Obi Wan idly thumbed through his phone, flicking open different Apps. While he knew it would have shocked many people back at the temple, as he had long stated that he wasn't a fan of technology, Nemuri and Hizashi had managed to get him to understand just how wonderful the smart phone was. It was rather like a data pad but not limited in what it could hold. Video, articles, novels, even audio dramas and 'podcasts'. He was rather fond of those last ones; he had decided to learn more about the world he lived in after Nemuri had teased him about not knowing any of the references she made (stating that even Eri, with her sheltered upbringing, knew more than him). But he didn't have enough time to actually WATCH the movies and shows that Nemuri had assured him were needed in order to fully understand the human condition.

Thus, podcasts.

The ability to listen to someone discuss a film, not just what it was but also the making of it, the actors involved, the directors and writers… it allowed he to quickly process everything. And he had to admit they were rather entertaining. He'd taken to putting in the wireless earbuds that Hizashi had gotten him for 'Kissmas' or whatever the holiday was called when he did his katas or worked on his saber forms.

He was considering a series that covered the movies that centered around the Earthling fear of the 13th day of any given Earth month falling on a Friday when Snipe, who had been seated next to him, let out a groan.

"I mean it buddy… the nanny cam showed you trying to slip out. That's why I called. You know you can't leave unless I am there."

The man paused.

"I know you can hear me. And I know you noticed those fish that had been set up by Mrs. Rill in her place. DON'T even think about it!"

Another pause.

"Alright, I have to go…" He shut off his phone before letting out a groan. Obi Wan didn't say a word, figuring the masked hero would do a bit more if he truly wanted to talk to Obi Wan. Sure enough…"So," Snipe whispered, leaning in towards Obi Wan, "I have a question about the Force-"

"Bastards!" Sekijiro snarled as he stormed into the teacher's lounge. He didn't bother slamming the door shut behind him, he was that angry.

Obi Wan glanced at Snipe but the man shook his head, making it clear that whatever he wanted to ask could wait. That settled the Jedi Master (was he still a Jedi Master? That was a debatable question. Considering he and Nemuri had decided to take their relationship to the next level, seeing as, in her words 'we have a child now, should see how one creates one' if the council ever did learn about him he'd be kicked out…) turned to the homeroom teacher of 1-B and grimaced as he saw the thunderous look on his features. "Ah… you have looked through the internship requests?"

"Not a single one from the Top 10 for ANY student and nothing from the Top 25 for any of the First Years. And do you know what I was told when I pressed several old friends?"

"I imagine the same thing Hizashi was told," Obi Wan stated. "Namely that they were approached by a certain hero they couldn't name that suggested that UA's recent actions had shown that Top Ranked Heroes should focus on other schools."

"What you mean," Sekijiro growled low in his throat, "is that prick Endeavor is throwing a hissy fit because Nedzu kicked him out of the Sports Festival and is using all his political leverage to try and embarrass UA!"

"Well, I suppose I could mean that," Obi Wan said with a shrug and a soft smile.

Snipe shook his head. "He seriously did that? I know he's a fragile little man but UA is his alma mater."

"When it comes to Endeavor the only loyalty he has is to people who have done something for him recently," Aizawa grunted, letting everyone know he was in the room. Obi Wan hadn't forgotten, of course… the homeroom teacher for 1-A was so very odd in the Force, feeling like a dark spot in it. Not in an evil way though… more like a nice place to tuck yourself away for a nap. He remembered there being such a little room back in the crèche for younglings when they got headaches. Utterly quiet and cool and dark so that one could sleep away the pain. Aizawa was a living version of that.

"And you don't have a problem with what he's doing? The games he's playing with our students? Damn it Eraser, he's trying to ruin their careers before they even begin!"

"On the contrary," Aizawa said dully, hair falling over his eyes, "I'm ecstatic."

Snipe snickered at that.

"Would you be serious?" Sekijiro snarled.

"I am serious," Aizawa said, finally uncurling himself. "I am half tempted to send him a fruit basket." When the other teachers just stared at him he let out a sigh. "What is the number one complaint we all have when it comes to internships?"

Obi Wan looked at Snipe and Sekijiro (and he should REALLY find out Snipe's first name… he didn't know why the man guarded it so carefully… similar to why he always covered his face; one would almost think he was one of the Mandalorian 'Way Followers' that Satine had always complained about) and saw at once their features change to that of understanding. Still confused though Obi Wan looked to Aizawa, waiting for him to elaborate.

