Dear Diary,

Today was absolutely shit. Also, I don't have a diary. This is a random notebook I found. Why is this internship so shit? God let me leave.

Update: 4 hours in now. Still terrible. I took a lunch break, but the vending machines only sell flamin' hot chips. What the hell is up with that? Everything here is heat themed.

Update 2.0: 6 hours in now. Somehow worse than before. Endeavor walked through the office with his son. It was awkward.

Update 2.1: 8 hours in. Finally almost time to leave. I have felt the pain of death. This has to be some form of torture on the Geneva Convention.

Sincerely hating life,

Rei

Rei dragged herself down the sidewalk to Akai Musu's door, notebook in hand. It was nearly closing time by now, but they'd agreed to meet after their first day of internships for a quick bite when the cafe was empty. As she walked in, the hostess gave her the standard greeting and pointed her towards the table where her three friends were already seated and laughing about something as they ate their scones.

Logan waved her over. "We ordered you your favorite," she said with a smile, gesturing at the empty seat beside her.

"Thanks," Rei sighed, plopping down in the chair and setting her notebook on the table. She picked at her almond scone. "You guys wouldn't believe the day I had."

"Dude, me too. It was AWESOME!" Izumi shouted with a wide grin. "So first, we went over some basic physics stuff and did essentially a more advanced version of that skills test at school. Then they gave me a tour of the place so I knew where everything was. Since I finished everything so fast they decided I could have pretty much the rest of the day free to play around before I get to help out on their actual project." She leaned forward and looked at each of the girls. "Apparently I'm gonna be working on some top level classified shit. Don't worry, though. Imma still tell you guys all about it," she whispered.

Etsuko gasped. "Oh my god, wait. Is that why they had to do that background check thing? I was worried when I heard that government officials came to the school to ask about you! They even showed up at my house to ask questions about you, since the school said we are friends."

"Oh yeah. They showed up at my house too," Logan said, nodding. "For there to also be in person interviews to get clearance, it really has to be some high level shit."

"You know… exposing our government secrets is one of my favorite weekend hobbies. You better keep me in this loop, bitch," Etsuko said casually, punctuating it by taking a bite of her strawberry scone.

Logan smirked. "Yeah. My internship was incredible today," she said after she finished the last few crumbs of her scone. "I started the day having a fashion discussion with Jeanist before his sidekicks made it in. I then spent the rest of the day working on new uniforms for the people in the agency." She stopped suddenly, grinning and clapping her hands together. "Oh my god. Get this. You know that one blonde haired chihuahua! He is interning there."

"The one with the personality of a cum filled donut?" Etsuko asked.

Izumi rolled her eyes. "Don't all hero students have the personality of cum filled donuts?"

"Yeah. Yeah," Logan said, waving her hand dismissively. "You know the one I'm talking about. 'I'm gonna win' guy. Anyways, the best part of all of this, is that rather than doing an actual internship Jeanist is overloading him with PR lessons. I got a first hand look at some of them, it's hilarious. When he walked into the office he immediately tried to attack me so I pretended to be terrified and used my god tier acting skills to cry into Jeanist's jacket. I mean he already told me before that his plan was to give blondie some PR lessons, but that made Jeanist even more angry at him." She had to stop and laugh for a moment before leaning back in her chair and letting out a satisfied sigh. "Ah… That boy's internship is going to be hell and I take great pride in knowing some of it will be caused by me."

"That must have been really entertaining." Etsuko laughed. "You should have recorded it!"

Grinning, Logan held up a finger to stop her. "Well, speaking of that. I got a little bit bored after the uniforms were done so I may or may not have hacked into Jeanist's computer while he was away." She paused for effect. "I also may or may not have copied that footage onto a USB. That USB also may or may not be in my laptop bag at the moment. We also may or may not be going back to my place after this to watch it."

"Okay, you guys have fun with that," Rei sighed, pushing away her scone. It was hardly touched, but she didn't have much of an appetite. "I've had the worst day of my existence so I am going to be heading home."

