When I entered the room I found Junko to be sitting at the table we were stationed at when I first arrived. She turned and smiled at me, washing me over with feelings of reassurance and excitement. Waving her hand in the direction of the chair next to her, I met her silent request of sitting there and awaited her instruction. What could we possibly be doing that I would be required to take a nice, relaxing bath and wear such a leisurely garment for training ?

"So...", I began, "I am curious as to what type of work we will be doing together...especially considering how...unusual of a prep you gave me for it."

She tilted her head at me- like she was confused about why I would find it strange that after just meeting her she would make me bathe and wear her sexy clothing. After a brief moment her eyes lit up and moved to the edge of her sit as she reached for and gripped her hands on my lap. "If I'm being honest, that kinda has nothing to do with what we are going to be doing. I just thought you were such a beautiful, young girl and...", she turned my hands around in hers, inspecting them.

Our hands looked vastly different from one another. Hers were soft, supple, and smooth. Not a single mark on them except a small tattoo of an eye she had on the middle finger of her left hand. Her nails were filed into an almond shape, a pearlescent pink coating them. Compared to mine they looked pure and untouched, as if they had never been asked to do a single task in the entirety of her life. My hands were dry, rough, and clearly worked through. Faint scars littered all over them, mostly congregating around my knuckles- the area that was abused the most. Callouses from years of training were permanent reminders of the extent of that work. My nails were bitten and varying in shape- some with residue dark blue chipping from being painted months before.

"...I wanted you to experience being a teenage girl for a bit !", she cheered as I casted a sweat drop. "It's very obvious to anyone who watches you in action that you are an extremely hard worker. I'm not quite sure what your quirk is exactly or how it works, but it's clear that it is not something that is easily harnessed and executed. Yet, it looks like it comes second nature to you- like walking ! I could only assume that you have trained excruciatingly hard your entire life, and from what Shouta tells me you do not have any sisters or strong friendships with the other girls in your class...", I raised my eyebrow at the observation as she continued, "...so I wanted you to experience some girl time !"

I pulled my hands from hers and put them on my lap, "I do not want to be rude, so please forgive me...but...I am not training to be a hero by squeezing in some girl time...I don't know what is the problem with my lack of female relationships-"

Her face pulled into a worried expression, "That's not what I meant ! I didn't mean to offend you...I just think certain things go hand in hand...let me ask you this. Do you like feeling pretty ?"

All of this was just confusing me more. "I mean... I guess I do. I don't really understand what that even means though."

"I promise I will get to the point.", she gave me another reassuring smile, "What makes you feel pretty ?"

I had to trust her. She has done nothing to prove herself wrong, my mentors put their faith in her to guide me, and I honestly just liked her. I tried to really think about my answer, "Um...I guess when BaBa- I mean Telekin, does my hair... or when I really like my outfit...I don't know-"

"No, no ! Both of those answers were good. Definitely a good place to start for us ! How do you feel in what you are wearing right now?", she encouraged.

I looked down at myself again, thinking about the dress of hers that I had chosen to wear. It didn't truly fit me, as I had already mentioned my youthful body did not fill it the same way I knew hers could. Despite that, I didn't feel bad wearing it. I liked the color of it and the way my features looked against it. My hair shown brighter in contrast of the deep blue, making my hair look more vibrant than it had in my school uniform. If the dress were in a different style, I'm not sure I would like wearing it as much. It wasn't that I leaned more into a conservative fashion over something sexy, I just look for clothing I can always feel comfortable wearing. What I was wearing was definitely comfortable- the fabric was smooth against my skin and didn't irritate or pinch anything. I've never considered myself super girly, but I would never oppose to wearing a dress or skirt. I had always dressed for the occasion, but I couldn't remember the last time I had done anything that wasn't going to school, training, or playing video games at one of the guys' house.

Looking back at her, a little more confident with this answer, "I feel... good. I don't mind wearing it even though it's not mine and I like how I look in it."

Junko couldn't hold back her squeal, finally happy with my reply and loving where the conversation was going. "Okay great! What about your hair?"

My hair was still mostly damp, but I was used to that because I always just let it air dry anyway. I didn't do many hairstyles outside of a braid, ponytail, or leaving it down. When I was younger I would experiment with different styles, but I never liked how the hair ties always left a mark on my hair after taking them out. Now I only ever do my hair outside of those three styles unless if it's for an actual occasion. "My hair is fine. I actually like just letting it air dry and leaving it alone."