"When students get their internship offers they are supposed to meet with us so we can try and guide them to hero agencies that will help them grow. While we can deny a student if we feel that an Agency is a risk to their safety for the most part we are powerless to actually stop them from making their choice. And nine times out of ten most students look not at what an agency can bring but its ranking."

"Ah," Obi Wan said, understanding at once. "They believe that just because one is popular then they would be a great teacher for them." It was, sadly, a problem he himself had had when he was young. When he'd first reached the point where he could be selected as a padawan he had thought that he would deny any that asked him because he was waiting for Master Yoda to select him as a Padawan. And if not him then one of his students.

'I can only imagine what my life would have been like if Yan Dooku had asked me to be his padawan,' he thought to himself.

"While it isn't very common for the first years we usually get at least someone in the Top 20s who will pick out a first year student. That causes not only that child to get an overinflated ego but also make ripples throughout the rest of the first years."

Snipe nodded. "Kids will begin ignoring our advice and just picking the highest ranked hero. Or ask if we can send letters to All Might and ask him to take them on."

Sekijiro huffed. "Two years ago I had a student actually want to do NO internship because she thought it would look better to do none than to do a 'worthless internship'." He looked at Aizawa. "That was the first time I ever busted a student down to Gen Studies before you."

"I know," Aizawa commented. "It was the only time I truly felt proud of you." He glanced over at Obi Wan and Snipe. "The point though is that this is a good thing. The students will actually be able to focus on picking out good internships that help that grow and not just focus on what they think is "trendy" or "hip" or "cool"."

"…never use slang again," Sekijio said.

Snipe though frowned. "There is a problem though with all of this… while I understand where you are coming from with the first years this is going to hurt the Second Years and especially the Third Years." He held up his hands to stop the two other teachers from speaking. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You two only see things mostly from the first year perspective… but I have third years who need to make connections. That aren't going to be able to simply make their own agents. They need to join other ones, get set up as sidekicks. This is going to hurt them."

"Then we make sure it doesn't," Obi Wan stated.

"What do you mean?" Sekijiro asked, frowning.

Obi Wan merely smiled back. "Its rather simple. Yes, the Top 25 didn't focus on UA. As such we make this not "They are avoiding UA so the school must have failed". We instead make it "They didn't pick UA… because they aren't worthy to"."

That had Sekijiro's frown instantly changing to… well, not a smile as Obi Wan wasn't for sure the man COULD smile but it was far less stern and severe than it had been. "Hmmm… that could work. There are plenty of younger heroes that are looking to rise up in the ranks… if we spin this right we could make it seem like the Top 25 are completely out of sync with reality."

"A bunch of old men and women who aren't in touch with the public anymore," Snipe added.

"And when they see the ones that DID decide to stick with UA rising in the ranks we make it clear when they come crawling back to us that we aren't interested."

Obi Wan stroked his beard. "Of course I would NEVER suggest that Nedzu blacklist everyone in the Top 10 from having any connection to UA… and make clear to the many Support Companies that they must pick the premier Heroics School or someone who will be retiring in a few years…"

Aizawa considered that. "I don't like the politics of the hero society-" Something that Obi Wan could agree with though he hated ALL politics, "-but I do like sticking it to those fools."

"That is the hazard of such games like this: it is rather dangerous when they get twisted upon you." Obi Wan shrugged. "Of course what truly matters is helping our students grow, which is why I will be holding counseling sessions with all of them the rest of this week, to go over what their thoughts are and which agencies they should attend." At once Sejikiro and Aizawa agreed to attend as well, to help Obi Wan with the students. After all, while he was their teacher he didn't see them every single day and not for as long as the home room teachers did. They would have insights that Obi wan simply wouldn't.

It took some back and forth but it was decided that Obi Wan would meet with each homeroom teacher over the next few days, starting with First Year since they was so new for them, and compare notes. Packs would be created with suggests and gameplans made for helping guide the students towards the agencies that would help them grow.

Snipe leaned forward. "And I suppose if someone were to begin plotting how to hurt Endeavor for this?"

"Oh, I could never be a part of such a thing," Obi Wan said, stroking his beard. "So uncivilized."

"Good thing no one ever said that about me," Snipe replied.

