Splinter's nose twitched to a familiar scent, "My son?" He muttered, confused and surprised. He sniffed again and paused for a moment.
There was no doubt in mind who it was and which of his sons it was. He knew them all and the O'Neil sisters, too. He didn't pick up their scents, all of them left for their internship which Splinter still wasn't keen on and would have highly objected but the school required it and the excitement his sons had-Mikey and Leo mainly- he could not refuse. Additionally, it was part of the agreement, and though he wouldn't admit it, he was a bit proud of the recognition his sons received. Raph's amount surprised him; Splinter intentionally assumed it would have been Leo.
But his sons excelled in their areas. Though he agreed to go over every pro hero his sons chose, even speaking with Nezu and wanting his 'brother's' validation as well, All Might, did he approve the proper pro hero.
They should each be off by now, then why did he pick up one's of his son's scent back at U.A.? Did something happened?
He squeezed the piece of chalk in his claw; it cracked with a hairline, and-
A student's hand rose, "Hamato-sensei, is everything alright?"
Splinter came to his senses and turned to his class. All their eyes, worried and confused, stared back. His eyes dropped the open notebooks and pencils they held; they were copying and listening intently to his lesson.
A lesson let his mind wander from, and as a father, it was only natural. The student still had his hand up, a boy with one green eye, a sweet freckled face, and cut silver hair.
Kendo was his name, Splinter remembered. A dutiful student even if a bit fidgety.
Splinter set his eyes on him with a warm assurance. "Yes," he said, with a slight nod of the head. My apologies, let us continue." He turned back to the chalkboard and began writing, making a mental note to have 'lunch' with Nezu and find his son.
"Whoa! This is amazing!" Donnie's eyes lit up like bunsen burners, and his jaw hit the floor as he looked around the large room, filled and organized with tools and materials used for anything a brain like Donnie's could imagine.
His eyes snatched at everything like a kid in a candy store; he now understood why Mikey went gaga over comics. This was awesome; he knew nearly every tool, material, and more. Oh, the things he could!
The sky was truly the limit!
Aizawa stood back and watched the Hamato finally have life brought back onto his face. He expected as much. Donnie was eager to dive right in, head first if he could, and swim in everything here. Aizawa saw the same twinkle focus in the teen's eyes when they first talked with him about other courses here at U.A., Especially the Support Division and its Development Studio. Donnie's eyes and brain were no doubt firing off on all cylinders. As he let the teen enjoy his sugar high, Aizawa scanned the room for someone.
A certain hero.
Instead, a pair of wide yellow-green eyes with iris crosses, almost like scoops, locked onto Donnie, and they lit up.
"Hey! You're a new face. Who are you?" They pop up right in front of Donnie, ignoring his personal space, with a huge, eager, and fascinated smile.
Donnie nearly jumped out of his shell, startled by them…; he took a quick good look at the female. She had salmon-colored hair, styled in thick dreads to her shoulders, and was wearing goggles atop her head. She was rather short and barely reached his shoulders, but that didn't stop her from exploiting his personal boundaries.
She was using her tippy toes to do so. Donnie wasn't sure what to say, except he took another step back. She took a step forward.
"Oh, you must need something! Right?" Her smile grew wider with glee. "Do you need one of my babies?"
Donnie nearly choked, uncomfortable at the implications, "B-Babies?!"
She nodded, "Yep! I make all kinds of babies." Her chest rose with pride and joy. " Small ones. Large ones! You name it, I can make it! Of course, some break, but that's okay! It's just a way to make it better! So what do you need?"
She pushed herself against Donnie, he stepped back again with a slight tremble. She took a step forward. It continued as Aizawa continued sweeping his eyes over the room until he spotted who he was looking for, Power Loader.
"Hey!" He called.
The hero turned to his colleague and walked over. Before he said anything Power Loader addressed an issue happening, "Mei! Leave him alone."
Mei stopped with Donnie and turned to him, "I just wanted to know what he needed." She whipped back around to Donnie, "So what is it?"
Donnie said nothing. He had the words, but they were lost, and he didn't know what to say.
"So that's him?" Power Loader nodded towards Donnie, and Mei continued probing him, asking question after question.
