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Walking into the room with a boom box on my shoulder and a backwards hat I stroll into the middle of the room before setting the boom box onto the ground.

"Hello my fellow kids!"

"Que the training montage!"


A small yawn escaped Itsuka Kendo's lips like an emerging bubble from the depths of a pond. A small reminder of how early it was as she slightly wobbled in place at the side of the station. Her orange hair was a little matted in places, haphazardly pulled back into a ponytail, a fact that she heard no end of from her little sister's teasing this morning. Running her fingers over the cool metal case in her hands she looked down at it as she tried very hard to listen to Kans speech. Normally, she would be scolding others for not listening but it was wayyyyy too early for that.

Why they decided to all meet up at the train station infront of UA she has no idea...some of them dont stay on campus and have to commute to get here.

She should have gotten some coffee on the way...it was way too early to be getting a lecture.

"Does everyone have their hero costume secured!?" Their homeroom teacher shouted out like a drill sergeant, her and the rest of class 1B shouting out the best they could before he gave them all an approving nod. "Good. See that you all are on your best behavior for your heroes. You are an extension of UA when you go out into the real world and will be judged as such!"

Turning the pro hero gave them all one final look before marching off, leaving their group standing on the side of the train station. Looking amongst her class she watched them all start to branch off and chat amongst each other, already forming groups to start heading out. Rushing past in a blur of stumbling chaos the sight of silver hair catching her eye as Tetsutetsu ran past. He looked like he was in a hurry, time slowing for a second as he almost shoulder checked her. Turning to look over their eyes met only for a second before they just as quickly pulled away. A mix of emotions was on his face as he turned forward, trying very hard to ignore her as he disappeared amongst their friends. Going off to...who knows where. He never actually told her where he was interning.

Lowering her raised hand she let out a sigh, her other hand going to her hip as Set slinked next to her. Raising an elbow she placed it onto Kendo's shoulder as she leaned in.

"Ouch, guess someone didn't take the break up well." Whistled Set, her gaze watching the boy's back as he disappeared. Turning to face her with a sharp toothed grin she smirked playfully, her eyebrows wiggling. "You heart breaker you, leave some for the rest of us."

Normally, anything teasing Set would say would roll right off of her back, she was well aware how Set just liked to get a rise out of people...but for whatever reason what she said specially got under her skin. Flushing slightly she turned away to fiddle with her suitcase strap.

"Hard to break up when we never even went out...besides, he's kind of been avoiding me for a few days now. I think he knows..." Pausing Kendo frowned as no words came to her. "Something."

"Think he knows about your 'one true love?" Set shot back with a teasing look, only to be interrupted by the voice to their left.

"Mmm?"

Jumping in place the two turned to find that Kodai had, at some point, joined them. The stoic girl looking over at them with a cute tilt of the head.

Before Kendo could even say anything Set jumped in, her smile never leaving her face. "Motorcycles. I was just teasing Kendo about her one true love, Motorcycles. I guess Tetsu couldn't compete!"

...smooth.

Looking over to her their eyes locked for a good long moment as the quiet woman tried to read her, her gaze unblinking. Her gaze was going on a little too long, the pressure starting to build between them. All Kendo could do was smile back and try not to sweat too much, trying her best not to look away first.

"Iida! Come back! I didn't mean it!" Uraraka said, her slightly panicked voice pulling all three of their gazes to the other side of the train station where 1A was sitting around. Iida was stomping off with an annoyed look on his face as Uraraka called out to him a little panicked. "I just meant you can confide in me if there is anything wrong! I'm really worried about you!"

His pacing stopped, Iida's grip on his hero-case tightening as he whipped around to shout back, making Uraraka jump back surprised.

"And I told you that I am perfectly..." Stopping himself mid sentence Iida just now realized that he was making a scene. Everyone from both 1A and 1B watching on with concerned eyes. Leaning in a little his voice dropped lower but still sounded strained. "I appreciate the concern Uraraka but I am fine. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a internship to get to."

With a sharp about face Iida sharply turned, not saying another word as he continued his lonely march out of sight, leaving a concerned Uraraka in his wake.

"...man, that was rough to watch. I hope he's doing ok." Set muttered softly, any of her teasing façade gone as she watched on.

"His brother is still missing Set, of course he's not ok. I would be devastated if one of my siblings went missing."

"Yeah I know...I would be too. I just hope he'll be ok."

"Mmm."

"I do as well."

Blinking the three of them turned towards towards the new voice to find that Momo had joined them somewhere along the line, they must've been too concerned about all of that to notice her walk up.

