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"Hello, ladies, and welcome!"
I smiled as I stared up at the large man before bowing slightly, "Thank you for having us. I'm excited to learn from you, sir!"
Uraraka nodded rapidly, "I'm ready to learn all about the Gunhead fighting style!" she cheered, clenching both her fists in front of her excitedly.
For a moment, Gunhead just stared at us, then he suddenly squatted closer to our height, his hands bunched together under his chin, and somehow, I could tell he was grinning happily, "You two are so energetic! I'm excited to teach you!"
The hero straightened up, then waved for us to follow him, "Today, we'll go easy and start with light patrol, then move into figuring out training. I saw the sports festival, and I looked through your information from the school to get a general idea of your hand-to-hand abilities. The training today will be testing you two to see what you are already capable of with the Gunhead Training Program. From there, the week will be a healthy mix of patrolling to start the day then hard training for the second half. We'll probably do disarming moves tomorrow and focus primarily on grappling and throws through the rest of the week."
The two of us nodded excitedly, though Uraraka seemed more energetic about it. Gunhead continued to fill us in on details about his work, how he ran the agency, and showed us where things were as we followed him.
Finally reaching a hall lined with doors, he held a hand up toward the open door he had stopped in front of, "This will be your room. It's nothing fancy, but the beds are really comfy!" he leaned forward and cupped a hand by where his mouth hid under his mask like he was telling a secret, "Can't do tough training without a comfy bed to melt into to relax after. I was very thorough in my search for the best comfort for my interns and sidekicks."
Again, I could imagine a large, cheesy smile on his face, which made me mentally giggle.
Straightening back up, he nodded, "You have 30 minutes before patrol starts, and be sure to wear your hero costume!" With a parting wave, he left us to unpack and get dressed.
"How is that guy so cute without even showing his face?" Uraraka immediately asked once I had closed the door behind us. A sputtered laugh burst from me and I shook my head, "I don't know, but seriously! He's giant and beats up villains, but I can just imagine him watching Sailor Moon while wearing merch and holding a plush Luna."
We broke into a fit of giggles at the image that made its way into our minds.
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Patrol turned out to be…really boring. Uraraka was following closely behind Gunhead as he explained details about his patrols and how he was paid, but I had steadily lagged behind a couple of feet. Granted, I could still hear what he was saying, but I wasn't too interested in the "working for commission" or the PR part. Popularity was the lowest thing on my list of what a hero should worry about, but then again…I just was too much like my dad.
I adjusted my mask again just to have something to do with my hands as I let my eyes drift around the street, taking in details like possible escape routes if civilians needed to be evacuated if a villain attacked, eyeing the people to see if anyone looked suspicious, and what I could use as a weapon if needed.
A sudden chuckle brought my attention back to the hero in front of me, and I noticed he had looked over his shoulder at me. "You take after your father, yeah, Copy Cat? Always on alert, but not drawing much attention to yourself. It's smart, but I would feel better with you closer to me. Distance in a patrol can lead to a bunch of problems."
My eyes scrunched as I smiled sheepishly and quickly fell in step with them, walking beside Uraraka. "Sorry, sir. I'm also kind of nervous."
Another chuckle, "Oh, no need to apologize, first patrols can be a little nerve-wracking, especially as young as you ladies are, but you're doing fantastic!" He offered us a thumbs up.
After that it was mostly him reminiscing about past events, pointing out where he had taken out a bank robber or telling us when he had happened to be close enough after someone had been dragged into the back of a van that he was able to stop the abduction before they could drive off. By the time we got back to his agency, Uraraka and I were practically starry-eyed. He quickly released us to change before training, then he turned to go to his office while waiting.
"Oh my gosh, if interning with him is going to be this great, I might just sign up to be a sidekick here after we graduate!" Uraraka exclaimed while pulling off her tight outfit once we were back in our room. "Do you have any ideas for after high school?" She asked, pulling on some athletic shorts.
Her question made me pause, then I shifted to sit on my bed, "I didn't really plan anything, yet. Maybe I could work in dad's agency to do some rescue work." I shrugged and tossed my shorts over at the corner where my vest had been abandoned once we got the door closed. I had a fleeting thought of slight amazement of how comfortable with each other we had become in such a short time to where we carelessly stripped down to our underwear without even a hint of shyness we both had at the beginning of the year. "Oh! Or we could start our own agency! Uravity and Copy Cat, rescue heroes!" I cheered then posed ridiculously, making her fall back onto her bed laughing.