"We love a natural hair moment. So nothing to change there...", she grinned before making a thoughtful face, "I was thinking about giving you a makeover spa session, but after meeting you I'm just not sure that's actually your vibe...", her eyes reached back up to mine, "The purpose of your internship with me is to differentiate between good and bad stress. You need to be calm and focused from now on when you use your quirk. One of the approaches I wanted to take was embracing your femininity, something that was a personal take of mine on the situation. As a hero it is easy to let yourself go, and stop thinking about yourself as an individual who has wants and needs and only as a hero." I nodded along with her, seeing her train of thought finally, "Keeping up with your personal routine is just one way you can do that. What I was trying to do was point out to you ways you can destress and make time for yourself- the soothing bath and comfortable but cute relaxing clothes. It's important to do things just for you to maintain your piece of mind and sanity."

I smiled, seeing how something so simple could have a big impact in the long run, "Okay, I understand now! There are things I can do outside of quirk training that will benefit me and prevent dangerous outbreaks of my vectors...but why did you say all that stuff about being friends with the girls in my class ?"

She playfully rolled her eyes at me, "For girl talk, obviously ! Always have to have some girls in your corner to fall back on. Besides, teenage boys are terrible at communicating- are you sure you want to rely on them for help and advice?"

It was painful, but she was right. I was constantly getting mixed communications from Katsuki, Izuku, and Shoto. The first two boys I've known so long that I can just figure out what they are thinking by just watching their actions alone. Shoto...he was new territory. He was so confusing that every interaction with him left me with a new feeling, one that always contradicted the one I held against him prior. Eijiro was different...I don't know too much about him, but I enjoyed his energy and the way he persisted being Katsuki's friend. I'm sure if I gave him the opportunity we could become extremely close friends ! Iida was straight forward, but I only ever spent time with him and Ochako when Izuku was there. Besides them, I didn't really interact too much with the others in class. It wasn't that I didn't like them or didn't want them to be my friends... I just never made the attempt to. All of the girls were really cool and I'm sure if I made the effort to get to know them I wouldn't be stuck in my little bubble of confusing boys.

I sighed, "Yeah, I guess you've made some points. The guys I am friends with confuse me and I haven't really formed personal relationships with the girls yet. I've been so focused on myself that I was absent in what was happening around me. Having some girl friends around would definitely be something helpful. The girls in my class are really cool and interesting so I'm sure if I just give them a chance-"

She made another squeal, feeling like she is making actual progress with me through this little conversation, "It looks like you already know what you need to do when you return back to class! Now that that's out of the way we can start going through the next phase of your training!" She moved from the table and was about to enter another room when the clock above the doorway caught her gaze, reading out 6:45 P.M. Junko let out a sigh and then turned to me looking exasperated. "I had to make a promise to Shouta and Telekin that I would maintain certain training guidelines that they organized for you- including your early bedtime...I guess your real training should begin tomorrow, so you have time to eat and get ready for bed..."

This fucking early bedtime shit is getting on my nerves! I feel like a child! "I understand...I do respect their decisions about my training, so thank you for doing so too."

There was a house phone connected to the wall that she walked around to and began dialing a number, "Respect is a stretch, I did lie to them about somethings that we would be doing...if they knew what we did today I'm sure that they will make you work ten times harder to make up for it...", I sweat dropped, knowing she was right, "Anyway, I'm going to order us some food then. Anything you want in particular ?"

"I'm not picky, so anything is good!", I replied.

First day of my internship... completed ? I didn't really feel like I had done anything all day. I traveled here this morning, had our introduction, my first task was to take a bath, and then we had 'girl talk'...I was sure that I would be doing a lot of strenuous activity, but I was not prepared for something like this. I had too much physical energy to be able to go actually go to bed in just a little over an hour. Maybe a run would be good ?

I moved from the table, making a slight stretch of my arms while doing so, "Actually, would it be okay if I went on a run in the neighborhood? I've been relaxing all day so I have a lot of energy."

She waved me off, the receiver to her ear as she listened to the restaurant on the opposite end, "Go ahead! But then it's dinner and bed for you."

Nodding my head, I made my way back upstairs into the room I was staying in. Obviously, I couldn't go running wearing what she had given me. Searching through my bag I pulled out a matching dark purple set of a sports bra and spandex shorts. After putting them on I slipped my feet into some ankle socks and my athletic sneakers I brought. Once I had my phone and headphones I was out the door and setting a nice pace up the block.