Aizawa turned to the teen turtle, now nudging Mei away respectfully, "Yep, that's him."
"I see," Power Loader said in a studied tone, "and his quirk from what you said and his file. I think he'd be a great fit here. What about his father?"
"It isn't his choice. As far as I'm concerned. He decided."
Power Loader wasn't sure if he heard a tinge of pride in his colleague's tone. But let it be.
"His IQ is high. Yeah, I don't mind letting him have a test-"
BRINGGGG!
Aizawa's phone rang. He reached a hand in his pocket, took it out, read the caller ID, and stepped away.
"Hey, did it go smoothly?"
Power Loader let Aizawa handle his call and walked over to the two teens. Mei stopped when he approached.
"Back off, Mei." He sighed; she took a few steps back but kept interest in Donnie; Power Loader stepped between and extended a hand, "Aizawa told me you decided on choosing me for your intern this week?"
Mei's eyes lit up, and Donnie gave a light, respectable nod, "Umm, yes. I read…" His hands started sweating, and his eyes shifted to the side. "I read about you and this course in the official U.A. handbook." He tried to shrug, keeping his eyes open a bit.
"You read that thing? The whole thing?" Power Loader said, somewhat impressed.
Donnie nodded. Mei squealed.
"I-I enjoy learning." Donnie admitted his eyes still shifting, "The knowledge helped me well," he started scratching the back of his head, "here I am. Your lab it's really awesome!"
Power Loader glanced behind him, "Yeah, we pride ourselves on ingenuity and creative expansion. Whatever the mind can-"
Mei jumped in, right into Donnie's face, "We build all kinds of babies! No matter what! It's something new all the time! You're gonna love it here! Welcome!"
Donnie flushed embarrassedly and leaned back. She was hyper than Mikey. "C-Can you please…move back?" He stepped back. She stepped forward. He gave up and sighed.
"Mei!" Power Loader grunted, "leave him, or I will revoke your extra time by two hours."
She stepped away. He continued, "Yeah basically what she said. So you can set up shop now if you want," he thumbed over his shoulder, "make yourself comfortable and home. I'll be in there shortly."
Donnie's eyes finally stopped shifting and met Power Loader smiling. He bowed and wasted no time. Eagerly, he hurried inside; Mei followed him, helping him by pushing from behind. Donnie screamed for her to stop.
Aizawa was wrapping up his call, "Good. Don't worry, I have someone to get her. Tomorrow, I've got that covered. Thanks. Keep me posted."
He hung up. Power Loader came back over.
"So, is he good?" Aizawa switched back to Donnie.
"Yep. Enjoying himself right about now. I'll give you a full report at the end of the week."
"Thanks."
With nothing else, Aizawa walked away. He had to prepare himself when Hamato Yoshi came his way. He knew the man was keenly aware of Donnie's presence. It was going to be a rather long lunch. After you arrived safely to your internship. But he needed to make sure your sister was as well and took out his phone.
April stepped off the bus and finally reached her destination, which was a mountainous area surrounded by extensive wood. It is refreshing up here, and she couldn't help but take in the clean, crisp pine air. Its scent was sweet.
There were barely any sounds of the bustling city, which was a nice change of pace. Strands of her hair billowed in the gentle breeze; she let them tickle her and smiled. She had chosen the right place for her internship, though. Her smile slowly vanished; she wished to be a bit closer…Iida still lingered on her mind. A cast of worry crossed her face; there was something he wasn't saying.
On the train ride, before she got off, he didn't say a single word nor looked her way. They sat in silence, and this intense focus he had shrouded him like a dark cloud. Her fists clenched….what was he not saying?
She didn't have time to ponder; her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the hero, or rather, heroes who accepted her.
"Hey! Over here!"
April turned around to the mellowed voice and smiled.
Leo bowed deeper than he ever did to Edgeshot.
"It is an honor to meet you, sensei. I'm grateful for you allowing me this privilege to learn from you."
Edgeshot stood in observing silence at the young and eldest Hamato. He acknowledged that he was quite respectable—stiff but focused.