The next second, however, Uraraka was sitting up and had her fists clenched in the air with an excited fire in her eyes. "We totally should, though! We could be the toughest rescue hero team out there, and get ranked super high!"
"You can be ranked super high, Uraraka, I'll be in the background cheering you on," I chuckled.
She shot me a quick playful glare, "You know, you've been letting me call you Hana for a while now, why haven't you used my given name?"
I blinked, my brain taking slightly too long to process before I turned red, "Oh shit! My bad, Ochako, I completely blanked."
She only smiled and laughed, then started to hurriedly pull on her tank top, "We should probably hurry and get to the training hall. Wouldn't want to be late on our first day."
I threw on a random tank top and a pair of semi-loose shorts then we rushed out of the room.
Gunhead was even better with his instructions in the training. He explained that his sidekicks would join the rest of the week to help us with sparring, then went into further detail about what exactly we would be learning.
He told us that he would be the one to spar with us this afternoon. We were obviously at a disadvantage, but poor Ochako seemed to be having a little more difficulty than I was, likely because I had a little more hand-to-hand training. After a few rounds each, Gunhead let us go for dinner with a chuckle and a promise that tomorrow was when training gets fun.
The next day's patrol was similar to before, only this time some fans stopped Gunhead to get autographs, and I got to help an adorable, lost little boy find his mom. The boy had the cutest little cat ears and a fluffy tail, I almost squished his cute little face but kept myself in check. His mom was pretty relieved when she spotted us, only giving him a light glare and a gentle flick to his ear as she told him to stop wandering off to look at shiny things. Remembering where I had found him, I sweat dropped. He had in fact been standing in front of a jewelry store.
Training this afternoon was geared toward disarming techniques, and man I had more fun than I probably should have. In the first half of training, we were supposed to watch Gunhead as he would show us a certain technique at normal speed, then switch to slowly show us each step of the motions. The next step was him using the move on us in the same way, normal speed then slower. Once we decided we had the general idea of it, we would try out the move ourselves, then once we got that down, we moved to sparring with the sidekicks.
By the end of training, Ochako looked almost dead on her feet, and I was dragging myself to our quick dinner. The sidekicks all seemed to get a kick out of our exhaustion, though, and promised to not take it as easy on us tomorrow. Ochako's eyes got comically wide and I let my head fall to the table with a groan.
The third day's patrol ended up being a little different than normal. Up in front of us, there was a sudden commotion and people were being pushed out of the way by some random criminal.
Gunhead quickly looked at us then motioned to the crowd, "You two stay back and check in on the civilians, I will be back in just a little bit," He told us before taking off in the direction the criminal took off in.
I looked at Ochako and shrugged, moving towards the people in the initial commotion. "Hello, I'm Copy Cat and this is Uravity, we're heroes in training, but we're more than happy to help out."
Now Ochako spoke up, "Is anyone injured?"
The group all answered that they were fine, but one lady said that her purse had been stolen right before the man ran off. Glancing at her arms, I noticed she had a decently scraped spot along the back of her forearm that was starting to bleed.
"Ma'am, would it be alright with you if I looked at that scrape? It looks like it could use some first aid." I asked, motioning to her arm.
She looked confused then lifted her arm only to gasp slightly. Her cheeks tinted pink, "I didn't even notice! Thank you!"
Ochako grinned at me before she went to check for any other small injuries. I pulled some things from my vest pockets and went to work cleaning up the wound, warning her before parts where it might sting.
When I finished with her arm, I smiled, though she couldn't see my mouth, "Good as new. Gunhead should be back with your bag any time now, ma'am." I looked up to see some police officers speaking with other witnesses, and pointed to them, "You'll need to speak with those officers, though, and make a report."
She smiled at me, "Thank you so much! You said your hero name was…"
"Copy Cat, ma'am."
"You're such a sweet young lady. I hope your training goes well, then, Copy Cat! I'm rooting for you!" she chirped before moving toward the officers.
I was frozen to the spot though, my face turning bright red under my mask, and was thankful for the fabric that covered all the way up to my cheekbones.