I had never really taken a run outside of my neighborhood before, but I was beginning to realize that was a problem. I should approach the run as something I do as 'me time'- maybe going to different parts of Japan and just sight seeing as I go. It would be nice to see and experience more, all the while learning the ins and outs of unfamiliar areas for future needs. Who knows where I was going to end up after U.A. ? I was still uncertain with the specifics of my hero journey; what kind of hero I wanted to be, what types of things I would specialize in, where I wanted to work, if I wanted to be a sidekick or start my own agency, etc. There were a lot of aspects of my future that were left blank, and I was itching to fill them in. I'm excited to see who I become as a hero, even more excited to visualize that version of myself and then make it my reality. But things take time! I'm still just a girl, one who has to master a new element of my quirk. I have such a long way to go before I could ever consider myself a pro hero.

I let my thoughts of future pro hero me fade away, and started focusing on my surroundings. The sun had begun to set and the sky was ranging in colors of pinks, yellows, oranges, and purple. The Hosu City skyline looked surreal, as if it was a drawing and not a real city inhabiting thousands of people. Even though I was only in the outskirts, it would only be a light 10 minute jog to reach the city itself. It was tempting to do so, knowing how easy of a reach it was from where I was. I probably shouldn't, not wanting to get Junko in trouble for my own misbehavior and refusal of my early bedtime. Truthfully, if it had not been her own grandmother's instruction she may have disobeyed. Aizawa-sensei was someone I feared the consequence of, but knew that whatever punishment he gave me, I could get through. Telekin has free range to kill me! I can't come back from the dead!

Despite my inner dialogue telling me it was a bad idea, I found herself at the edge of the city. What can I say- my feet had a mind of their own. I pulled out one of my earbuds and went to a slower pace, having been just running at almost a full sprint. The city was nice at this time of day; people were out going to and from places, making it the perfect time to people watch. Just as I was about to sit in a nearby bench and partake there was a huge explosion a couple miles north off of where I was. The ground around us shifted and people starting moving faster. In the sky smoke started to billow out from wherever the explosion had taken place. Another crash and a couple of booms more, and the smoke started to grow along with flames in the distance. People began to scream, frantically running to try and find shelter. There weren't many heroes around, so no one was guiding these people into safe areas or protecting them- no one to subdue their fears.

The loud explosions and fire started to move closer into the area, trailing behind a flying object in the sky. It was large, and clearly not human. As it glided closer into the city, its details began to become clear- large claws, a hideous brain exposed, gnarly ass teeth, and his feet looked like bird talons. It resembled the Nomu from the USJ attack ! But why would something like that be happening here ? Then it just clicked- the Hero Killer's last move was made in Hosu City, it was obvious he was bound to strike here again due to his past killing patterns. But that does not explain the Nomu's presence! Unless the Hero Killer is somehow connected to the League of Villains. Regardless if they are working together to orchestrate these attacks or not, it's obvious they are both wrecking havoc in the city right now. My mind shifted to Iida, who I knew was working here in the city and was definitely going after the Hero Killer. Was he safe or throwing himself in the midst of it ?

The flying Nomu redirected itself and moved to a different part of the city. I assumed that was because where I was currently at, most of the people had already scattered and evacuated somewhere else. I was the only one in the small square left, having been caught in my thoughts just surveying everything that was happening. What should I do? Should I help or return back to Junko's ? I wasn't a real hero yet- I didn't have a license so I couldn't just run around pretending to be one. I could cause a lot of trouble for heroes just trying to help them, so I should probably stay out of the way.

As I turned around I was met with a huge figure that was barreling in my direction. It looked to be another Nomu, this one had a terrible under bite but no eyes. I vectored myself backwards, only thinly avoiding it. It was not discouraged, as it immediately made another attempt to attack me. I narrowly dodged that as well, realizing I could no longer stay still if I wanted to stay alive. Knowing how incredibly strong the Nomu from USJ was I understood I had no chance of withstanding a hit from this one. It continued its attempts of smashing me, not just throwing it's hand at me but also utilizing the objects around it. A car flew overhead as I barely was able to dodge it by laying flat on the ground, having to endure the explosion that went off from the car's impact. Not a second later the Nomu moved to smash into me, almost getting me that time. Labored breaths left my body, I was getting tired of playing this cat and mouse game. The fire had started to create a circle around us, almost trapping us into a deadly ring. If I couldn't figure out something soon I would be fucking dead!

