The first few weeks after the sports festival were always an interesting time for agencies, everyone watched the new UA students' performances at the sports festival and this years one had been a doozy. The pro hero Thrasher wasn't too sure how things worked at other agencies but at the Endeavour agency, all new hires (even if they were just temporary interns) were decided solely by the big guy himself. So it hadn't been too shocking when the only student that had been invited too their agency hand been Endeavours own son.

He said not too surprising since the two of them didn't seem to have the best relationship. His boss was normally intense, and had a habit of ordering his subordinates around like sheep dogs, but every time Thrasher saw the two of them together, the number two hero was practically breathing down his sons neck, while the student would either snark back at him in a deadpan tone or silently ignoring him.

Shoto Todoroki wasn't a bad kid himself, a little quiet and on the intense side, but he was polite to everyone else and agreeable enough to work with. Thrasher supposed that maybe it was just the kids apparent dislike of his father having an affect on his personality, but Thrasher couldn't imagine the boy was very popular with others his own age. So that made it all the more surprising when, on the third day of Shoto's internship a beautiful blonde came to the agency looking for him with a smile on her face.

He'd been at his desk, having to work through lunch that day due to an influx of paper work, in fact he'd become so engrossed he didn't see the girl standing in front of him until she made her presence known.

"Excuse me?" chirped a voice.

Thrasher looked up to see a girl in her teens, she had blonde hair that fell down her back, she was wearing a white blouse and a tan skirt that covered her from waist to knee, in her hands was a wrapped up item that he assumed was a bento box.

He jerked into a upright position at his desk, how long had she been standing there? ignoring customers was not professional or heroic! He tried to think of the right thing to say but mostly his mind was distracted by the smell coming from her bento box and his stomaches subsequent reminder that he hadn't had lunch today.

"S-sorry about that miss. Can I help you with something?" he asked in hopes of amendment.

She offered him a good natured smile, which made her look familiar to him somehow, before answering, "Yes, actually I'm just a little lost around here, I was hoping you could help me find someone?"

He relaxed a little, apparently this wasn't a serious matter.

"Do you have an appointment with one of our agents miss?" while going about procedure for guests the back of Thrashers mind was trying to figure out where he'd seen this girl before.

"Oh I'm not here for business or anything, it's actually for more of a personal reason." Her smile widened a bit "I'm looking for Shoto Todoroki."

"Shoto?" Thrasher hoped he didn't sound as shocked as he felt.

"Yes, he's interning here from UA?"

"Oh n-no, I know who he is-" Thrasher spluttered "it's just, uh... what is the, um, nature of your visit?" he figured that was better than just going the blunt route and asking "what do you want with him?" or "what are you doing here?"

"Well I know these internships can keep you pretty busy from what he's told me, so I thought he might appreciate something hot and fresh for lunch." She held up her package for inspection, and it took considerable control on thrashers part to keep his stomach from growling.

"How kind." He said, trying not to let the env creep into his tone, "Forgive me for being forward, but may I ask how you two know each other miss..."

Her golden eyes widened noticeably as she brought her other hand to her mouth with an expression of seeming self disappointment "So rude of me." She muttered under her breath. "I'm so sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier." She apologised as if she had spilled the contents of her lunch into his lap.

He offered a cordial laugh to diffuse the situation and stuck his hand out for shaking, "Don't worry about it, folks around here call me Thrasher."

She took his hand in hers, "I'm Mami Tomoe."

And then it all clicked into place, without realising he'd done it, Thrasher pulled her closer to him by the hand, so that he could get a better look at her face, "Mami Tomoe? From the Kaname Hero Agency?"

Dispite the natural feeling of distress at the sudden proximity, the lass did a good job of keeping her composure, "Um, yes?"

"I saw your teams photo spread in last weeks Ultra Life! You guys practically had that whole issue dedicated to you!" He'd been lying on the couch at home with his boyfriend, Lee had drawn his attention to it because he was surprised how young all the girls were to already have agency contracts, he himself had been shocked because, while media coverage was a tool often used by new or up and coming agencies to get some attention drawn to them, a brand new agency with only four underage girls to take credit for, and not even fully certified to boot, getting all the main photo ops in one of Japans most popular magazines was something he could safely say had never happened before.