Ochako walked over and nudged my shoulder, "I didn't expect that! You jumped in immediately, and didn't sound nervous at all! Normally you're kinda…shy at first or introverted, I guess. Ah! Not that that's a bad thing!"
I snorted, "You're good, Ochako. I'm not too great with new people normally, but I feel a little more comfortable with it when I'm in my hero costume. Besides, I was shaking a little the whole time, I just kinda went over my lines as I went. The lady was nice enough to not say anything, too!"
She laughed at that, and shortly after, Gunhead returned to bring us back to the agency after speaking with the officers. Before we could leave, though, a few of the civilians stepped up to the pro and spoke with him, the lady sending me a quick smile as she spoke with him.
It didn't take long to return to the agency, but once we were back, Gunhead pulled us to the side. "I'm awfully proud of you two! The officers and the civilians had nothing but good things to say about how you handled the situation. Considering that you were on your own, you did fantastic for your first experience with the public, especially you Aizawa!" His large hands came together and his hidden smile was obvious again, "You're already growing so much in just a couple of days!"
My face heated up in embarrassment, "Oh, well…I was…it was nothing, sir."
Ochako smiled happily, "Oh, just take the compliment, Hana."
"Alright! Well, let's get to training, I think you two will enjoy it even more today! We're working on a few different grappling and throw techniques today, joint locks tomorrow, and then we'll focus on strikes and kicks!" He sounded so excited, and honestly, it made it hard to not be excited, too.
And if we thought training was rough yesterday, it was like ten times more physically draining today. Thankfully, Gunhead had also taught us a few different ways to land that wouldn't cause any injuries and allowed us to recover from each attack quickly.
Once training was over, I didn't even bother with a shower, deciding to go straight to the dining area and scarf my food so I could get to bed quicker. Waving at Ochako as I stepped away from the table, I shuffled my achy self to our room as quickly as I could.
"I hurt…everywhere," My back was basically screaming at me as I gently seated myself on my bed, then eased down to sprawl across the full mattress. Gunhead wasn't wrong, this bed was really comfy, but I missed my bed and many pillows. I essentially create a comfy mess on my bed to lay among…I guess kinda like a nest but not. Dad calls it my burrow.
Smiling at the thought, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table where it was still attached to the charge cable and looked to see if I had any notifications. Lo and behold, there were a few waiting for me to read.
Mom had sent me a few memes that made me cringe yet giggle slightly – we both had stupid senses of humor, I don't know how dad deals with us sometimes…then again he's had his moments, too.
Speaking of, dad had asked how things were going, and if I was behaving. Rolling my eyes, I sent back:
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Me: Nope, I've been a total menace. Blew up a toilet…
Things are going good. I'm sore from sparring today, but I did get to help take care of a lady's scraped-up arm during patrol.
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Grump: Good
Your mother is driving me insane.
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Me: Why? Being a worry wart?
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Grump: Obviously
Be safe
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Me: Same to you, love you both.
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The next texts I got to were from my boys. Katsuki only sent a message saying ' I hate it here ' and I looked at the screen confused. He had seemed kind of excited to go to Best Jeanist for his internship, I wonder what happened to cause the change?
As I went to open Eijiro's texts Ochako dragged herself into the room and fell face first on her bed, making me chuckle. My attention went back to my texts when I saw her pick up her own phone.
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Eijiro: Dude! You remember Tetsutetsu from 1-B? He's at my internship too!
Fourth Kind is really manly! You would do great with his training. I get smacked on the back of the head a lot though…
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Me: lol that the metal guy?
I'm glad you have company tho. Poor Ochako is having a little rough of a time with our training, but she's doing great.
Gunhead had us doing throws and grappling today. My back hurts pretty bad, but I'll live.
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Eijiro: Oh, Gunhead's a grappler fighter, right? That sounds great for using your quirk in a fight.
I miss you. It'd definitely be cool to spar with you now! …wonder if you could throw me? Rofl
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Me: HA I could totally throw you after my training here! Could haul you right up and over my shoulder, and not let you down. I'd be so manly then, huh?
Miss you too, Eijiro
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"Hey, have you seen that weird text from Deku?"
My brows scrunched up in confusion, "Not yet?" I sat up to look over at her, "Why, what's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Ochako was looking at her screen with worry and confusion, which made me want to look at my own phone to see what she was seeing.
