as she pulled the glove back onto her hand, "Please sit back down."

I nodded and went back to my seat, "W-what was it? I don't understand."

"By physically touching anyone with my hands, I can see their memories. With those I am well acquainted with I can also see premonitions revolving around them. My quirk is nonphysical besides what I experience while using it, which is what you saw before and it does not harm me."

Leaning back in my chair, I was slightly relieved that she confirmed she was fine, "As long as you say so.", I paused, "So... what type of hero work do you do?"

Junko smiled and picked up her mug, satisfied that I was following, "Good question! Obviously my quirk isn't made for combat of any kind, which is fine by me- I've never been much for fighting. Before becoming a hero, I worked in the Hosu Police Force, and my job was to collect records of what actually occurred from all parties involved in situations. Whether that's civilians, heroes, officers, or villains, I use my quirk to see their memory of the event and I make the official report. I don't do this so much anymore since I have my hero license. Now I primarily work special undercover operations and study the psychology of villains and even help some rehabilitate."

Wow. "T-that's amazing, Junko! I've never heard of a hero like that before!", I exclaimed. 

"I'm glad you think so.", she gave me a bright smile. 

I rubbed the back of my neck, "I'm just not sure-"

"How that's going to fit into your training?", she smiled, "Just like everyone else who watched the sport's festival, I also watched you lose control of your quirk.", my face grew red from embarrassment, "And I'm going to help with that."

"How? Baba said I could... I could kill myself and the people around me if I can't keep it under control. My brain could-"

"Explode?", she deadpanned before taking a sip of her tea, "That's where there lies a similarity between us. I went through a lot of the same things as you when my quirk manifested; blinding migraines, nosebleeds, eyes rolling back among some things. When I first used my quirk I couldn't control how much of someone's memories I was seeing, so my brain would just become overloaded. Over time I was able to learn to search for specific memories and that causes less of a draw back." She stood up from her seat, and walked to my side of the table, "I'm going to teach you ways you can lessen your own drawbacks, and to maintain a level mind to not loss your grasp on your power. Are you ready to begin?"

I stood from the table and grinned, "Yes! What will we be starting with?"

"First", she picked up my bags from the ground and started walking towards the hallway leading to the back of the house, "You are going to take a hot bath and then we will begin some exercises. I will show you to the room you will be staying in."

From there she led me up a staircase and to a hallway on the second floor of the house. This floor was decorated in a similar fashion as the first; plants, personal decor, and a cozy atmosphere. She stops in front of a white door with a bronze doorknob that she promptly turned and stepped into the room. The walls were a pale blue color with a white floral pattern, the fittings and flooring of the room was a dark wood color. All of the furniture was white painted wood, with bronze knobs and handles. I watched as Junko placed my bag onto the bed and open it. She began to dig through it, pulling out my clothing and inspecting each article before stuffing it back in. 

"None of your clothes are.... what I'm looking for.", she spoke intently before walking the bag to a closet and placing it onto the floor, "It's a good thing you seem to be about my size, or else we would have to go shopping."

I walked to the desk and sat at the chair as she walked into a room connected to this one, that I assumed was a bathroom by the sound of running water, "What's wrong with the clothing I brought? Aizawa didn't tell me what we were doing so I tried packing for any occasion-"

"That I can tell.", she said as she reentered the room was a silk robe in her hand, "Even if he had told you what we were doing, I'm not sure you would have the items we would need anyway.", she laid the robe on the bed and gestured for me to follow her into the bathroom. Of course, I followed, and when I entered I was met with a misty, aromatic, luxurious bathroom. It was like a five star hotel bathroom; gold and porcelain everything covered in flowers and greenery. "Take your bath, and do it leisurely. When your finished look in the dresser in your room for something to wear. I'll meet you again in the dining room whenever you're ready. Feel free to use anything you see here during your stay.", she spoke as she placed a large, fluffy forest green towel near the tub filled with flower petals and bubbles. 

I looked at her in complete awe, "O-o, uh thank you so much.", I bowed, "I will see you in a bit."

She gave me a nod and a soft smile as she left me to my own devices. I couldn't believe any of this. This absolutely stunning woman, in her gorgeous home, is forcing me to take a bath and wear her beautiful clothes as my internship training?!? I couldn't complain, I felt burned out and worked down to the bone the past few weeks and this was a vacation in comparison. Maybe Junko knew that- better yet, maybe Aizawa knew that and that's why he forced Baba to let me actually go. Either way, I couldn't be more grateful for this. 