I swiped my arms, trying to put out the flames that nipped at my back with my vectors. If I couldn't fight the Nomu directly I at least needed to create an escape route for myself. It lunged at me again, taking the opportunity to finally get a hit on me. Its fist propelled me out of the ring and slamming into a nearby wall. All of the air in my lungs left me and I clutched my right side where I had taken the hit. There no way my ribs weren't broken, cracked at the least. I couldn't think about that- it was already making its next charge at me. Yet to catch my breath, I vectored myself sloppily out of way.

Don't let it get near you. Don't let it hit you. Don't stop moving. Don't stop moving. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt. Keep fucking moving. Do something to create space.

The only thing I could think of was trying to trap it and stop its movement. How could I do that? It's not like I have a means of doing so...unless I were to create a pit in the street and force him into it with my vectors. It's all I could do. No one else was here and no one knew where I was. It's up to me!

Stopping in my tracks in the middle of the street, I swiftly turned and brought my hands clutching together. I put all of my energy into my balled fists and slammed them into the ground. It shook and began to crack, the underground electrical and water systems malfunctioning from the force. Once, twice, three times I did it until there was a gaping crater left where I stood. At this point I was panting, the pain in my side making it incredibly hard to move around- let alone split the street open. I moved out of the hole I made, looking around for the Nomu so I can put him into it. From the corner of my eye I saw the smallest shift of movement behind me, but before I could do anything I was thrown to the ground by another hit.

IT DOESN'T FUCKING HURT. IT DOESN'T FUCKING HURT. IT DOESN'T FUCKING HURT. IT DOESN'T FUCKING HURT.

I willed myself to turn onto my side and use a vector to move him backwards. He tried to keep moving forward, but my vectors continued to move him further back, inching closer to the hole I had just made behind him. I could tell it was beginning to get frustrated, these vectors being more forceful than my other ones due to my desperation. It stopped in its tracks and took a hard stance, almost bowing its head at me as it bent his knees. It let out a blood curdling screech, communicating to me that it was over for me now. I stood upright as quickly as I could, fighting through my fear and wobbliness. I took a deep, painful, breath in while making a slight step forward. I needed to put more energy into my vectors if I was going to get it into the hole. My hair began floating in the air around me, circulating my face like they were sun rays and I was the center star. I yelled as I crossed my arms and sent another vector, this time also attempting to reinforce it from one in my mind. The Nomu was shoved the remaining two feet into the hole, falling onto its ass in the middle of the crater. Before it could attempt to pick itself up, I placed another vector on top of it- sandwiching it in place.

I did it. I did it. I did it. I'm alive. I'm alive-

A splitting headache halted my inner thoughts, and almost the vector I had smushing down the Nomu. I couldn't think anymore, nothing could distract me from what I was doing or else I would die. I couldn't move from my spot unless I wanted to free it from the hole. I refused, not wanting to waste everything I had just done just because a headache was ripping my brain apart. I was at a stalemate. My plan forced me to stay here until someone who was capable arrived to finish it off. If no one came I was going to be stuck here until then- or even worse, my vector would lose its strength and the Nomu would simply kill me. The second option seemed to be my fate, as another wave of head pain crashed through me and almost caused me to release him.

At this point the Nomu was pushing back onto the vector, doing everything it could to try and get out of the hole. The more it fought against it, the less force my vector was applying onto him. Obviously in a minute or two he was going to break from it and there was nothing I could do now. All I could think was about getting away from it, figuring out my escape from here. I was too distracted to hear the calls and footsteps heading in my direction, and wasn't aware of the approaching people until flames attempted to engulf the Nomu. My vector resisted the fire, effectively protecting it from the flame attack. More yelling, and then a figure coming out of the shadows was about to present itself.

Fear ran through me and I assumed it was another villain, coming to aid the Nomu from its entrapment. I swiped my arm in the direction of the figure to pin them against the nearest wall, in the process slightly lessening the vector holding down the Nomu. It's hands began clawing at the sides that were exposed, trying to dig its way out of the street.

"RELEASE ME AT ONCE!", bellowed the figure trapped against the wall.

"FUCK YOU!", I screamed back.

I watched as ice attempted to penetrate my vector on the Nomu, only to break away into shards.

Ice ? Fire ?

It had to be him.