Izumi frowned and patted her on the shoulder. "Oh come on! You know you want to watch the footage on Logan's USB that may or may not exist."

"Yeah. Blondie literally froze like a deer in headlights when I started crying. He didn't even know how to react before he got all wrapped up in threads," Logan laughed.

Rei sighed and shook her head. "Yes, that sounds very entertaining. I've just had a really shitty day and I want to go home and sleep it off before tomorrow."

"Aww. It sounds like you need a little stress reliever. Do you want to go out and have some fun tonight?" Izumi asked, giving her another reassuring pat.

Etsuko raised an eyebrow. "Fun doing what tonight?"

"Uhhhh. Underage drinking?" Logan asked.

"Why are you asking me?" Etsuko replied.

Logan shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I'm uh… Not?"

"You are still speaking with a questioning voice," Etsuko pointed out, shrugging. "I don't care if you underage drink. I don't have any room to judge. My dad is a villain, you know."

Rei coughed on her drink "Uhhh. What?"

"Yeah." Etsuko nodded. "He is an art thief. It all started with a really bad case of zoomies. Next thing you know he has fifty million yen worth of high art." She shrugged again, casually scraping up the remnants of her scone. "By the time he snapped out of it he was already wanted so he went on the run."

"Oh that must be hard. I guess that means he can't see you without you getting into trouble." Rei looked at her sympathetically.

Etsuko sighed and nodded. "Yeah. It's hard. He's been in hiding for six years now. He has a reputation though so he doesn't want to let any of his fans down."

"Fans? Just who is your dad?" Rei asked.

"He's the Black Cat…"

Logan gaped at her. "No shit. The Black Cat? Like THE Black Cat?" She repeated. "He is literally the most handsome and seductive person alive. I would pounce on that in a second!"

"Okay, gross." Etsuko rolled her eyes. "Keep those whore-moans to yourself. That is still my dad and he is way too old for you. Anyways, it sucks not being able to see him much but he does still visit sometimes. I'm not supposed to talk about it because the government does try to keep track of him potentially trying to meet up with me. We still find ways to work it out though."

"Yeah. I mean it sucks that he is a criminal by accident. Well I suppose now it's no longer accidental since he keeps doing it," Logan reasoned. "As far as criminals go, though, he shouldn't even be one. All he does is steal from those high art falutin bitches. They should just drop all the charges on him. I mean his biggest crime is how criminal he looks in that tight leather suit. Am I right ladies?" She looked around the table to gauge her friend's agreement. Judging by their confused expressions, agreement was in short supply.

"Uh… What?" Rei stared at her.

"I'm literally a lesbian," Izumi reminded her.

"Oh my god. Please don't talk about him like that," Etsuko groaned, covering her face with her hands. "That is so weird. He's like thirty three and he is my DAD. Also Logan, aren't you one of those high class art owners?"

Logan waved off her concern. "Yeah. Since it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop talking about him. I really want to make one more joke though, so I'm gonna do it." She smiled to herself. "He can steal from me anytime."

The other three girls looked at her with deadpan expressions, completely unimpressed by the joke. "Logan," Rei said gently. "I know your parents aren't very present so I'm not blaming you, but don't let your daddy kink fall on parents of people we actually know."

"Hey, I don't tell you how to live your life. Don't tell me how to live mine." Logan folded her arms across her chest.

"So, out of curiosity," Etsuko began. "How many teachers have you slept with?"

"None. Not for lack of trying though."

Etsuko stared at her, her expression growing increasingly concerned by the second. "Wow. I mean this in the nicest way possible. You really need help. Like seriously, please go get help. I don't know if you are just joking or not, but like if you aren't, then you need therapy." She looked at Izumi and Rei, who just exchanged knowing glances. They'd been through this song and dance before.

