"Everyone has their costumes, right?" Mr. Aizawa confirmed as the class gathered in the train station, "Remember, you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet and don't lose them or anything."

"Gotcha!" Mina shouted excitedly, showing Mr. Aizawa the case containing her costume.

"Speak properly. It's 'Yes, Sir', Ashido." He scolded, "Make sure you mind your manners with the other heroes during your internships. Now get to it."

"Yes, sir!" The class dispersed, going toward their respective trains.

Ayumu turned and rushed after Bakugo who had already started toward their platform, "Bakugo, wait up!"

"Just walk faster." He didn't even look back, let alone slow his speed. Ayumu caught hold of his hand and he pulled it away, "Hey!"

"Sorry." She apologized, falling into step with him.

Bakugo shoved his free hand in his pocket, holding his costume case with the other, "It's fine."

It didn't sound like it was fine, but Ayumu left it alone. They walked in silence to their platform and waited for the train to arrive. They weren't waiting long before the train doors opened up. People started pouring out at the stop and Bakugo pushed his way through into the train with Ayumu on his heels.

They quickly found two seats across from one another and fell into them. Ayumu tucked her costume case under her seat along with her backpack of clothes for the week. Bakugo did the same and looked out the window as the train started to move. Ayumu watched as he rested his cheek on his hand and watched the scenery go by with a bored expression. She studied his features, the lazy way his hair fell in tufts across his forehead and curled behind his ears. He suddenly pulled his gaze away from the window and frowned at her.

"What are you looking at?" He snapped.

She shook her head, half embarrassed at being caught, but trying very hard not to show it, "Nothing. I was just thinking…" Her voice trailed off.

Bakugo scowled at her, "Well, spit it out."

"Well," She looked out the window, "we've been hanging out a lot and I feel like I just don't know a lot about you."

Bakugo leaned back in his chair and looked her over for a moment. "What do you want to know?"

Ayumu looked back to him, a little shocked at his response. She shrugged, having not thought that far ahead yet, "I don't know. What's your favorite color?"

"My favorite color? I don't have one."

Ayumu crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair, "Of course you do, everyone has a favorite color."

"Then what's yours?" Bakugo snapped.

She shook her head, "I asked first."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, "I don't know… red." He decided.

Ayumu nodded, "I can see that for you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ayumu shrugged and Bakugo glanced out the window before looking back to her, "Whatever, now you answer."

"Violet." Ayumu answered confidently.

Bakugo scrunched up his nose, "So purple."

Ayumu made a face back at him, "No, violet."

"It's the same thing."

"It's really not."

"You're really annoying, do you know that?" Bakugo asked.

Ayumu crossed her legs and smiled at him, "It's part of my charm. What do your parents do?"

"Like for work?" Bakugo questioned and Ayumu nodded. "They're fashion designers."

"That's really cool. So do you wear their designs and stuff?" Ayumu asked.

Bakugo shrugged, "When that old hag makes me. So your mom runs the hero agency, what does your dad do?"

Ayumu swallowed hard and Bakugo suddenly wished he hadn't asked. She tugged at the sleeve of her jacket for a minute before replying, "He was a pro hero, but, uh, he died a few years ago."

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, "I'm sorry."

Ayumu shook off his apology, "It's fine, anyways I'm pretty sure this is our stop."

"Thanks for walking me here. I know it's a little out of the way." Ayumu said, turning to face Bakugo.

Bakugo scoffed, "We both know you probably would have gotten yourself into some problem if I hadn't."

Ayumu chuckled to herself, "I'm not sure that's entirely accurate, but I'm glad you did regardless."

Bakugo scoffed, "What kind of pro forgets to pick someone up?"

Ayumu shrugged, "I'm sure he just got busy. It happens."

Bakugo turned away from her, "Whatever, I'll see you in a week."

Ayumu put her hand on the door handle and turned to watch him go, "Text me when you get to Best Jeanist, okay?"

He didn't respond, but Ayumu knew he'd do it anyway. She pulled open the door and was greeted by the familiar sound of her mother's old sidekick's voice.

"Does your mother know that boy walked you here?"

"Hi, Mr. Takahashi." Ayumu greeted, "No she does not, but I am sure she would be grateful to know he did since someone forgot to come get me from the train station."

A lavender cat slinked out from behind the curtain, after a few steps it was replaced by a man. Hideo Takahashi. His dark eyes fell on her and he hissed before running his hands through his curly,lavender hair to calm himself.

"I didn't forget. I told you I got an urgent call. And while you're here you will not call me Mr. Takahashi, you will address me by my hero name, Protean."

"Yes, Sir." Ayumu said.

Protean smiled, "Alright. Well, no time to waste. Let's get to work. I understand they had you pick your codename before coming in today, what is it?"

"Mirage." Ayumu stated. She still wasn't entirely pleased with the name, but it was beginning to grow on her.

A slight smile tugged at Protean's lips. He looked her over for a moment, "So you picked your own name. I always thought you would. Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying this week."

Ayumu followed Protean down a short hallway and stopped in front of a wooden door. He opened it and stepped aside to let Ayumu into the room. Ayumu walked to the center of the room and looked around as Protean stayed in the doorway.

The room was plain: white walls, a single twin bed with light blue sheets, a wooden bedside table with two drawers, a closet, a wooden desk, and a simple desk lamp. There was a second door directly next to the entrance into the room that hid away the bathroom. Ayumu dropped her backpack onto the bed and placed her costume case on the desk.

"It's not much, but it'll do for the week." Protean shrugged, "Get changed into your costume, we're going to go on patrol."

Ayumu paused for a moments and looked at him, "Mr. Aizawa said we're not allowed to wear our costumes out in public yet."

Protean waved her off, "You're with me, so it will be fine. Besides, you don't have any support items with you right?" Ayumu shook her head, "Then I don't have to worry about you running off and trying to do things on your own. Now, get changed."

Protean closed the door behind himself, leaving her alone in the room. Ayumu sent a quick text to Shinso, letting him know she had arrived and threw her phone onto the bed and opened up her costume case. Inside were her pants, shirt, and shoes. Two small bags were also placed in the case containing her support items. She pulled out the clothes and quickly changed, leaving her school uniform folded neatly on the bed. She went to close the case and caught sight of the bags once again. Ayumu glanced at the door before grabbing the bags and dumping her support items into two of the pockets of her pants. Protean didn't need to know. She wasn't going to run off, but if they ran into trouble… she didn't want to be defenseless or feel useless like she had at the USJ. She shuttered, she still had nightmares.

Ayumu grabbed her phone before throwing open the door to the little bedroom, "I'm ready!"