"I tried to speak with him on it as president of 1A but he brushed me off." Letting out a sad breath Momo frowned, her gaze still locked on to the direction Iida went. "I just hope he doesn't do anything too foolish."

"You think he's planning to do something dangerous?" Kendo questioned back, looking at Momo and then at where the boy just went off to.

"I do. Apparently he is interning where the hero killer was last spotted. I found out by looking into the hero he was interning with and tried to warn Aizawa sensei. He told me he was aware but there was nothing they could do at UA on just a hunch except contact the hero he's interning with and warn him..."

That made her pause...yeah that doesn't sound good but it's not like Iida to go against UAs rules like that. Right?

Letting out a thoughtful hum she nodded slowly. "Ok. It doesn't sound like there is anything we can do for now. The best we can do is keep our eyes and ears open and hope he doesn't get himself killed."

"Got it pres!" Set chimed in.

"...mmm."

"Sounds good to me as well. I just wish there was a way for all of us to communicate just in case." Momo thought outloud.

When Kendo looked over to Set she was already on her phone, typing away.

"On it."

"Good. Set already has all of your numbers so she's going to put use all in a group chat together."

"I was planning to do it anyway so it's easier with an excuse." Set said with a shrug, her fingers rapidly moving at her phone.

"A...group chat?" Momo questioned softly to herself, her head tilting quizzically.

Ignoring Momo's question Kendo went to ask something of Kodai but stopped to find that she was already gone. "And Kodai, can you do me a favor annnnnd you're already gone. Cool." Shaking her head she couldn't help but smile.

"On that note I'm heading out as well, later Kenken." Set said as she started to wander off, her face glued to her phone as she walked. "Try not to miss me too much girl. I know us being apart for a whole week will be devastating so I'll be sure to text you many memes until I can finally see that beautiful face again!"

"Set atleast look up when you walk and text." She chastized back slightly annoyed, shaking her head as she watched her best friend wander off.

Hopefully that girl doesn't walk infront of a train or something...

"With that I believe I should make my leave as well." Her sister class president said, turning towards her to give her a small bow before turning and heading off to her own internship.

Returning the gesture with a smile and a nod she gave her a farewell wave. "Yeah, best of luck Momo. I'll catch you later."

Messing with her own hero-case for a few more seconds she slung her bag over her shoulder. Heading out to start her first day of internships.


"Do you have your train pass?"

"Yes."

"Your notebooks?"

"Yes."

"The address of Recovery girls place?"

"Yes."

"What about back up clothes incase the others get dirty?"

"Mom."

"Oh how about extra underwear? You are a growing boy and need plenty of underwear!"

Reaching a hand out he gentle squeezed his mom's shoulder, the shorter woman startling as she was jolted from her tangent. Looking up at him with her big eyes.

"Mom, I'm going to be ok. It will just be a week and then I'll be able to go back to the dorms for the rest of the semester."

Leaning into his touch she sighed, her fingers rubbing together anxiously.

"I know. You have your own life to live...its just." Her mouth wobbled as she blinked away at her tears. "My big man is growing up so fast...going off to do hero work for the first time! I just worry is all."

"Actually since I don't have a license I legally can't do any hero work. It will mostly be training and them teaching me how to eventually become a pro." He corrected before getting smacked on the arm.

"Hush you, you know what I mean! You've only explained the idea to me multiple times! No one likes a smart ass Izuku."

Letting out a small chuckle he shifted in the doorway. "Sorry. I'm just a little nervous is all...you know, after everything that happened. What if the pro hero can't help me?"

"None of that." She muttered, reaching a hand out to fiddle with his school uniform. "You'll do great, just be sure to message me when you have a chance."

He silently nodded along at that.

"Now you best hurry along else you be late! First impressions are important Izuku!"

"Knock em dead son!" his dad's voice called out from somewhere inside of the apartment. Rolling his eyes a little he turned and started to head down the hall, only getting about half way before he heard the sound of rapid footsteps from behind. The sound getting closer and closer before something large tackled into him from behind and almost toppled over. A whiff of the all too familiar smell of his mom catching his nose.

"You forgot your goodbye hug." Inko whispered, squeezing him. "Stay safe, okay?"

It was kind of an awkward position he was in but he leaned down low to wrap his arms around her, returning the hug. "I will, promise."

After a good long moment of her holding him she reluctantly let him go.

"Bye sweetie." She waved, smiling gentle up at him. "I love you."

Smiling back he chuckled. "Yeah, love you too..."