"Your manager must me some kind of demon to have made that happen!" He excitedly exclaimed, he then realised the position he was holding the minor in a quickly dropped her hand.

Mami laughed a bit awkwardly, using the hand he had been holding to rub the back of her head, "Yes it was certainly a great opportunity, though I shouldn't say it like that, Mrs. Kaname is very good at getting what she wants. I have to admit though, it felt a bit more like a fashion shoot at times." She grumbled that last bit.

He thought back to a couple of the splash pages he'd glanced at from Lee's shoulder, they had seemed at bit like something Uwambi would have posed for. Only the introductory articles and a couple of posed battle ready pictures had shown the girls in their hero costumes.

"Matakihara's a bit of a ways away from here just to bring someone lunch. You two really that close?" He was more than a little curious now, as previously stated he hadn't really imagined Shoto being to popular amongst his peers, but here was a girl that it wouldn't be wrong to classify as a rising star in the Hero industry, going out of her way to bring him lunch. Thrasher guessed the stoic type must have become more popular since he was in high school.

"Well I'd been planning to come up and visit anyway, so I just thought-" but she was cut off by the intervention of a third party.

"Mami?" asked Shoto Todoroki as he approached Thrashers desk, eyes locked on the blonde, but despite how Mami's face lit up when she saw him, he looked less than thrilled to see her there.

"Todoroki." The pleasantness in her voice was an indication that she hadn't noticed the storm clouds brewing above his head. She held up the lunch she'd made and offered him a bright smile. "I thought you might appreciate a l-" Mami found herself cut off when Shoto grabbed her by the arm and began bodily pulling her towards and through the doors to the stair well. While she didn't resist or make a scene, by the look on her face gave Thrasher the opinion that she was none to pleased about the situation.

He watched the two of them leave the office and waited a few minutes after the sounds of their footsteps dissipated, he looked around at the other desks, but everyone else had either not noticed or was pretending not to have. Thrasher rolled his chair back, just enough to see out the window behind him and onto the street. Just in time to see the two teenagers pop into view.

He can't hear them of course, but he knows enough about body language to tell that they're having an argument. Shoto is stiff and rigid while he speaks, hands clenched into fists, and keeping his head bowed for the most part. Mami is a little more expressive, at the start she only clutches onto the bag she's holding more tightly, but as it goes on she gets more animated, even poking him in the chest with her finger, it goes on like this for a little while longer, until Shoto said it. That one thing that gets said in every real fight, that one thing that takes you both over the line and leaves you regretting opening your mouth.

Shoto has the misfortune of being the regretful one in this argument, as Mami suddenly flinches and coils in on herself, truly hurt.

Shoto seems to realise what he's done immediately, but when he tries to reach out to her she takes a step back. An uncomfortable looking silence hangs between them for what must feel like forever to them. Eventually Mami steps forward and looks Shoto right in the eye. She says something to him that makes his eyes widen, he begins to say something, but she holds up her hand to silence him, she keeps talking for a while, then she shifts her hand to cup the side of his face, and then they were just looking at each other. Thrasher began to feel like he was watching something private, but just before he turned away the two teenagers brought their heads together and he whirled around in his chair with maybe a little more force than necessary. The stoic type had definitely become more popular since he was a teenager.

A few minutes later Shoto came back into the office, carrying the lunch Mami had brought him. He looked like he was carrying a weight on the back of his neck.

Before he could stop himself Thrasher asked him "Everything okay?"

Shoto looked up at him like he had forgotten there were other people in the office, he took a few steps towards Thrashers desk, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, when the temperature in the room went up.

"Shoto!" Endeavour bellowed from the other side of the room, "The others are about to give me their patrol reports, you should see how this is done!" He turned around and left without waiting for his sons response.

"Things could be better." Shoto said after his father had left, without looking at Thrasher "I have to talk to my father about something."

There was a tiny thud as Shoto dropped the wrapped box onto Thrashers desk, before stalking off in the direction his father had gone. He didn't say a word or turn back to face the hero who had been watching the encounter, but Thrasher couldn't imagine the young boy was making a very pleasant expression.