*Midoriya's P.O.V*
"It's so weird that people recognize us from TV." Ashido said, "Everyone wanted to talk to me on my way here."
"Yeah, me, too!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"People on the street were staring at me! It was kind of embarrassing." Hagakure said.
"Sure, but isn't that pretty normal for you?" Ojiro asked.
"All it took was one Sports Festival and suddenly we're like celebrities." Kaminari said.
"That's why I wore a hood to school." I said as I took it off.
"Why don't you want the fame?" Ashido asked.
"The media is such a pain in my back... I'm good." I said.
"Midoriya, everything is a pain to you." Tsuyu said.
"Glad you paid attention to that fact." I said as the door opened.
"Morning." Mr. Aizawa said.
"Good morning, Mr. Aizawa." Everyone greeted.
"Oh hey, you're face is back to normal." I commented, he Quirk glared at me.
He then turned off his Quirk, "Anyway. We have a big class today on Hero Informatics." He said as everyone tensed up... ehh I studied the Quirk laws a few years ago I'm good.
"You need code names." Mr. Aizawa said, "Time to pick your hero identities."
Everyone stood up, "This is gonna be totally awesome!" Everyone yelled.
"Aww!" I moaned while collapsing on my desk, "Thought and Creativity... my weaknesses."
Mr. Aizawa glared at us to quiet down. Which... everyone did. "This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally, students don't have to worry about the draft yet. Not until their second or third year actually, but your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first years like you, pros are essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though." Mr. Aizawa explained.
Mineta punched his table, "Stupid, selfish adults."
"So, what you're saying is, we'll still have to prove ourselves after we've gotten recruited." Hagakure said.
"Correct. Now. Here are the total for those of you who got offers." Mr. Aizawa said as he flashed up the numbers on screen.
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"This... is awkward." I said as I saw my offer total... 5,302. Todoroki got 4,123. Bakugou got 3,556. Tokoyami got 360. Iida got 301. Kaminari got 272. Yaoyorozu got 108. Kirishima got 68, and Sero got 14.
"HOW DID YOU GET 5,302?!" Everyone yelled.
"I-I never asked for this! Now I have to... look over my list, and pick three... and it's all too much-"
"Work, we know." Everyone moaned.
I'm happy they're catching on.
"Despite these results, you'll all be interning with pros. Got it? Even those of you who didn't get any offers." Mr. Aizawa said.
So everyone's interning... cool. I mean it makes sense, we already got to fight some villains... some more than others though.
"It'll be helpful to see pros at work. Up close and personal, in the field. Firsthand." Mr. Aizawa said.
"And for that, we need hero names!" Satou exclaimed.
"Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!" Uraraka cheered.
"These hero names will likely be temporary, but take them seriously or..." Mr. Aizawa said before the doors swung open again.
"... You'll have hell to pay later!" Midnight said... wearing her hero outfit.
Sero, Kaminari, and Mineta stoof up upon seeing Midnight. "Keep it in your pants you three... that's weird." I commented, "And seriously do you have any other clothes?" I asked.
Mineta... took offense to that, "What, do you not like women?!" He exclaimed.
I turned to glare at him, which caused him to shrink down, "It's called thinking within my age group. She's 31-"
"I'm 23!" Midnight exclaimed.
"The point still stands!" I yelled.
"ANYWAY!" Mr. Aizawa yelled, which silenced all 5 of us. "Midnight will have final approval over your names. It's... not my forte." He said as he got into his sleeping bag, "The name you give yourself is important. It helps reinforce your image and shows what kind of hero you wanna be in the future. A codename tells people exactly what you represent. Take 'All Might' for example." Mr. Aizawa said as Bakugou handed me some boards. Time to figure out my hero name.
Well... I hate thinking so I should get someone else to do it for me. Mom it is!
IM: Hey Mom, I need help.
Mom: Are you texting in class?
IM: Semantics.
IM: I need a hero name.
Mom: Can't you figure it out yourself?
IM: It's because I love you and I know how much you wanted to come up with my hero name.
Mom: ... Nice try, besides you should figure this out yourself.
IM: Fine... and I'm cooking dinner tonight, you work too hard!
"Midoriya! Would you like to share your texts to the class?" Midnight asked.
"Sure." I said as Ashido shot up, "Hey Mom, I need help. Are you texting in class? Semantics. I need a hero name. Can't you figure it out yourself? It's because I love you and I know how much you wanted to come up with my hero name. Nice try, besides you should figure this out yourself. Fine... and I'm cooking dinner tonight, you work too hard." I read out loud, "Sorry for being a decent son." I said before putting my phone in my pocket. Then I felt a buzz.
Mom" How about... the hopeful hero 'Aspirations'.
I have nothing better to write.
"Now, students, who among you is ready to share?" Midnight asked.