You know...when Kendo said to Momo "catch you later" she did not think she meant immediately. Yet sitting on the same train heading towards Esuha city she couldn't help but notice the irony.

Sitting across the way on the other side of the train car Momo had her face pressed into a book, the poor girl refusing to look her way or even acknowledge her presence.

It kind of made sense, saying goodbye to someone and then going the same direction was a universal feeling. An uncomfortable awkward air between them as they road in relative silence.

She kind of wanted to start up a conversation with the poor girl, give her an olive branch to try and get her out of this awkward situation yet as she sat there she realized that her and Momo did not talk much.

Sure they've talked before but there was usually other people in between to form a buffer. Now that it was just them Kendo had no idea how to even start a conversation with the girl...not that Momo was helping with trying to ignore her.

Who knows, maybe she wasn't actually avoiding her, maybe was just really into the book she was reading? She could really be into...English 101. Ok so maybe she WAS just trying to avoid talking to her.

This went on for a while, the too girls not really knowing what to say before the train jerked to a stop at their next station. Almost instantly Momo was on her feet, her English book tucked under her arm as she rushed past, the other holding her hero-case behind her as she all but sprinted out of the car.

"Oh would you look at the time! This seems to be my stop, I'll see you later Kendo! Have a good internship!"

Shaking her head a little Kendo couldnt help but be a little amused. Smiled to herself she laid back and put an earbud into her ear. The rest of the train ride being completely uneventful.

Getting off a few more stops down the line she wandered out into the unknown city, her teal eyes looking over the buildings as she walked. Mentally she tried to take note of any landmarks, looking up at the street signs for guidance.

The hero agency was around here somewhere...

Rounding the corner her feet stopped in their tracks, a look of abject horror crossing her face.

There was no way it would happen again right? There was no way the universe decided to do this to this poor girl...

Sure enough a few blocks away the same onyx haired girl was strolling down the street, happily humming away and completely oblivious to the horrifying truth creeping up behind her.

It's fine it's fine. Maybe they won't even run into each other. It's not like they were going to the exact...same...agency.

Like the screeching stop of train tracks Kendo's thoughts came to just as abrupt of a stop. Her feet pausing as she watched Momo stroll up to the exact same agency she was going to.

There was no way...well, might as well just rip the bandaid off.

Walking up from behind slowly she looked up at the same building to take it all in. It was a relatively large building with a rounded roof that was wedged between two others. The front of the place was decorated to mimic the pro heroes likeness. The upper part of the entrance was made to look like the pro heroes face with a black area representing his mask and two windows made to look like his eyes. Below that there was a row of smaller windows positioned to remind you of the heroes very distinctive smile.

On the left side of the building there was a large chubby arm holding a takoyaki ball high into the air. Near the bottom there was the initials of FG surrounding the entrance door. The words "Fat Gum" posted in between the initials.

Momo had yet to notice her arrival, too busy looking up at the building to see her slink next to her. It was too easy. When the universe gives you an opportunity like this you have to take it.

"Hey Momo, long time no see! Its been a while, how have you been?"

Jumping in place the poor girl turned towards her with widening eyes, her mouth opening a little but no noise came out.

Somewhere far far away Setsuna Tokage stood up straighter and turned towards what she could swear was a loud scream off in the horizon. A scream of pure unadulterated embarrassment. Smiling widely she felt an immense sense of pride rush threw her but she had no idea why. All she knew is that she couldn't wait to talk to Kendo later.


"Let's see..."

Midoriya muttered as he scratched at his cheek. Looking down at his phone he read over the address that Recovery girl sent him again, the faint glow from the screen of his phone staring back at him.

When Recovery girl first offered him an internship with the mysterious 'Shadow Boxer' he took the offer without a second thought...had he realized how far away he lived however might have been a different story. After taking multiple stations he quickly realized that Recovery girl lived very far away from UA, her house going way out to Tokyo's edge.

Which would explain why she sometimes slept in her office instead of going home now that he thought about it...

Those train rides turned into a bus ride and that bus ride turned into him walking on foot. Out where concrete gravel gave way to dirt roads and small patches of grass was shaded by low hanging trees. The ground going from a horizontal terrain into something much more vertical, the extra weight of gravity pulling at him as he treked up the hill.

There wasn't even any buildings in sight, the last building he saw was atleast thirty minutes back the other way. Before he started his journey he was worried about finding the place because there are so many buildings in Tokyo but now he was more worried about finding the place for the exact opposite reason. He could still remember the look of pity the bus driver gave him when he said where he was going...but still he climbed. Step by step the hot sun seared into his back as he walked, raising a hand he wiped away at his sweaty brow.