~MC~MC~MC~

Uraraka frowned as she looked over the packet Kenobi had handed her.

"I should have seen this coming," she finally said as she closed it. Kenobi and Aizawa had given her time to read it, even offering to let her come back the next day but… "I've thought the much myself, honestly."

"Really?" Aizawa asked, sounding surprised. Well, he sounded bored but not AS bored as usual. "You have been rather clear that you wish to be a Rescue Hero."

"Yeah," she said. "But Izuku and Ahsoka have been pretty forceful in telling me why it was foolish to think that just because I was going into the rescue field that I wouldn't need to defend myself."

"What did they say?" Kenobi asked, clearly interested.

Uraraka managed a faint smile. "Ahsoka stated that people don't wait to begin bleeding out when its safe for Rescue Heroes to come in. Many times those critical moments are when the fight is still going on, meaning a Rescue Hero needs to rush in to protect the civilians and that puts them in the middle of the danger."

"And Midoriya?" Aizawa asked.

Uraraka grimaced. "He pointed out that a villain that was out to hurt heroes could stage an attack in order to draw out a Rescue Hero. Or could go to the scene of a disaster and take advantage." She shut her eyes. "When I told him no one would do that he brought up Stain… and Muscular."

He'd actually done more than that. Izuku had pulled up photos of both men's work. The bodies of heroes that were twisted about to make a statement, to prove Stain's dark beliefs and preach them to the world… and the Water Hose Heroes and what Muscular had done to them. The final photo had been of them with their son during happier times, Izuku asking if she wanted that for any children she would have… or her parents. Or her friends. For them to be left behind because she refused to fight back.

"And it makes sense, when they brought that all up," Uraraka stated. "Villains… they don't have honor codes. They don't stop just because someone got hurt in the crossfire. And there are enough of them that are twisted enough to see that as an opportunity." She paused before shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong! I think Rescue Heroes are very important! They don't get the credit they deserve! People talk about Civilian Stats and the like all the time. A hero is really good at it or is really reckless. What they don't mention is that those numbers live or die based on the teams the Heroes have helping them! And we are taught to 'prioritize the rescue' but its been years since All Might went into a burning building! And Endeavor? Best Jeanist? Even Hawks is more focused on flash then saving people and-"

Uraraka blushed.

"Sorry. I… went a bit overboard."

Aizawa though shook his head. "NEVER apologize for being passionate about saving people." She smiled at that, looking down at her hands. "So, we laid out two options for you."

"Right. Weapons or hand to hand." Uraraka looked up at the two of them. "Hand to Hand."

"Do you mind me asking why?" Kenobi asked. "I'm not saying you're wrong, just curious about your reasoning."

"Well… my quirk," Uraraka said. "It's all based around my hands, right? So I was thinking that if I learned how to fight hand to hand I could…"

"Could what?" Aizawa pressed.

"Maybe… develop a fighting style around my quirk?" She grimaced, hating how arrogant that sounded. She hadn't even completed her first year of UA… she hadn't even mastered the basics of Hand to Hand, and she was already thinking of making her own fighting style? It was insane and stupid and-

"Hmmm… smart," Aizawa said, cutting off her mental chastisement. "People tend to think of a single way to use their quirk and that is all they ever consider. You are already thinking outside the box, how to adapt it and truly make it your own."

She stared at him, shocked, before flashing a bright smile.

"And you think Mirko is the hero to do that?" she asked.

"She created her own fighting style based on her quirk," Kenobi answered.

"And she might help you better operate around certain… personality types," Aizawa mentioned.

~MC~MC~ MC~

Aoyama for once wasn't smiling brightly as Aizawa and Kenobi stared him down. Oh, he was trying… but the way they were looking at him made him feel like a bug that had been caught to be studied.

"These packets go over what we feel were your strengths and weaknesses when it comes to your path so far in UA," Kenobi stated. "What we want from you now is to look these over and then, if you are ready, we will discuss why we selected the internships we did as our suggestions for who you should work with. These aren't a demand… but we want you to truly understand how important this is?"

Aoyama nodded at that.

"It is your choice," Aizawa finally said.

"…is it?" he asked softly. "Is it ever?"

