"Hello, this is Kirby O'Neil. Unfortunately, I'm either occupied or away. However, if you would like to leave your information, name, and number, I will return your call soon. Thank you."

A long BEEP followed the voice message, a click, then silence.

"Hello, Mr. O'Neil, this is Inko Midoriya."

"Hey, Kirby, it's Mitsuki Bakugo."

Both women left their messages, hung up, and continued their usual business while waiting for the return call and trying to figure out the right words to tell the daughters.

In the meantime…..the first day of the workplace experience with the selected hero was undoubtedly exceptional, and everyone in the hero course was certainly enjoying themselves—even if their quirk was less superior and…and…

Shinso sat across from Jun in the cafeteria, watching him stringently stabbing his lunch, grumbling, and ripping tears from his food. Some of it spewed out, and Shinso swatted some of it away. A piece of Jun's food landed on his.

"Okay," Shinso picked out the tiny morsel and leaned back in his seat, "what is it?"

Jun grumbled a bit more before answering, "Nothing."

"Nothing? Okay, so it has nothing to do with you not having workplace experience?"

Jun didn't answer and shot his eyes up skeptically at Shinso. Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed, understanding Jun's hesitation. "I won't use my quirk on you." Jun's eyes narrowed, "I mean it. Unless I want to borrow your player or maybe borrow an extra couple of yen." He smirked, adding air quotes.

There was no humor reaction from Jun; his frown turned into a scowl and eye-roll. "You're annoying, you know that."

"And you bratty," Shinso smirked with an antagonizing smirk.

Jun huffed, then snorted, turning his nose up, "I suggest you watch your mouth." His eyes glow a strong silver, "I mean it."

"Let's not forget to add pompous, too."

"Hey! I said watch it!" Jun snapped, staring sharply at Shinso, his eyes still glowing. Shinso continued eating his food in moderate peace. "To answer your underserving question, it has nothing to do with mediocre individuals being chosen for that ridiculous," he slammed a fist on the table, his brows knitting together, "workplace experience with heroes. Those undeserving," he began his seething rambling.

Shinso let him go while stealing a few spoonfuls of his roasted lamb shepherd pie and one of his mini Scotch Egg. Shinso gave the food his usual odd expression, completely contrasting from Japanese food, but delicious nevertheless. He just wished Jun would have asked Lunch Rush to make those sweetened-filled puff-pastry tartlets so that he could sneak one of those.

Another minute passed, and Jun settled, finally finishing his obvious jealousy. Shinso finished the scotch egg, and Jun started eating his lunch—what was left of it.

"Finished, your Highness?" Shinso teased.

Jun shot him a warning glare, "Stop being childish."

"Sure. So, you finished?"

Jun took a bite of one of his scotch eggs: "We should have been allowed some sponsors. We did well. Well, I did, at least."

"You did," Shinso raised a skeptical brow, pointing his chopsticks at Jun, "Pretty sure it was that O'Neil girl from class 1-A. She literally wiped the floor with you. Well, almost if Midoriya hadn't stepped in."

A heavy shadow crossed Jun's face as sharp words piled on his tongue. Shinso kept going, holding up a defensive hand to quell Jun, "You did good too. Geez. Okay?"

"Is that supposed to pacify me?" Jun nearly shouted, his eyes flashing silver, causing a few heads to turn and staring eyes to follow. I WOULD have won! Her quirk is nothing!" He pointed firmly to himself vehemently, almost shooting out of his chair.

"I never said you wouldn't. I said you did good. But," he released a lengthy sigh, "we are both good despite our quirks. At least we showed others." He gave a nonchalant shrug, "If anything….we can still become heroes." He reflected on Midoriya's words.

Jun settled back in his seat and composed front, scuffing dismissively, "I never said I wanted to be a hero."

"Cold."

"What's cold?" Jun scooped up a spoonful of his pie. The truth? There's a vast horizon than being a hero."

Shisno frowned with minor ire, "Then why did you compete in the Festival and care about the work-study?"

A cold chill shot down Jun's spine, and intense pressure pressed on his neck; two faces appeared in his mind, and his hand holding the spoon started shaking.

A harsh strike struck him; he heard a small voice screaming and begging for it to stop. The same moused voice crying apologetically in his mind.

He shoved the spoonful into his mouth and swallowed it without chewing. "I was bored," he said between another spoonful, looking away from Shinso. "But, if you want to play hero. By all means enjoy."

Shinso didn't let what he saw go unnoticed but held the words back and finished his food, "What's your deal, by the way? With that O'Neil girl? The bright-eyed one."

Jun paused the spoon halfway to his mouth and bit back the grimace frown threatening to show, "Nothing. Nothing at all." He took the spoonful and swallowed it bitterly.

"Sure," Shinso murmured, changing the topic, "So, about that yen, you're letting me borrow."

Jun shot him an annoyed look, "Shut up."