There in the distance now was an old house, peaking out through the top of the tree tops. He silently hoped to himself that it was the place he was looking for...otherwise all of this walking was for nothing

Reaching the peak the ground flattened out to give him a small reprieve, giving him a chance to bend down and place his hands on his knees as he panted.

"No wonder Recovery girl is so bitter...I would be bitter too if I had to make that walk every single day of my life." He muttered tiredly to himself, licking his dry lips before looking up at the building again.

It was a quant old building that looked like it hadn't been patched up in quite a while. There was splotches of peeling paint that told a story of being around for a very long time...it kind of made him think of the Kendo home, a fact that reminded him that he should go visit them soon. The place was far more isolated then their dojo however, a single home on the top of the hill and watching over the coloring horizon of the city. Turning completely around he looked down the hill and towards the city below.

I wonder how the reception is all the way up here...

The sound of a creaking front door drew his gaze back to the entrance as Recovery girl hobbled out, the older woman staring at him for a long moment before huffing and shaking her head annoyed.

"There you are. We were expecting you hours ago, what took you so long?" When he didn't answer she rolled her eyes before heading back inside. "Well don't just stand there with your mouth open, come in. You are letting out all of the cold."

Despite her chastising tone he could atleast tell she was worried about him, he's worked under her long enough to know what was actual anger and what was false anger.

Nodding to no one he adjusted his backpack as he went over to the still open door, walking inside and closing the door behind him.

Looking down at the entrance he was surprised that there wasn't a spot for him to drop off his shoes. Thinking for along moment if it would be rude to leave his shoes anyway he eventually decided against it.

Heading up the steps of the old rickety place the floor panels groaned under his weight, heading up to the front floor and turning the corner to find...no one there.

Blinking a little surprised he walked farther into the room, scanning the furniture as he walked. There was a couch, a tv and a branching hall that went farther inside.

Then suddenly, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Foot steps came up from his right side rushing towards him quickly. Turning towards the sound he went into a fighting stance, unslinging his backpack and throwing it directly at the shadowy figure.

Swatting the backpack aside easily the smaller figure continued his pursuit, his two arms up in a boxing stance as he ran.

Midoriya met the figure halfway, hoping to keep him at a distance with his longer arms as he threw out a few strikes, each of them easily being deflected. Every one of the his hits easily countered despite the size distance. Despite his best efforts the shadowy figure quickly got within striking range and started to throw out punches of his own.

Eyes widening Midoriya barely managed to dodge out of the way at the last second, his opponents fist soaring overhead and parting his hair with the force of the blow.

Izuku Midoriya had been punched at many times in his life, hit even more times, but this was like an entirely different thing. Something in his body screamed out in fear at every incoming hit, adrenaline pumping in his ears as he acted on survival instinct.

He imagined this is what it would be like to barely dodge an attack from someone like All Might or Miriko. An all too humbling power residing in each of their blows.

Holding his arms up in a defensive stance just in time he blocked an incoming strike, the sound of flesh on flesh hitting the air as he grimaced under the hit, his knees bending a little from the force. Pain ran up his forearm just by blocking the attack but there was no time to dwell on that because his attacker was going in again. Squinting against the darkness of the room his eyes struggled to adjust to the lack of light let alone be able to counter attack. The shadowy figure was pushing their advantage, throwing fist after fist like a well oiled machine, each of them slamming into his defenses over and over.

Usually he could tell if a strike was going to open him up but it was less on if his defenses was going to break and more about when. Pivoting to the right he dodged out of the way of a strike, his fist cocking back as he swung as hard as he could against the smaller attacker only for his arm to get caught in place. His opponent hooked his elbow over his extended arm and pivoted to slam a fist into his chest.

Pain rocked through his body as he bent forward from the force of the strike. A single hit took the breath out of his lungs, his large frame reeling under the gut punch. Before his body could even register how hard he was hit he was soaring through the air, falling backwards onto a couch nearby. The cold steel of a combat boot pressed against his chest and pining him down.

"Hmm. Not bad, you got good reflexes boy but they aren't good enough." The voice was deep, a voice that had years of strife and struggle hidden away in it. It sounded strong, yet tired.

Blinking rapidly the lights to the room turned on, his vision warping a little under the sudden shift of lighting.

"Thirty two seconds..." muttered Recovery girl in the doorway of the room, her gaze looking down at a stop watch. "Not bad, most don't last that long."