"I don't need therapy," Logan replied defensively. "I've lasted so long by filling the void in my soul with having sex underage. It just wouldn't feel right if it healed."

"Right... so therapy, you have plenty of money, so it shouldn't be a problem. I can recommend a few places to you if you would like." Etsuko leaned forward and rested a comforting hand on her forearm.

Logan jerked away from her. "Oh, relax. I haven't actually slept with any adults or anything. They have all only been a year or two older than me at most."

"That still isn't great." Etsuko sat back in her chair. "You are too young and sex shouldn't be used as a coping mechanism."

Izumi half stood up from her chair, leaning towards the center of the table to grab everyone's attention. "This conversation is taking a real uncomfortable turn so how about we switch things up. Let's talk about something else." She forced a smile and sat back down. "Do you know what you are going to be doing in your internships tomorrow? I'm going to be getting introduced to whatever project they find me the most suitable for."

"Paperwork. Followed by, you guessed it," Rei groaned. She folded her arms on the table and pressed her face into her forearms. "More paperwork."

"I get the impression that the Pussycats are going to keep me doing absolutely nothing all week," Etsuko said with a frown.

Logan dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin. Once she'd finished, she folded the cloth and set it aside. "The designs I created are coming back tomorrow, so I am going to set up a fashion show. Gotta make sure the styles suit everyone. Then, Wednesday is when I start training the other employees in how they have to accessorize. It'll be busy, but I think I can get it done."

"Logan. I will strangle you." Rei's eye twitched in frustration. "I know where you live. Don't you dare make those sorts of complaints in my presence at this time."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways. I'm done here. I can cover the check for everyone so are you all ready to head home?" Logan looked around the table for a second, but instead of waiting for anyone to answer, she stood and approached the server to ask for the check. The other girls followed suit, gathering their things and making their way towards the exit.

"I just don't know how I feel about that color," Logan sighed as she rubbed her chin. Her brow furrowed as she gave the sidekick a long, hard stare. She leaned forward on the desk and leaned to the left and right, trying to get a better sense of how the new costume looked. "Jeanist, can you ask them to turn around?"

Best Jeanist was standing to the side of his desk, which had been all but taken over by Logan since she arrived. He nodded quietly and spun a finger in the air to signal his sidekick to turn around. "I see what you mean. The pastels don't agree with his hair at all."

Logan hopped up from the chair and walked up to the sidekick. He stiffened as she approached, as if he were afraid that she'd bite him. Instead, she grabbed a lock of hair between two fingers and gave it a gentle tug. "I wonder," she said, stepping back. "Hey, Sidekick?"

"My name is Cross-stitch," he stuttered.

She ignored him. "We're going to make arrangements to dye your hair. I hope you don't mind." She looked back at Best Jeanist, who nodded.

Cross-stitch found and turned to his boss. "But sir, I don't want to-"

"Right, first thing tomorrow," Best Jeanist said into his phone.

Logan smiled and walked back towards the desk. "Thanks, Sidekick," she said, waving her hand. "Send the next one in, please." Sitting down in the chair, she cast a sly glance toward the computer modem. Her USB was still in place, and a quick look at her phone told her that there was twenty minutes left on the data transfer. She suppressed a groan and sat back, watching as Cross-stitch cast a sympathetic look towards the next sidekick who walked in.

Best Jeanist nodded approvingly. "Now, this one, I approve of."

"I don't know." Logan shook her head. "We're going to need to completely overhaul her appearance. Hair, makeup, all of it."

"What?" The sidekick stammered.

"No offense."

She glared at Logan. "I feel pretty offended."

"Well, that's not my problem." Logan shrugged.

"Ooohhhh. We like to do vigilante work with Rei cause Rei is our mate! And when we do vigilante work with Rei she finishes it in eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three! Two! One!" Logan and Izumi sang as they strolled down the street.

"We are just patrolling right now," Rei sighed as she walked alongside them. "Why are you guys singing drinking songs anyways? Also, how would I stop a crime that isn't even being committed in eight seconds?"