She wasn't wrong, it really was weird for Midoriya because all he sent was a location. "Huh…Now I'm really curious. Where was he going for his internship?"
"With someone called…Gran Torino? I'm not sure where really, but… isn't this address in Hosu?"
Looking back at my screen, I searched the location he gave and it really was. I hummed in thought, then went back to my texts to see if Yukime had sent anything today. "Yukime and Ida are in Hosu. I hope nothing bad is happening there."
Right on cue, I saw that Yukime had texted me earlier. A few times, actually.
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Snowball: ffs…Ida is driving me insane. Guess he thinks Manual and I are stupid, but he's totally trying to go vengeance vigilante.
Shithead is legit looking down EVERY alley we go past on patrol ffs
Fuck. Ida's giant, transformer ass has vanished and shit is falling apart here.
Nomu
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"Oh god." My eyes darted over to meet Ochako's worried brown eyes. "There's Nomu in Hosu."
"There's no way we would make it there in time!" she gasped, her hands tightening around her phone. "I don't think Gunhead would let us go even if we were close enough, though. What do we do?"
I bit my lip looking back at Yukime's texts. The last one hadn't been sent very long ago, so she was likely not going to reply to a text if I sent one…maybe… "Fuck it," I mumbled under my breath before sending a quick text.
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Me: Good?
Snowball: maybe
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I waited while watching the three dots show a message being typed, but once it felt like too long – a few minutes, but I was worried – I started to type another text only for hers to finally come through.
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Snowball: Don't come. Chaos but being handled.
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My relieved sigh drew Ochako's attention to me again. "Yukime said for us to not worry, that the pros are handling it."
She breathed her own sigh of relief and fell back onto her bed again. "Thank goodness! I hope they don't get hurt." Turning her head to grin sheepishly at me, she asked, "Is it bad to be glad we aren't there?"
I shook my head but kept my words to myself. Honestly, I kind of wanted to be there, that way I could help protect my friends and the innocent people that were being dragged into this mess. On the other hand, I really didn't want to be there. I still have anxiety from the USJ incident, and this was not helping.
Trying to distract myself, I went back to my last texts that were from Hitoshi, and I knew he could help.
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Troll: Woke up to a roughed-up cat staring at me through my window…reminded me of someone, so I ran it off lol
How's the dumb internship?
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Me: that was rude! The poor thing. At least set some food out for it!
It's going great here. Kinda wanna get back home, though. Got a king-size bed calling my name.
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Troll: Great way for it to stick around. Not happening.
King bed? Just for your short self?
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Me: That's mean. And you're just jealous, sir. I have all the space for comfort aka every blanket and pillow I can fit around me.
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Troll: so…you have a burrow on your bed…makes sense considering it's you.
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I snorted and rolled my eyes at the screen.
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Me: Still just jealous.
But honestly, I'm ready to be back to normal life. It's great here, but I'm starting to feel more pressure to meet ridiculous expectations for the popularity part of hero work when we do patrols.
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Troll: I gotta admit, it's gotten kinda boring without all the drama from your class. Think you guys can bring a little craziness back with you? Lol
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Me: Nah, not the whole class. It's just Midoriya. He's already managed to run into trouble in Hosu.
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Troll: Hosu?
Shit, you have classmates in that? Like I said… drama with your class.
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"Hey, I'm going to shut off the light, alright?" Ochako's voice pulled me away from my screen. "We gotta get some sleep."
Nodding, I sighed and snuggled deeper into the semi-comfy comforter.
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Me: well, I'm going to sleep, and you should too, you crazy insomniac. Goodnight Hitoshi.
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Troll: not like I /try/ to stay awake
Goodnight Hana
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A small shiver washed over me as I remembered his voice when saying my given name that night before the internships, and I smiled softly at my phone before setting it to the side and going to sleep.
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Apparently, news of the Hosu incident spread really fast. Gunhead's agency was buzzing with talk about Endeavor's success at taking down the Hero Killer Stain. The part that I was hung up on was some of the sidekicks saying that he saved four students in the process of wrangling Nomu then taking down Stain.
When I looked through the online report, though, I doubted that the students involved needed saving. Considering Midoriya's text, the fact that Ida and Yukime were in Hosu, and that Endeavor was there – meaning Todoroki was likely the last of the students, I felt it was a safe bet that they had themselves handled, though I'm sure they were all beat to hell. I was also sure that they likely used their quirks, and that was why they were listed as "saved" by the flame hero. That'd be a rational cover-up to save them from getting in trouble for using their quirks when they don't have licenses yet.