"Yes, I can tell the boy trains a lot. I can see him becoming quite the threat later in life with you and I's help...that is if he survives this week."

Getting off of him the Shadow boxer chuckled, finally giving him a chance to look at him.

He was blonde...or used to be blonde, the normally light yellow turning into a shade of grey with age. His hair was trimmed short with a part in the middle leaving a few dangling strands to drop down from his forehead. He was old, had to be atleast Recovery girl's age, the years of hard work weighing heavy on his face. He had a litany of scars but the most prominent one was one that went from the right side of his nose, across the bridge and all the way to his left cheek. He was scruffy with small patches of grey hair dotted along his chin.

Despite his shorter stature and age Midoriya could tell in the light that he was very strong. Thick beefy arms were tight against his white tank top as he bent down a little to place a hand on his shoulder. His hands were just as rugged, showing signs of wear and tear.

"You must be Midoriya. Names Kenjiro, Kenjiro Suzenji. You can call me Mad dog, Kenjiro or just Shadow Boxer." Thrusting a thumb into his own chest he smirked, the smile making a chill go up Midoriya's spine. "Listen up boy cause I'm only gonna say this once. This week is gonna be hell for you so you better not quit out on me!"

And here they say opposites attract...how is he even harsher then Recovery girl?

Staring up at his sensei for the next week his eyes widened at a thought.

What if...what she was the GOOD COP in the relationship!?

Thrusting his other finger forward he poked Midoriya in the cheek.

"Hey stop spacing out, I'm not done talking. For this entire week I'm going to be hunting you, it won't always be obvious that its happening until I punch ya. If you manage to survive a whole three minutes in a battle with me then you pass. Everytime you fail you have to run a lap around the house and give me a hundred push ups, got it!"

Staring up at him wide eyed all he could do was nod slowly.

"Good! Now...what are you doing just laying there for!?" Kenjiro shouted, grabbing him by the shoulder and lifting him onto his feet. "You only survives thirty two seconds this time! Best start running before I get mad!"

Oh...this was going to suck wasn't it.

Giving a small salute like he was in the Military Midoriya turned and sprinted out the front door, the faint sound of the shadow boxer's voice calling out as he started his very very long week of hell.


"Great work everyone, let's take a small break and meet up in five!" Gunhead called out, clapping his large hands together.

Uraraka released a heavy groan as she collapsed against the ground. Normally she would be grossed out laying on such a dirty floor but this was an exception. She could already feel aches spreading across muscles she wasn't even aware that she had! Everything hurt and her body officially hated her...not that she can blame her body. Here she thought Mr. Aizawa was harsh on training but Gunhead was a whole other thing!

Still...her being in so much pain was probably a good thing, right? All that pain just meant progress! Her papa always used to say "If it was easy, then everyone would be doing it! Hard work means progress even if it doesn't feel like it."

Hearing the sound of grunts she looked up to realize that they were already getting back to work. Scrambling to her feet she flushed as she ran over to join them, sliding in between two adult men as she fell into motion with them. Putting her hands to her sides she started to punch, shouting out everytime as sweat dripped from her face.

She had to get stronger.

The image of a green haired boy drifting across her mind as she punched.


Jumping into the deep end of a pool the water rippled high into the air, splashing about before settling. There was a pause before bursting from the water was Shishida, swimming goggles strapped tightly to his furry face as he swam to the other side of the pool. Panting the taste of cold salt water filled his mouth as he thrashed, struggling a little under the extra weight of his wet hair dragging him down.

His quick four laps across the pool went from four, to six and then to eight. Whenever he thought he was done the woman watchung over him extended the laps. It was a little disheartening but he refused to give up under the watchful gaze of Gang Orca.

It quickly got worse once they started to throw artificial waves into the mix, the waves crashing against his body as he swam.

With multiple eyes on him he knew this was not the time to show weakness...especially when surrounded by swimming heteromorphs, some of which were literal sharks.

He was so focused on pushing farther he almost completely missed the sound of a whistle telling him to take a break. Swimming to the edge he leaned against it as he panted, the sound of wet footprints getting closer before a voice.

"Not bad kid. Most first years give up already." Said one of Gang Orca's men, the crocodile esc man crossing his arms with a toothy grin.

"Thank you sir."

"You're about half way there. Keep going man, I believe in you!"

H-halfway!?

Swallowing he felt like he was going to be sick but he nodded along anyway. "Of course sir."

Hearing a second whistle he silently cursed to himself as he plunged his head back into the cold salt water, going for yet another lap.