Logan laughed a little. "Okay, so, what you are trying to say is 'stop'?"

"No, obviously, she's saying stop until we find an active crime," Izumi corrected her, grinning. "Then we should start again!"

"That isn't what I said. That is not even remotely close to what I said." Rei rubbed her temple in frustration.

"Ohhhhh! We like to do vigilante work with Rei cause Re-" Logan and Izumi picked their tune back up again.

"I will kill both of you," she warned, though a laugh started to crack her voice.

The girls continued walking through the streets, glancing down alleyways as they passed. "Hey babes, wait." Logan held up a hand, signaling her friends to stop. "Look down there." She pointed down one of the alleyways towards a troubling scene. An elderly man was pinned against a wall by another man, who was pointing a gun directly at the older guy.

"Hey man. Just give me your wallet and phone and I'll be on my way," the mugger warned in a noticeably forced deep voice. "Nobody has to get hurt here."

The old man gave a weak cry of despair. "I can't," he whimpered. "I need it to buy my medication. I don't have much money since I was forced to retire. Please don't do this. I won't even be left with enough to buy groceries for the month." The old man slowly sank down against the wall, folding his hands together in a begging gesture.

"Well, you can figure it out you lazy old man. If you were so hard pressed for money you shouldn't have retired." The mugger was getting increasingly annoyed, if his voice was anything to go by. His finger was resting firmly on the trigger. Either he didn't have any training in gun etiquette, or he fully intended to use it.

"Shit," Izumi muttered, lowering her rifle. "I don't have a clear shot from here. I'm going to run around and see if I can get behind him."

The old man looked up at his mugger with pleading eyes. "Please. I was forced to retire. I didn't have a choice. I can hardly afford to live week by week."

Rei nodded at Izumi. "Okay. You need to hurry," she said, watching the scene closely. She had her escrima sticks drawn, ready to leap in if things got any more dire. "We don't want to scare him while he still has a gun pointed at the old man." Izumi took off, disappearing down another alleyway.

"I don't give a shit, you old bastard." The mugger took a step closer, jamming his other hand towards the elderly man. "Just hurry up and hand it over before you take a trip to the hospital that you can't afford."

Izumi's voice came over the coms. "Okay. I'm behind him. I want to shoot, but I'm scared." She paused. "What if I shock him and he pulls the trigger. It isn't going to be safe."

"Well, what do you suppose that we do?" Rei asked.

"Oh my gosh girl!" Logan suddenly blurted out. "I can't believe you just got that HUGE cash bonus today at work."

Rei whipped around to stare at her. "You don't seriously think that will work, do you?" She muttered.

The robber's attention shifted as he turned to look at the girls outside of the alley, and his aim slightly wavered. As soon as the gun was pointed away from the man's body, Izumi took her shot, and he collapsed in place. The old man yelped in surprise, scrambling out of the way as the mugger fell.

"Oh my god," Rei breathed. "I can't believe that actually worked." The girls rushed to the old man's side, and Rei offered her hand to help him up. "Hey there. Are you alright, sir?"

He stared at them, shaken but unharmed. "Yes. I'm fine thanks to you girls." He took Rei's hand and slowly got to his feet. "Is there any way I can repay you? I don't have much."

"Yes, actually," Izumi said, gathering up the fruit that had fallen from the man's grocery bag. "We are going to tie this man up. Would you call the police and stay here to give them a statement for us?" She held out the bag for him.

"Oh yes. Of course!" He nodded fervently and took the bag from her. He looked at the three of them and adjusted his glasses. "Wait. Are you the group they have been talking about on the news? The Sideline Squad?"

Rei paused. "Oh. Uh. Yes. That is us," she confirmed. "I know we aren't exactly painted in the best light, but I assure you all we want to do is help people."

