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Momo rubbed at her eyes as she realized just what it was that she had signed herself up for. She had thought that having teamed up with the professional hero Uwabami would have gifted her some insight into the world of patrols and how to adapt to a random encounter on the street, something which was commonly seen on the news and social media. Instead she was having her hair and makeup professionally done by people who wouldn't even remember her name the following day.
She understood the point, that it was important to try and get your name out there by any means necessary. To be seen by the public and become a recognisable hero that people would rely on.
Nobody would even recognize her as the backup to the professional hero Uwabami in a shampoo commercial.
Finally, Momo found herself free of the attendant's hands who walked away as she gave them a polite message of gratitude. "I hate this, so much," said the voice from nearby, her peer from U.A who had found herself in a situation that was not what she had been expecting.
"I admit, this is not what I had in mind when I signed up to intern with Uwabami's agency," said Momo, agreeing with what the student from 1-B was saying.
"I just want to know, what part of this is hero work?" asked Kendo, the girl wishing she could tear at her hair but knew just how much trouble that would get her in. Or more importantly, how much longer she would have to sit in the chair and have the professionals once more tweak at every individual strand of hair on her head.
"I'm sure..." started Momo before stopping herself, knowing full well that she was lying to herself. "No. Thinking about it now, this feels like Uwabami is using this as a way to make herself continue to seem relevant in the public eye. She herself...is nothing more than a figurehead for her agency."
Yaoyorozu wasn't sure if her claim was true or not but she couldn't help herself as she found herself voicing her anger out at the situation that she was in. "Amen sister," said Kendo. "After all this rubbish we need to get her to take us out on the streets!"
Momo watched as Kendo's fist enlarged due to her quirk before she clenched her fist, a bold declaration of sorts. "What will we do if she says no?" asked Momo, unsure if they would be able to get the professional hero to approve of their request.
"Then we quit," said Kendo as if it was the simplest solution.
"We...quit..." repeated Momo, unsure if she had heard Kendo right as her hand shrunk back down to its normal size.
"Yeah! We go back to school, tell them that it didn't work out and just get the teachers to give us homework or hopefully something practical to do instead. Anything would be better than more of this!"
Yaoyorozu carefully weighed her options before nodding her head slowly in agreement. She had come into this internship on the hope of learning more about the hero lifestyle and if she wasn't going to get it in this internship then what was the point of remaining on it.
"Ten minutes girls," announced someone from nearby, snapping the two of them back to the reality they were currently in. They would find out in the next few hours however if this was indeed the reality that they would have to remain in for much longer.
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Tenya Iida could not have imagined such a day only a couple of weeks prior. Having only seen his brother incapacitaded in a hospital bed barely clinging to life to now patrolling the streets side by side. Such a thing truly was a miracle.
The one thing that stumped Iida however, along with most of the medical world, was how Tensei had recovered. Why had he alone been granted a second chance when so many others had not?
Tensei had been awfully tight lipped about the circumstances leading to his recovery. That in turn meant that he knew what had happened but was either sworn to secrecy or opted to simply keep what had happened to himself. Regardless, Tenya knew that his brother kept his mouth shut for a reason and would not push him to reveal anything if he so chose not to.
Tenya watched as his brother raised his hand up to his headpiece, receiving a transmission from his agency about something happening in the area. Waiting patiently, it wasn't too long before he turned to face Tenya. "Alright brother," he said, smiling from behind his helmet. "You able to keep up with me?"
"Yes!" said Tenya swiftly, saluting as he did so.
"Good," said Ingenium. "Stay close."
Social media was flooded shortly afterwards as pictures of Ingenium and his protege successfully accomplishing their tasks. For the masses, it was a sign that the Turbo Hero Ingenium had well and truly returned.
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Shirou couldn't help but run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the two people that his homeroom teacher had dumped on him. "Alright," he said slowly as they knelt before him, heads hanging down in shame. "Please correct me if I say anything wrong here as I do my best to summarise the situation. The two of you went to work at the same agency, where you were disappointed by the fact that you wouldn't be taken out on patrol by the hero whom you had selected to work under. When you pressed them to go and do something more heroic, they took you outside where they were bombarded by fans and then they spent time posing for photos and signing autographs. At which case, the two of you created a social media storm by leaving your chosen hero high and dry in front of their fans and the press."
"Am I missing anything?"
"No," said Kendo as she lifted her head to look Shirou in the eyes, only to drop her head just as quickly as she witnessed the harsh glare he was sending at the two of them. Yaoyorozu did her best to remain quiet.
"Now, the two of you left the teachers in a predicament. The solution they came up with is that for the remaining time of your internship, you will be under my care for the entirety of the time," said Shirou. He watched as the two girls kneeling before him had two very different reactions. Yaoyorozu seemed to stiffen at his words while Kendo lifted up her head in hope that she wasn't getting off as bad as she previously thought she would be. "Before anything however, I do want to say that I am proud of you two."
Momo now tilted her head up to look at him, confusion in her eyes. "Why?" she asked wondering why she was getting any sort of praise for her actions.
"The two of you stood up in what you believe in, in what you believe a hero is. Frankly I imagine some of the faculty are proud of your decisions however they won't state their opinions due to wanting to keep in the good books of the agency," said Shirou with a shrug of the shoulders. "Do not however think that this means that I will be going easy on you. I will push you to your limits, all day every day until you return to your classes. Am I understood?"