This incident made our patrol pretty stiff, and a few of the sidekicks accompanied us, though they were positioned at a distance. Nothing of interest came up, so when it came time to head back, I was more than ready.
In our room, Ochako ended up on the phone with Midoriya, checking in on everyone. Her conversation got cut short when Gunhead knocked and poked his head in.
"Hey you two, it's time for training." As the girl rushed to hang up, our mentor crouched low, a hand reaching to cover his already covered mouth as he gasped. "Oh~! Was that a love interest? Your soulmate, maybe?"
My friend sputtered, her face turning red, "N-no, it's nothing like that, honest! I haven't even met mine yet," She then held out her hand for proof.
Gunhead hummed, then turned to me, "What about you? Have you met that special someone?"
I went to answer only to be interrupted by the giggles of the other girl, "She has three, actually!"
The hero gasped dramatically, his hands clapping against the sides of his face, "Three?! Oh, well that must be tedious."
I snorted with a small eye roll, "You don't even know how right you are, sir."
The other two laughed, turning to leave the room. I went to follow but glanced at my phone when it dinged the text notification sound.
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Snowball: lmao Shoto just made the best joke without even trying, omg. He was like "I must be the hand crusher" with a dead serious face! I'm crying!
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I laughed and shook my head as I sat the phone back down. She had texted me the details about everyone's injuries earlier while Ochako was talking to Deku, and I could only sigh in exasperation at the trouble children.
After that, the last bit of the internships seemed to fly by. Our days were simply routine, though we definitely learned some amazing new fight techniques. Yukime had said that Midoriya had improved majorly over his few days worth of training, and was 'hyped' to see how he put it into our training at school. This drew my curiosity pretty high, but not as much as I was curious about Katsuki's internship. He only ever texted saying how much of a mistake it was to go to Jeanist after his first initial text, so I wondered what could have possibly gone so wrong with the tall man's agency.
Gunhead and his sidekicks were sad to see us leave, and the pro told us to feel free to send a work-study request when we get to that next year, that he would be happy to have us.
We waved and called out our goodbyes before finally heading back to the station to go home.
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This is…by far…the best day of my life!
My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me, absolutely soaking in the view so that I never ever forget it while my bottom lip was caught between my teeth in my attempt to not burst out laughing.
Eijiro and Sero, on the other hand…made no such attempt to hide their laughter when we happened across the made-over Katsuki.
Sero was the one to actually speak first, "Hah! Really?! Is that Bakugo?! That can't be Bakugo, can it?" he sputtered before breaking down back into his laughing fit.
"Fucking…Stop laughing!" Katsuki growled at the tape boy, though his threat seemed 10,000% less effective with his normally explosively-spiked locks now completely smoothed down. "It won't go back, even after I washed and scrubbed at the shit five times this morning alone!"
The two literally couldn't stop laughing, tears building in their eyes quickly despite the fact that Katsuki was sending them a death glare.
"Oi! If you don't stop I'm gunna-"
"Pfft," My eyes have never gone so wide so fast, hands shooting at lightning speed to cover my mouth as my body shook with the effort of holding back my laughter.
The blonde's eye twitched dangerously and his palms started to crackle, "What was that, huh, Copy Cat?"
I shook my head side to side only for that to act as the final straw for my restraint, bursting into full-fledged laughter. This only made the two boys laugh harder, Sero gasping for air occasionally.
I waved my hands around desperately in an attempt to cover for myself after I regained some of my composure, "I'm…I'm sorry! You just…oh~ my God~ you look so different! Can I touch it?!" I asked, eyes practically sparkling at the thought.
"If you wanna die!" he snarled and his hair magically poofed back up into its typical spikes, making me suddenly wheeze with a new flood of giggles. "You little shit!" Just as he lunged for me, Ochako was there to save the day.
"Hana! The others are asking about our internship, come on!" She sent a quick glance and giggle at Katsuki who had switched to attacking our two classmates since I was rescued.