"Well. You helped me, so I believe you," the old man said gently. He patted the back of Izumi's hand and took a step back. "I will say I had a rather bad impression on you all from what I've heard. I do want to know though, is it true what they say? Are you all really involved with that group that raided U.A? That villain group?" He looked at the girls with hopeful eyes, practically begging them to say no.

"No! Absolutely not!" Logan said instantly. "Why would we attack a school? Well actually, I would attack a school. Not to hurt anyone though, just for a day off." Logan laughed. "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't actually attack a school."

He tilted his head. "So you girls are still in school?"

"Uh… What?! I didn't say that!" Logan stuttered.

The old man stared at her for a second before he looked away again. "Well, I would hope you all aren't. This kind of work is too dangerous for school aged kids." He straightened his back and looked at the three of them sternly. "I don't want to ever see your identities revealed on the news because you have died. Especially if you all are still kids. You girls understand me?"

"Yes sir," they said collectively.

His stern expression shifted instantly into a satisfied smile. "Alright good. Now, I'm going to call the police now. You all can head on your way now." He slipped his phone from his pocket and started dialling.

"Thank you, sir!" The girls called as they made their exit.

"No, thank you." The old man replied.

"So, everyone. How were your internships?" Rei asked as they continued along their way, sticking to back alleys on their way through the city. In the distance behind them, they heard sirens, but they were too far away for it to be any real concern.

"Great!" Logan clapped her hands together in excitement. "Today we had our fashion show and you would not believe how effective it was at distracting everyone. Who has two thumbs complete access to all of the information and password data for Jeanist's agency?" She held out her thumbs and pointed them towards herself, grinning. "This girl does. You won't believe this, but it turns out heroes have their own special Linked-In platform. Kinda retro. They call it the hero network."

Izumi snorted. "No shit. Really? What does it have on it?"

"It's just like random posts asking for help on certain cases and sharing some information on people they are looking at," Logan explained. "I want to grab a burner phone and have you make a few modifications to it so I can make sure we use it safely."

"How about you, Izumi?" Rei asked, turning towards her sister.

"Oh, I got introduced to the planes that we will be working on," Izumi said excitedly. "Get this. They have mini nuclear reactors instead of engines. I didn't think there was technology advanced enough to compact a reactor to that size."

Rei smiled a little. At least these two were having a good time, even if her internship was a custom tailored hell. "That's probably why they are keeping it such a big secret," she reasoned. "Wouldn't want certain groups of people to have access to that sort of information."

"Yeah. It's crazy though. I mean we are only working on improving them." Izumi shrugged. "Apparently a few countries have been using the technology for years now. The U.S, England, Russia, China, and now Japan. Ours is the newest. Apparently they are only using them on government air crafts though. It's never going to branch out to commercial because it would give people essentially easy access to atomic bombs."

Logan whistled. "Wow. That's so crazy." She looked at Izumi and raised a brow. "If one crashes it would like, wipe out an entire town right?"

"Several cities at least," Izumi confirmed. "I mean if one crashed into Tokyo we could be looking at hundreds of thousands of deaths. If not even more."

"Holy shit. That's like, some heavy shit." Logan rubbed her neck. "Anyways, what about you, Rei?"

"Oh, I'm so glad that you asked!" Rei said, feigning excitement. "I did paperwork. I did meet a few of Endeavor's sidekicks during my lunch break, though. They weren't that bad. Actually kind of cool, I guess."

"Not as cool as us, I'm sure." Logan clasped a hand on her shoulder.

Rei laughed lightly and shook her head. "No, not nearly. They were really talkative, though, They wouldn't shut up about their favorite busts." She paused. "Now that I think about it, they were probably just bragging."

"Hey. Uh," Izumi interrupted. "Do you guys feel like we are being followed at all?"

"No. Why?" Logan asked, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. The alley behind them was completely empty, save for a stray cat digging around in a garbage can.

"Dunno. I just get the feeling…" Izumi sighed.

Rei gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "Maybe you are just on edge. Let's just patrol for another hour and head home."