The hero narrowed his eyes, a Hamato he never would have thought….it was quite an honor. Though Edgeshot raised a curious brow, he half expected the young Hamato would have chosen his father. He, his brothers, and friends were trained by him. A rarity all it's own.
Edgeshot crossed his arms, "Rise young Hamato."
Leo's heart skipped and did so with studious admiration.
"I've heard you're rather skilled; is that correct?" Edgeshot asked, still observing Leo.
The teen nodded, affirming, "Yes. My father, Hamato Yoshi, trained me, my brothers, and our friends. Recently, I've reached the level of jonin while my brothers and friends remain at chunin."
"Quite an accomplishment."
Quietly, Leo beamed, yet kept face. "Thank you, sensei. It truly is an honor. I take my training seriously and with the utmost discipline. So you don't have to worry about me falling behind. I will make sure to excel at anything you give."
Edgeshot's eyes narrowed again. He knew Leo's words were true, yet…it was as his file said about him: skilled yet unskilled. He sighed. There was more to being a hero. Much work needed to be done with the young Hamato.
Endeavor almost had the same thought, staring down at Raph, who stared back with a hardened scowl and a steeled furrow. There was not an ounce of fear in the Hamato's piercing green eyes, which Endeavor saw blazing with untapped potential and power, but it mainly was disdained. This starkly contrasted his son, Shoto, who held the same disdain but to a focused volume. Pride swelled in the Flame Hero, having his son take him up and choose him from all the other sponsors.
Even if Shoto solidly expressed it, it was only for training; that was it. As for the Hamato, the hero had an idea. Raph's quirk was nearly similar to his own and the strongest out of his brothers. No doubt his father saw to this for some….ghastly reason. Raph's quirk, his father clearly couldn't assist in. Even if he tried to weave in discipline, a quirk like this…required more.
However, Endeavor was disappointed. Shoto noticed the flicker of anger in his father's eyes and almost felt compelled to ask. But he decided against it; he wasn't here for that. However, He wasn't sure why Raph was here, so he directed the question to Raph when Endeavor told them to leave his office for a moment and made a call.
The door slammed hard behind them; something irritated that man. Shoto turned to Raph and asked.
"I'm surprised to see you here."
Raph grunted, trying to ignore the question. But his tongue said otherwise, "Not like I had a choice."
Shoto's brow almost lifted, "What do you mean?"
A vein appeared on Raph's forehead; he didn't need these questions, yet again, his tongue said otherwise, "Like I said, I didn't have a choice. Geez! What's with these thirty questions?!"
"I've only asked you two."
Another vein appeared on Raph. His fist clenched and activated his quirk, emitting small heat waves. "I know that!" he snapped, whipping his head to Shoto and growling, "What do you think I'm stupid or something?"
"I didn't say that. You're misunderstanding the question."
Raph rolled his eyes and grunted hard, "God, you're like a wooden board. Does everything go over your head?"
"If I can see it, no."
Raph was stunned momentarily and pinched between his eyes, muttering, "You're just as bad as May when you speak."
Shoto was about to say something when, behind his father's double doors, he thought for a moment, he heard your name. Waiting for Shoto's obvious response, Raph noticed his distraction and opened his eyes, finding Shoto staring at the doors.
"What is it?" Raph asked in a serious and curious tone.
Shoto wasn't sure, yet answered, "Nothing. Hey, where is she interning anyway?"
"May?"
"Yeah."
Raph gave it a quick thought and shrugged, "I don't know. I just know she and April aren't interning together. Why?"
Again, Shoto wasn't sure. Were you supposed to be here, too? If you were, why didn't you take the same train? He sighed to himself. Were you lost again?
Indeed, you were lost in the number of people before you wore jeans and denim. It was amazing; you never would have thought such a power existed and that one could be a hero. Your eyes couldn't stop lighting up, and your mouth from asking questions, just a few.
Best Jeanist took your questions with patience and kindness while his sidekicks gushed over you. Bakugo, however, was tied up in fibers, anger heightened.
He wanted to say something, but Best Jean had that covered. Why were you still here?
A sidekick came and set a tea set on the coffee table across from where you and Best Jean sat on the sofa. He picked up a tea cup and handed it to you; you took it.
"Sugar?" he asked you.