When we joined Mina, Tsu, and Jiro, I was still attempting to catch my breath, so Ochako was the one to respond to their questions. Of course, she happily gushed about my quick reaction to the victim of the purse snatching, but I just waved her off. That was just a simple thing that anyone would know how to handle…except maybe Katsuki. The thought made me giggle more. Ochako really got into it when they asked about our combat training, and I could hear Kaminari making a comment about her transformation in such a short time. When I looked over at him and Mineta, I ended up hearing Mineta saying "All women are actually demonic, they just hide it really well."
I rolled my eyes at him, though I was still smiling, "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard him say."
"I dunno," Kaminari looked thoughtful for a minute, "you seem alright to me, Hanzawa, except when you're tired…"
My brow lifted in curiosity, "Hanzawa? I like it, Kami." I sent him a small smile alongside that nickname.
"I get a nickname too?! Sweet!" Kaminari cheered from his seat. "So, Uraraka said things went good for you guys, but what did you think?"
"I actually feel better about my hand-to-hand abilities now, plus Gunhead is really…well surprisingly cute." I smiled at the memories of his expressions and poses.
"Should we be worried?" the joking tone belonged to Eijiro, who just joined our conversation from his seat. Apparently, he had managed to free himself from our explosive soulmate.
I could feel a tiny blush tingling across my nose and cheeks, but I still shook my head at him, "Gunhead is way different than you'd think. The guy loves to gossip about soulmates and cute things. He's like a fun uncle."
"I just can't imagine a buff guy like that being cute. Bet he only does that for girls that intern with him." Kaminari said, nodding along with himself.
I let out a scoff, "That man totally watches Sailor Moon religiously."
The three of us laughed, though the blonde rolled his eyes at me in disbelief as he did.
"Well, I had a great internship, though I kinda wish I had been with those four!" Kaminari jerked his thumb over at Midoriya, Todoroki, Yukime, and Ida. "I bet they were totally roughed up, though…"
Suddenly, everyone's attention was on the two gathered in front of the twin's desks as well as the occupants of said desks.
"Oh yeah, you guys ran into the Hero Killer, right?" Sero asked, hanging from his uniform jacket with Katsuki glaring down at him. Judging by the look on Yukime's face, this was a sore subject, and she proceeded to turn toward the window to ignore us all.
A few of our classmates explained how happy they were about the group being ok, but it wasn't hard to tell that something was off.
"And you guys even had Endeavor there to save you! How awesome," Mina gasped, bouncing on her feet a little.
I heard Yukime huff, but her brother was the one to speak. "Right…We were saved." His voice sounded so robotic that I was almost convinced that Ida's robotism was contagious. My hunch had to have been right.
"I heard that the Hero Killer was working with the League of Villains," Ojiro said, his brows furrowing with worry, "I can only imagine that things would have been way worse had he been with them at the USJ," His voice drifted off, leaving the air heavy with the thought.
Flashes of the attack sent a tremor through my body, and I hugged my arms around myself.
"I mean…yeah the guy is scary, but did you see the videos? He was kinda cool!" said Kaminari, though all his statement did was draw out an exclamation from Midoriya. The boy jumped then looked guiltily at Ida, "My bad, dude!"
"He certainly is a man set in his ideals. I think I can understand if some people think he's…cool." Ida's response was stiff and had a tinge of anger to it.
Yukime scoffed, only this time it was louder than the huff which drew our attention to her. "The man may be deranged, but he has a damn point. There are too many fake heroes. Something needs to be done to fix that, but in a drastically different way."
Silence.
I could see some of our classmates glancing at each other, small shrugs being shared among them as some acknowledged that they agreed, even if only slightly.
"His decision that society should be purged is wrong," Ida snapped, refusing to look at the girl.
"I literally just said that." Her dark glare at our class rep made most of the class feel awkward. "I just think you're too stuck on the bright side of hero society because of your family, even though you've now seen a little of the dark underbelly yourself. No, your brother was not one of the fake heroes, no, he did not deserve to be attacked, and believe it or not, neither do I, class rep," Yukime practically spat the last words at him.
Again, there was an uncomfortable silence.
"Class is about to start. Get back to your seats!" Ida suddenly called out before heading to his desk.
Kaminari looked across the four nervously, "Well, shit, I didn't mean to start a fight between Himura and Ida."
I shook my head, "Judging by what they said, I don't think you started anything. I think it was already there."
"A lot of crazy tension there," Eijiro added with a shake of his head.
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