As all the others were mumbling to themselves I walked up... Mr. Aizawa has the right idea... I could use a nap. I stood in front of the class and presented my board "The Hopeful Hero, Aspirations." I said.
"That... doesn't sound like you." Midnight said.
"I'm just good at suppressing emotions... and my mom gave me the name, so I'm sticking with it." I said as I headed back to my seat and closed my eyes.
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I shot awake and grabbed the thing on my face. Sero... with a marker. "Uhh..."
"First the cake... now my face?" I asked, as I pulled the marker out and crushed it with one hand, "You're really making an enemy you shouldn't be making."
"I-I'm sorry... A-Ashido dared me!" He yelled.
"W-What?! I didn't!" Ashido yelled.
"As far as I know... both of you are now under suspicion." I said, "And if I feel another marker touch my face... someone will be eliminated from 1-A, and Shinso will be given a free pass into 1-A." I said before turning away from the class and going back to sleep.
The bell rang and I felt no markers. Good... no one dies today. Now, we have until the weekend until we have to pick... gah, I have to look through my massive stack. Well might as well skim through it.
Endeavor... not on my life. Mt. Lady... that means I'll have a week with Mineta... pass. Kamui Woods? He's an 'interested'. Oh Best Jeanist... my mom's a big fan, top pick. I'll ask for his autograph to make her happy.
"Alright, I'm good." I said as I dumped the other papers over the edge.
"WAS THAT NECESSARY MIDORIYA?!" Iida yelled.
"Was yelling when you're an inch away from me necessary?" I asked back, "And yes, it was fun." I said with a smile before picking up my 15 pieces of paper... okay maybe doing that wasn't a good idea.
"Who did you pick?" Uraraka asked.
"Ehh, don't feel like telling." I said as I picked up my stuff.
I have somewhere to be anyway.
I stood in front of the iron doors of the Support Department... time for some upgrades. I knocked on the door and braced for the impending explosion. Like I expected the doors blew off the hinges, luckily I caught it before it killed me.
"Nice catch Midoriya." Power Loader said before yelling at Hatsume, "So what are you here for?"
"Heavier weights." I said as I tossed the door aside to pull off my weights to toss one up and down like a softball, "These aren't giving me much progress anymore."
Hatsume then rushed towards me, "Luckily I've made variants that now weight 500 kgs each."
"So double... sounds cool." I said, and thank good I asked my mom if we could move to the ground floor a few weeks ago.
Two tons... I feel like how I was a few weeks before the Sports Festival, trudging my body down the halls and walking to my home. Yeah... I think the trains won't be able to withstand 2 tons of weight. So walking it is. After a whole hour of trudging my body at 100% Glass Cannon, and 13% One for All... me going at 10% is taking FOREVER! So I decided to kick it up a few notches to see if I can go farther and speed up this process... and I can... still took forever though.
"Hey... mom." I muttered as I trudged myself into the house.
"Izuku? What's wrong?" Mom asked.
"Weights... double... two... tons!" I said as I walked in front of her, she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"That's why you haven't gotten another bed frame yet." She commented before heading back into the kitchen... wait a minute.
"Hey... what happened to me making dinner?!"
A week of me trying to adjust to the two ton weight on my arms and legs, and a week of waiting for internships has come and gone. Yaoyorozu still looks off, though. She said she was interning at Uwabami's office... great showboaty Medusa... I bet you a billion yen Uwabami wants her just for her looks. Well too late to change that, but still that'll hurt her pride a whole heck of a lot more knowing a pro only wanted her for her looks.
Maybe I should visit some time during internships. No... that would distract her from her work. Besides, I have a train to... right, can't... because weights.
Son of a blue onion!
I pushed open the door and trudged in... getting the two tons... was a HORRIBLE IDEA!
"You're late." My mentor Best Jeanist said as I slowly moved my way next to Bakugou... seems he had picked the same mentor.
"Sorry... things, happened." I said as I looked at him.
"No matter." He said before turning away from us. "To be perfectly frank, I don't like you two."
"... Man going in from the start." I muttered.
"I know full well why you two chose my hero agency." Best Jeanist said, "Because I'm one of the top five most popular heroes."
"Actually... that's not true for me." I said.
"Oh? And why did you choose my agency, Izuku Midoriya?" Best Jeanist asked.
"Well to be completely honest." I said as I pulled out a book and a marker, "My mom is a big fan of yours... and it would make her life to give her an autograph." I said.
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"That's... the whole reason why you chose my agency?" Best Jeanist asked.
"Yeah?" I asked.
Bakugou scoffed and stepped forward, "Hey, look, you're the one who made an offer for me." He said.
"Yes. Recently, all my recruits have been perfect little angels, so you two certainly stood out." He said, "You two certainly have outstanding talent, I'd say you two are already good enough to take on as sidekicks. However, you two have fatal flaws." He said before pointing at Bakugou, "You believe you're the best and you display that belief without regard for how it reflects on you or your image. You have a ferocious nature."