"Yes sir," said Kendo, giving a mock salute alongside a cheeky smile indicating that she wasn't thinking that this was going to be so bad. Momo, having been at many of Shirou's trainings thus far, knew that if Shirou said that he was going to push them to their limits, he would do so. "So sir, what time should we reconvene tomorrow?"
"I believe you misunderstood me when I said, all day every day," said Shirou.
"But it's starting to get late," said Kendo taking a quick glance towards the afternoon sun. "You know, our parents will start to get worried if we don't get home soon."
"True," said Shirou, stroking at his chin. "In which case, the two of you are permitted one phone call each to your respective families where you can inform them that you will be staying here until the last day of the internship when I allow you to go home."
"What! But? Why?" stammered Kendo, unsure of what was happening right now.
Yaoyorozu opted to go for a much more straight forward question, knowing full well that Shirou was serious with his word. "Where will we live during this time?"
"There are two houses on campus, I live in one and the two of you will share the other. The only time the two of you are permitted to leave campus is to go grocery shopping. I will not give you a curfew but know that I will be waking you will be expected to meet me outside yourself at six every morning at which you will present yourselves promptly. I warn you not to make me wait."
"That's, that's ridiculous!" said Kendo as she got to her feet as quickly as possible. "What makes you think that we'll do any of this?"
"The faculty has made me responsible for your punishment," stated Shirou. "If you have an issue with how I conduct your punishment, take it up with them. Or, if you wish to change my mind, make me."
"With pleasure," declared Kendo, running high on the adrenaline coursing through her veins. With Shirou only a handful of metres in front of her, she pulled back her hand as it grew in size before swinging forward, now being able to reach the distance between herself and her target. Momo had yet to move, knowing full well that Kendo's act of defiance was ill advised. It took only a matter of seconds before Kendo found herself flat on her back, the wind being knocked out of her.
"I will give the two of you the night off to accommodate to your new living arrangements," said Shirou as Kendo took deep breaths in and out, trying to push the pain she felt to the back of her mind. "Since the two of you are currently lacking in any general supplies, I will cater for your dinner tonight. Remember though, I will expect you outside at 6am sharp."
"Yes," said Momo in understanding, unsure of how she would go in these new settings. Regardless, she and Kendo had gotten themselves into this mess. One way or another they were going to pay their due.
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Midoriya allowed the power of One for All to flood his body, pulsating through every fibre of his being. While the output he was able to maintain was minimal it still created a great deal of stress on his body. Since this was the first time he had allowed his body to access the potential his quirk had to offer, he felt that he would have to treat it like a muscle. Overworking it too quickly could lead to disastrous effects (his broken bones from the entrance exam did come to mind) so he would have to work at it slowly. For starters he would try to maintain it for small periods of time before giving himself a break before repeating the process. After that he would try to allow his body to hold the form he was currently in for longer periods of time and again, utilize his quirk on and off several times so that his body could become adjusted to being in this state.
"You're mumbling," stated Gran Torino, Midoriya's internship mentor. Midoriya couldn't help but pause, not realizing that he had been voicing out his thoughts that way. "Your thoughts however are not unwarranted. Your body is unaccustomed to you accessing One for All like this and until it is you should treat it carefully."
"Yes," said Midoriya as he allowed his quirk to temporarily dissipate, freeing his body of the strain that One for All was creating.
"There's something else on your mind, isn't there," said Gran Torino, seeing the look of concern on Midoriya's face.
"Well," said the student sheepishly as he scratched at the back of his head. "I've kind of been trying to work out a new fighting style."
"What's wrong with the one you are using?" asked Gran Torino, unsure where this train of thought had come from.
"The thing is, everything I've done has essentially been copying somebody else's techniques," he said honestly. "I've even shouted 'Smash' before. But now..."
"I see," said Gran Torino as he placed his hands behind his back. "You don't want to find yourself becoming the hero emulating All Might. They're mighty big boots to fill and frankly at the moment you barely deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as him."
Midoriya swallowed at the harsh yet fair criticism before asking his next question. "So can you help me develop my own style?"
"Sure kid. By the way..."
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
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Shigaraki was not a patient man at the best of times. Watching a television report on how there had been no word of the Hero Killer since his run in with the recently healed Ingenium (which if he ever saw that bastard again, he would be sure to rub it in his face) definitely tipped him towards breaking point. All these reports on whether or not the villain, who made it his duty to hunt down those who protected the city, had hung up his cowl or was simply biding his time? It was infuriating!
Frankly, Shigaraki couldn't give two damns about what the reason was! All he wanted to know was why every report seemed to be about him! Where were the reports questioning when the League of Villains was going to strike next? Why didn't anybody want to speculate on what their next move was? Why was he so news worthy and not them?
Kurogiri couldn't help but sigh as he watched his master's pupil boil in wordless rage. It was essentially a case at this point as to when he decided to do something as opposed to if he would do something. Regardless of what he chose to do however, he would stand by his side to support him.
However foolish it may be.
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Kendo woke with a start as she found herself drenched, a bucket of water having been tossed over her sleeping body. "What in the hell!" she screeched as she struggled to figure out what had just happened.
"You made me wait," said Shirou unapologetically. "Be thankful this is simply a warning for the first day. You don't want to know what I'll do if you're late tomorrow. Now get changed, you've already wasted two minutes. Time's wasting."
Kendo suddenly came to the realization that suffering by having done naught under Uwabami's regime may very well have been better than whatever it was that her fellow classmate had it store for her.
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