The remainder of the day went by, and Shinso and Jun returned to their classroom. Every lesson was of no interest to Jun, but he kept up appearances and did them. Though hardly invested energy, all of this… was simple and repetitive. He could do it in his sleep. He shouldn't be in this course…in the class…in this school. Quietly, he seethed, biting it back and raising his hand on occasion.

He should be out there….not you.

The bell rang, and school finally ended. Jun gathered his things, ignored his classmates, and walked out with Shinso. Neither of them said anything, not on the train or anything. When Shinso got off first, he tossed a half-lid eye glance back at Jun; Jun blinked once…dug into his bag, and threw his MP3. With a smirk, Shinso left.

Finally quiet, Jun lazily propped his arm up and rested his head on his hand. He took out his phone and swiped the lock screen to pass the time. His eyes first went to the messages for any missed ones. A silent sigh of relief left his eyes. There were none. The same was true for the internet, besides a few articles about the hero Twi and the significant investments and a small article on missing people. He found nothing and tucked his phone away.

I should be out there, he fumed with a borad gaze out the window, ignoring the buildings passing by. He saw a few heroes about and rolled his eyes.

His stop was approaching soon when suddenly his phone vibrated, and his heart dropped. Cautiously, with hesitation, he reached into his bag and pulled out his phone. A part of him hoped it might be Shinso….it wasn't.

He opened the text from his mother. It read: Doctor's Appointment.

A glacier chill rushed through him. He knew what those words meant. Then another text came, and it was from….him. Jun's hand began trembling. The train came to his stop. He didn't get off, and the doors closed with a soft, loud hiss, and the train continued to his doctor's appointment.

It was strange, or you would have thought it when you sneezed suddenly on the train, back in your school uniform. But you didn't and remembered what Kirishima told you. But this sneeze…was hard and left your nose sore. The oddest thing was a small drop of blood dripping from your nose onto the hand that held your phone. You stared, astonished; the air on the train wasn't humid or anything, and you hadn't received any physical injury since today—your first day with Kamui Wood.

Kamui Wood, your shoulders shrunk a bit thinking of his name.

"Hey, you okay?"

Quickly, you hid the drop of blood and sat up straight, staring at the owner of the voice. That girl from your classroom, the one with plug-like earphone jacks earlobes. Her triangular onyx eyes stare back solemnly. Compared to your open, bright ones.

You tilt your head to the side a bit, "Excuse me?"

"I asked if you were okay. You spaced out, are you?"

You blink a few times, trying to recall…yourself spacing out, and shrug, "I have no recollection of spacing out. In regards to your question…yes, I properly well. Thank you. Are you?"

"Yes. By the way, your stop is coming up." She pointed to the sign over the door that read the area. "You know where to go from there, right?" She said, a bit stern.

You nod with a mix of assurance and…uncertainty that she didn't see. "I shall. Thank you."

Jiro kept her eyes on you a bit longer. You didn't bother to look at your phone again, so she leaned back and returned to looking through her phone for music. A few times, she side-eyed you quietly. You kept quiet, and that same look returned to you, heavily setting in your eyes.

You stop arrived. You gather your backpack and suitcase, politely bid Jiro farewell, and hurry onto the platform. Jiro's eyes followed you until you were no longer in view, and the train pulled away. Hearing the train pull away, you slow your steps and turn back to it, watching it leave under the yellow and orange evening sky.

Your attention was still focused on the tracks, and your thoughts being elsewhere. You didn't notice or rather forgot who was waiting for you until a large hand rested on your shoulder, nearly startling you.

"Whoa, May, it's me," Mitsuki announced herself, chuckling a bit with a smile.

Your heart suddenly beat rapidly and settled as you turned around, surprised to find her standing behind you in her work clothes, wearing a casual smile that changed to a welcoming one. A fuzziness in you made you return the smile more cutely. Leaving Mitsuki stunned for a moment.

You bow respectfully to her, "Mrs. Mitsuki, hello. Good evening."

"Good evening," she said between small chuckles of amusement; you raised a small, confused brow, but it only produced more chuckles. Eventually, they paused and continued, "Hope you don't mind that I came to get you."

You blink a few times and shake your head, "No, I have no discomfort. Though," your eyes take a moment to glance behind her. The rest of what you wanted to say fills your eyes.

So she answered, "Katsuki, he's coming a bit later." Your eyes snapped to her, and you were a bit surprised. A flicker of disappointment possibly sped over your eyes. "Ready to head home?"

You nod and walk off with her. When you remembered, "Mrs. Mitsuki, were you able to make contact with my papa?"

"Do you like cooking, May?"

Your eyes light up, "Oh, yes! Indeed!" Your mouth started running a mile a minute, and your hair started glowing with shared excitement, "I always cook for my sister and friends!" Your hands clasp together delighted.

"Great. How would you like to help make dinner?"

Stars shone in your eyes, and your voice sprung, "Yes!"