~MC~MC~MC~

Tenya frowned as he studied the packet, taking his time to carefully look over each sheet. He'd have preferred to do a full read through followed by note taking, pro-and-con lists, and a reexamination but he didn't want to waste his instructors' time. They had said that he would be able to study the packet at his leisure later but he wanted to take advantage of their knowledge.

But…

"My brother isn't in here," he said.

"I know," Aizawa stated. When Tenya looked up his homeroom teacher merely met his stare.

Finally Kenobi replied, "For some people internships are about enhancing their quirk. Fine tuning it. For others however…" he paused, clearly thinking over his words careful. "It is about taking what could be a weakness and making it into a strength. We feel that while your brother understands your quirk very well… so do you. For your internship, and to be a better hero overall, what you need is to develop one of your shortcomings."

"My ability to… adapt in the moment," Tenya read, looking over the top page. He looked up at his teachers and nodded. "Very well. You both are more experienced than I and as such I will trust your judgment. Who should I go with?"

Kenobi… smiled.

"Have you ever heard of Sir Steel?"

~MC~MC~MC~

Hitoshi just frowned as he looked at his packet.

"Its just a single sheet that says, "Eraserhead"."

"You have a problem with that?"

"No. Just glad I can now spend the rest of my time napping."

Aizawa nodded. "Me too."

The two went off to capture a few winks of sleep, Obi Wan pulling out his phone.

"I wonder how they will resurrect Roy the Paramedic…"

~MC~MC~MC~

"This is my father's doing."

Aizawa and Kenobi shred a look.

"…Todoroki," Shoto's homeroom teacher finally stated. "While it is true that none of you got heroes that were highly ranked none of the staff blame you."

"I didn't say you blamed me," Shoto replied. "I said that it was my father's fault. He was very vocal in informing me for the last few days that my actions at the Sports Festival disrespected him and that UA fostered such feelings. He also made comments that were rather quirkist and at one point began to discuss Star Might for some reason. It mostly focused on her hips and their ability to produce children."

Uraraka had told him how much she enjoyed him being open and honest. How it was so refreshing that he just said how things were and 'didn't dance around them'. He didn't quite understand that last part, since he never danced, but he could see why people would like honestly and decided to try it more.

Kenobi raised an eyebrow at that. "Well then… as you will see in your packet-" he gestured at the file that still lay untouched on the desk, "-we believe that where you are at your weakest is-"

"Using my fire," Shoto said, cutting him off.

"No," Aizawa said.

Shoto stared at them. He blinked. Just once.

He was rather startled by all that and would need to apologize for being so demonstrative.

His homeroom teacher leaned forward. "A hero that can't comfort a scared child worried about their injured parent or keep a panicking civilian calm is worthless out in the field. A hero needs to be able to interact with the public… not photoshoots or anything worthless like that, but actually make connections with them."

"And its not just civilians," Kenobi chimed in. "Many underground heroes work to develop relationships with minor criminals. Not villains… criminals. The ones that, while breaking the law, do little harm."

"Why?" Shoto asked, confused. "A villain is a villain."

"And that's what we want you to be able to explain to us when you get done with your internship." Kenobi gestured at the packet. "Third page."

Shoto frowned and opened up the folder and went to where his teachers had suggested. Staring back at him were two men, one dressed in a parka, the other a tank top and shorts. Except the one in the parka had their clothing bright orange and red with their eyes glowing brightly while the one in the summer gear had blue skin and icy hair.

"Frostburn and Sunbite," Shoto said slowly, looking over the information. While at first it would appear that they had been selected because of their quirks and the teachers' comments were once more people trying to trick him into developing his fire he saw that there was more to them than that. A brief bio explained that Frostburn had been a petty criminal until Sunbite had found him. He'd worked to clean up his record and eventually get accredited as a hero. Now they were a team though much of their work seemed to involve community outreach. Shoto tilted his head when he noticed that the two were married.

'Homosexual heroes, one of whom is a former criminal, the other with an ice quirk. Father would hate this.'

He looked up at Kenobi and Aizawa.

"I will intern with them."

~MC~MC~MC~

"I am not comfortable in my own skin?" Momo asked.

"That is correct," Kenobi stated. "If I might be frank with you?" She nodded her consent. "I get the sense that you have had very little say in your life and how you approach your quirk."

"What do you mean?"