Bakugou looked pissed, "Dang, he told you."
"As for you." He said before looking at me, "You have talent and power, but you looked like you would rather be somewhere else than at the Sports Festival, so much so that you sped through the first part just to get some cake at the shop."
"But it-"
"I know about what you did in Hosu, with the Hero Killer." He said.
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"So you read Ingenium's report didn't you?" I asked.
"Just the basics. How some kid jumped off the roof, and knocked out the Hero Killer in one punch. Impressive, but foolish." He said.
Okay... now I'm mad.
"Foolish-" I said before I felt my arms and legs get tighter... it's his Quirk. I turned to see Bakugou is also tied up as well.
"I have to correct people like you two. It's part of my duty to society. Heroes and villains are cut from the same cloth. So your job here is to watch me. I'll show you two what makes someone a hero." Best Jeanist said.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Bakugou asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm educating you on becoming an exemplary pro. That includes being aware of the way you speak, your appearence, controlling your emotions, your morals, your attitudes, everything. There are countless things you need to learn, but in the brief period of one week, I will stitch these things into the fabric of your being."
"Are you done yet?" I asked.
"... You'll need a lot of work, but yes I have finished my initial spee-"
*Snap*
I broke out of the threads, "Good, I was wondering when you were gonna finish."
"H-How did you?" One of the sidekicks asked.
"I could have done that a long time ago... but I decided to let you run out of steam. So... what now?" I asked while ripping Bakugou's bonds.
He held out a comb and a pair of scissors.
"... Oh hell no."
"Nerd, let them cut your fucking hair!" Bakugou yelled as I was holding off 5 other sidekicks. He clearly wasn't happy to do this either... but he had nothing to lose.
"NEVER! I'd rather die!" I yelled as I punched one guy in the stomach and tossed another out the window.
"You will commit murder before that point!" Bakugou yelled.
"Good, they should reap what they've sewn." I said before grabbing the scissors off the ground and snapped them in half, "That's the 13th one, how many more you got?!"
"None left..." Best Jeanist said.
"Good." I said as I picked up my weights and put them back on. "Now... I'd appreciate a simple pony tail."
"... YOU WERE WILLING TO DO YOUR HAIR?!" The sidekicks, excluding the one I threw out the window, exclaimed.
"Yeah, just cutting it was off limits." I said as I sat down on the chair, "But if I even sense a pair of scissors I will level this whole building."
I was dead serious, and so were they.
My hair styling... thing, lasted about 2-3 minutes, as for Bakugou... his lasted about an hour due to his hair being hard to control. After that hour we went on patrol, all the while he was talking about the fundamentals of being a hero, about the job, paperwork, and once again... our image. It was pretty boring, but necessary.
After that 2 hour patrol, we returned to his office to turn it in for the night. It was Bakugou and I sitting in the sidekick common room. Guess I should say something.
"So uhh-"
"Why did you choose Best Jeanist's agency?" He growled.
"My mom wanted an autograph, weren't you paying attention?" I asked.
"I'm serious." Bakugou said.
"So am I." I said, "In case you forgot I had many options. If I wanted to get experience on the field I could have gone to Endeavor's Agency. If I wanted to take it easy I could have gone to Mt Lady's Agency. But Mom liked Best Jeanist the most, so I came here."
He huffed, though seemed satisfied with that answer. But I can tell he had another question... might as well play along, "Got another question?"
"Yeah..." He muttered, "Why haven't you used your power? During Junior High, or any time really." Bakugou asked, "You could have stopped me from using my quirk on you so many times."
"Ehh, showing off isn't my style." I said, "Having people clamber at your heels about your power, having 'friends' who want to be around you in case you become a high tier hero so you can vouch for them, this whole 'spotlight' thing is more trouble than it's worth." I explained, "Heck, holding grudges is..." I said before pointing to Bakugou.
"Too much work." He recited.
"Exactly." I said with a pair of claps, "Besides, you're not like that same asshole from Junior High, you're like 2 levels above him. You're still an asshole, but a tolerable asshole."
"Hey..." He growled.
"But you're improving. Must be the realization that there will almost always be someone better than you." I said before tapping his forehead, "So don't get cocky, and don't be overly flashy. Instead hone your craft so you can live up to be someones better."
He scoffed, "There is no one better than me." He said.
"Oh yeah? I'm walking in your speed with two tons of weight added onto me." I said.
"Unfair." He muttered.
"No it isn't." I said, "I go down in like 5 strong hits. I just account for that by improving my speed and strength. So you should get to training." I said before I laid on my futon, "Well, that's enough speeches for one day."
Bakugou didn't say anything, but laid in his futon facing away from me.
... Here's hoping that would help him... might as well since I'm on a helping streak.
*End of Chapter*