After taking my phone out of my pocket and putting it on the sink counter top, I began to strip off my school uniform and fold it nicely and placed it next to it. I left my underwear and socks on the floor for me to stuff into my bag later. Removing my hair from my ponytail, I inched my way towards the tub. Taking the first step into the warm water was pure bliss and I couldn't help myself when I rushed to fully submerge the rest of my body. I sat there for a few moments with my eyes closed and enjoyed the tranquil environment before decided to start washing up. Slowly, I scrubbed my face, hair, and then body with her many soaps and cleansing products positioned around the edge of the tub. When I felt like a completely cleansed woman, I rung my hair out before stepping out onto the bathmat and wrapping myself in the towel placed beside me. 

Patting myself dry, I decided to also use the lotions and moisturizers laid out for my face and body on the counter. When I was as smooth as a baby's ass, I moved from the bathroom and into the bedroom. I removed the towel from my body and wrapped it around my hair, and then I slipped into the robe Junko had placed on the bed earlier. Once decent, I pulled my bag out from the closet and took out the items I would actually be using- hygiene products, hair brush, phone charger, underwear, etc., and began unpacking them and putting them away around the room and bathroom.

Then I decided to look for something to wear that was to Junko's liking. I moved to the dresser and pulled out the top drawer. Silk dresses? I pushed the drawer back in, and pulled out the second one. More silk dresses. The same with the third and fourth drawers- silk dresses. Was that all she wore?! Why wasn't there anything else! Everything in the dresser looked like a nightgown! Was it appropriate for me to dress like this, I was only 15 years old! 

Sighing, I grabbed the top dress from the folded stack in the fourth drawer and closed it. I promptly removed my robe, and got dressed. I made my way back into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror as I took the towel off my head and laid it on a rack for it to dry. In the reflection I saw myself wearing a very simple navy blue silk dress. This one had barely any embellishments, being actually very modest in the cut and style of it. The neckline was square, and the straps were about an inch thick, and the entire dress length was brushing my knees. The fit was a bit baggy, my body not being able to fill it out quite the same way as Junko's had. I could make peace with what I was wearing, I was actually not as exposed as I had felt when looking at all of array of gowns in the drawers. If anything, I felt like I was at the true height of elegance after the entire routine. 

Finally satisfied, I began to brush my damp hair with the brush I put in the bathroom earlier. Just as I had finished with the ends, my phone began to ring. Looking over to see who it was, I saw Katsuki's name on the screen. Why was he trying to facetime me right now? I picked it up anyway, and positioned it against the mirror so that it was facing me before I answered. When it connected, I continued to brush my hair when I was met with a black screen. 

"Katsuki?", I called while making sections of my hair to continue to brush, "What do you need? Haven't you started your internship yet?"

There was a shuffle and then a scoff, "Why the fuck do you look like that? What the hell are you wearing?!"

I rolled my eyes, "The hero I'm interning with made me bathe and gave me clothes to wear because she didn't like what I brought. That's besides the point, though. Why did you call? What was the point of facetiming me if I can't see you?"

"Shut up!", he growled, "Best Jeanist... the fucking bastard.....he did something to me."

At his words I stopped brushing, "What do you mean?"

"He...", he gave me a heavy sigh, "Just look."

The camera moved from the darkness and suddenly there was a person with nicely combed blonde hair in the frame. Seeing that the person was wearing Katsuki's hero costume was a weird turn, but fully realizing that it was him was the cherry on top of it all. He looked beyond furious and like he was out for blood. I had never seen his hair so tamed before, and I wasn't sure if I could count on seeing it ever like this again. Before he could go back into hiding I snatched my phone and took a screenshot of him. 

"AIYA! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!", he screamed as he moved out of frame again, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" There were explosion sounds in the background of his end of the call.

I couldn't help but laugh at his frustrations, "I'm sorry, but it looked so handsome! I knew I would never see it again so I needed to seize the opportunity!"

There was a pause of silence on his end until the line went dead. I could only expect that reaction from him, and I knew I was in for an earful when we got back to school next week. I finished brushing my hair, and when I was satisfied with how I looked I decided now was the time to meet Junko downstairs. I picked up my dirty clothes and went back into the room, organizing them in a different compartment than my clean ones. After a quick tidying of the room, I walked out into the hallway and down the stairs towards the room she would be in.