You held up a hand, "Oh, no. However, cream if you have any."
He picked up the small spout, "Yes."
He poured some in and handed you a small spoon. You take a soft sip, and you say, "Delicious. Thank you, truly!"
"Such wonderful manners." He praised, "A proper appearance all heroes should have. I believe. You have that down completely. You will undoubtedly do well, and your physical appearance will be like a fresh spring!"
You giggled a bit; his words were quite interesting, "Your presence is consistently warm, too." You smiled sweetly, and his sidekicks awwed.
Best Jeanist patted your head affectionately and turned to Bakugo, "You could learn from her, you know."
Bakugo exploded and tried to get out of the fibers, but they only tightened. You stopped giggling momentarily, looked at him, and once again found it humorous. You turned to the side and quietly giggled. Best Jeanist noticed and looked between the two. He smiled to himself behind his high collar.
"Such a bright soul, it can make any seams burst. Have you a hero name yet, Little Sun?"
With poise, you take another drink of your tea and give it a thought, "Regretfully, I have not. Forgive me for not providing you with a direct answer."
This stunned Best Jeanist, "Surely you have a stitch of an idea? A pair of jeans cannot make the outfit alone."
You slowly set the cup on the tray and sheepishly leveled your eyes to the floor; there was uncertainty in your eyes. The hero saw, but he let you speak. "I am well aware," you reflected on your flauter before the whole class a few days ago. No words came from your mouth, yet everyone, minus Donnie, had a name. You couldn't think of one and panicked. Your eyes briskly jumped to April to rescue you or tell you what to say, then Leo, hoping he might have a plan for one. Your eyes went to Izuku, too.
Next, your eyes went to Mikey for something, then to Raph, and finally to Donnie. You one of them of to rescue you. But you felt this sinking, drifting feeling hit your heart, just as it was now. Everything went numb and dark for a moment if Midnight hadn't said something. You had no name, and you could remember the tiniest whimper that had escaped from you.
It escaped again, barely audible to anyone but you. A gentle pressure rested on your shoulders, pulling you back. Your eyes snapped up, and Best Jeanist's comforting and understanding eyes offered you solace.
"Remember this: a name reflects a person and their image, of course. But I am certain you will find the right fit, Little Sun."
Your face lit up from his words, and you thanked him with a light nod. He wasn't finished and stood, offering his hand to you, "Why don't we do something different until your hero arrives, hmmm?"
You happily took his hand and stood, "Yes!"
The longer Bakugo remained as he was, the higher impatience and anger rose; adding to it was the fact this was supposed to be his…hero…internship…and now it was some damn fashion show!
You were ruining everything!
"Okay, let's see," Best Jeanist ushered, standing with his sidekicks outside a dressing room; within a few seconds, you opened the door and stepped out, "a perfect fit, again!"
The sidekicks are all applauded and cheered, "Adorable! Sweet! Beautiful! Fitting!"
You stood before them, beaming demurely in one of Best Jeanist's denim outfits he had made for you and had you try: a tube-top denim jumpsuit with flared bottoms and light arm guards to your elbows.
It was the fifth outfit you tried; after hearing their praise, you quickly tried another one offered to you.
Seconds after you went to change, someone entered the Genius Agency. Best Jeanist turned to greet them, though he knew who it was.
Inside the changing room, you just finished zipping up the front zipper of the off-shoulder crop top, zipped the zipper on the long denim skirt, and stepped out. Once again, you were greeted with praise from the sidekicks but no Best Jeanist. You realize his absence and see him standing with someone, a hero, by how they dressed.
From their appearance, it seemed to be a wooden hero with a serious and focused deposition about him. That excitement vanished slightly when his eyes moved to you. Best Jeanist noticed the hero's attention behind him on you, and he gestured you over. You walk over, your eyes never leaving the wooden hero's. His eyes followed you until you stood by Best Jeanist.
"Little Sun," Best Jeanist began, "this Kamui Wood, he will take over your tutelage. Kamui Wood, this is May O'Neil, your intern."
Best Jeanist took a step back, allowing the natural introduction between you two. You froze for a moment; there was something about him…..but it wasn't bad, you could sense, and politely bowed to him.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Kamui Wood."