"Your costume," Kenobi stated. "You clearly are not comfortable exposing so much skin yet you originally chose a costume that did just that. And even when we introduced you to the bio-weave that incorporated your own DNA I am told by Power Loader it took several attempts to get you to consider something that wasn't so revealing. Now, one might think that this was similar to Midnight… yet you do not go out of your way to be flashy and attention getting. Quite the opposite. You are willing to lead but more often are willing to step back." He paused. "Yaoyorozu… just how much control do your parents have over your choices?"

She didn't say a word.

She knew that was an answer in and of itself.

"Which is why," a new voice said and Momo turned to see Midnight entering… with her and Kenboi's daughter on her hip, "you will be interning with Eri and I."

And with that she thrust the little girl into Momo's arms.

"…what?"

~MC~MC~MC~

"This is who I will intern with," Asui said, passing over a print out of the request form from the Poison Sting Hero-Scorpius.

Obi Wan and Aizawa took the form and looked it over. "Very well."

Asui nodded and left.

"…well, at least we don't have to admit we had no idea what advice to give her," Aizawa admitted.

"I simply can't get a read on that girl."

~MC~MC~MC~

"Its okay," Izuku said with a smile, "Rex has already agreed to allow me to intern with him."

He hadn't been surprised to receive barely any internship requests. Many of the bigger name heroes were not putting in offers to UA and he knew that even with him winning the Sports Festival there were plenty that felt the victory wasn't real. That it wasn't a true win and that this year there was no 1st Year Winner of the Sports Festival. He'd accepted that and moved on; it was on them for not seeing what he could do and he would make sure when they realized how wrong they were he would be humble. 'A trooper doesn't care for the glitz… a trooper… a vod… cares for every life he can save.'

"I am going to recommend against that," Obi Wan stated.

"Huh?"

Aizawa chimed in. "You have shown that you are very skilled in all that Dualshot has trained you in. Marksmanship, situational awareness, attack planning and adjustment. Your only weakness is your lack of a quirk and even then you have turned that repeatedly into a strength. People underestimate you. They think you aren't a threat. They suffer for that."

"Which is why," Kenobi said, passing over a form… with his own picture on it… "that I would like you to be MY intern. To learn how to control your emotions and use your intelligence to achieve victory."

Izuku bit his lip and worked hard not to cry.

~MC~MC~MC~

Ahsoka frowned. She had thought that she would be meeting with Obi Wan and Aizawa but instead the room was completely empty. Literally. There wasn't even a table or chair in there. Just a square room.

"Am I dog? A mouse? A bear? No, its just me, Nedzu!"

The principal… just appeared out of thin air.

One moment Ahsoka was staring at the empty floor and the next her principal was before her, wearing a smile.

"And I am going to be the hero you intern with this year!"

"…do I get a choice?" Ahsoka asked.

Nedzu laughed. "Oh my my my… no."

~MC~MC~MC~

Katsuki frowned as he stared down Kenobi. He was ready for what the man was going to say… how he was going to claim that he had all sorts of weaknesses that he needed to work on. Temper or attitude or any of that bullshit his mom was always bitching about. The old hag. But the only weakness he had was that he had a bunch of losers around him that wanted to drag him down. Well… he didn't fucking care about any of that! He was going to be the best pro hero ever, the one who replaced All Might! So what if none of the Top Ranked Heroes wanted him to intern… they were just scared of him!

Kenobi passed over not a file or a packet… but a legal form.

"In order for you to take on this internship you must sign this form, agreeing to all the terms."

Katsuki glowered at the man, wondering what game he was playing. Still, instead of snarling at him he decided to read over what the form said.

He found himself… surprised.

A hero wanted him to intern with them… but only if he agreed to never reveal just who it was. Only Kenobi, that stupid hobo teacher, and the Principal could know. If he revealed it to anyone the internship would be canceled and if he did so after the fact… well, the amount of money in penalty fees would ruin him, his parents, and probably his neighbors just through being nearby.

Still… he found himself curious. And he didn't have to accept… he just needed to agree to stay silent.

Kenobi nodded, taking the form and putting it away before handing Katsuki a thin folder.

Inside…

…was a picture of Star Might.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes: to head off the people complaining that Padme took Bakugo after what he said to Ahsoka (I hear you now, Flippy, we can discuss it on the Discord, sis!) my reasoning is this: Padme sees an enemy and her thought is "How do I fix them?". Yes, she was made at Bakugo, but once she called down everything changed for her and she decided she would be better served repairing him.