A loud crack reverberated across the quiet halls of a UA gym, the sound echoing out slowly. Everyone was gone from the halls except for a set few, everyone else gone for an entire week. All except for Setsuna Tokage, the green hair girl silently cursing as she rapidly shook off the pain in her hand.

"Damnit that smarts!"

Standing not far away Midnight watched on with an amused look, her teasing gaze drifting from the undamaged dummy and then back to her student.

"A lot harder then it looks isn't it?" Gesturing to her own whip she smiled. "Don't worry you'll get the hang of it in no time."

Letting an annoyed groan Tokage knew that it was going to be hard but not THIS hard! She's been at this for hours now and all she has to show for it is a bunch of scars on her hands.

"I'm not gonna let this stop me! This dummy is going down!" Getting back into the stance that Midnight showed her she squinted at the doll like it just took her money, her palms rubbing against the whip in her hands. "You hear that dummy! You will not best me today!"

Letting out a happy laugh Midnight clapped her hands together, most likely having the tine of her life right now.

"That's the spirit! If it helps I like to think of the target as someone I absolutely despise cat calling me and then let pure rage take over."

Someone she despises huh...

Closing her eyes she took a breath to concentrate, her mind drifting to a certain bug boy from her class.

"I guess you're ok...for an annoying bitch! Maybe I'll go out with you just to shut you up!"

Got it.

Anger flared through her as her eyes shot open, her arm moving back in one smooth motion before flicking her wrist forward with a loud crack. The whip lashing out up and to the right, clipping the dummies shoulder and knocking it down from the force.

Well...that wasn't exactly what she was aiming for but a hits a hit.

Thrusting her fist into the air she smiled widely as she shouted out. "Hell yeah! Take that Kamakiri! You obnoxious prick!"

Rushing over to the dummy she quickly propped it up before running back into position, her knees bending as she got back into stance. Midnight watching on with a happy little glint in her eye.


Strangely enough, Izuku had managed to adapt to Kenjiro's fighting style fairly quickly... either that, or he was imagining things after he had been punched into a wall one too many times.

The man was ruthless, attacking with no regard to his safety. Sometimes at random times of the night!

He knew that Kenjiro didn't look like the joking type but even still he didn't expect the training to be this brutal. Ever since he had gotten here it had been nonstop sparring, quick burst of him trying to fight back the best he could under his teachers brutal assault and then him working out. It had happened so many times now he's unsure how long they've even been going for.

All he knows is the best time he's done so far is a minute fifteen.

That being said, he thinks hes starting to notice a pattern in how the Shadow Boxer fightings. He relies heavily on taking his opponent by surprise, predicting their movements to a t and overpowering them with relentless power.

Usually Midoriya had the upper hand through pure training slammed into him for years, any offensive power he lacked being replicated through his knowledge of the battlefield. Against the Shadow Boxer he didn't have that advantage, the pro hero being an even tougher opponent then Eraser head.

His combat strategy had essentially been reduced to going on the defensive until he found an opening, trying to wear his opponent down with safe jabs and kicks. That's when he noticed an opening in his sensei's defenses. It was a consistant one that happened everytime he threw out an extended punch to close the gap. He had noticed it after around the third match of theirs. Since Kenjiro was shorter he had to reach out farther then he usually did.

It wasn't much but it was something. An opening that he could maybe take advantage of...

When he did it again Izuku had his chance. Ducking to the side he weaved along his opponents blind side, effortlessly darting in closer. Grabbing hold of his extended arm he went in for an elbow, his free arm raising up and bending as he thrust it towards Kenjiro's face, his blowing soaring straight and true...

Only to have him duck it, dip down low and flip him onto his back. His body swinging around before he pined him to the ground with a well timed boot to the chest.

"About fucking time boy!" Kenjiro growled out, leaning down to get in his face. "I was giving you that opening for ages. Took you long enough to take it!"

"What?" he said back confused.

It was a test?

"Tell me something." Kenjiro pushed on, ignoring his response. "When did you first notice that opening?"

Gulping under the threatening aura about him he winced as the ex pro heroes boot pressed into his chest harder.

"A few rounds back." He choked out.

"Then WHY, did you wait that long? Chiyo told me ya got a smart head on your shoulders, why didn't you fucking use it?"

"Because I wasn't sure if it was a trap or not, you could have been faking it to..."

"Wrong answer!" Leaning down Kenjiro lightly karate chopped his head. "If you see an opening you take it. Got it?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir!"

Kicking his foot off of his chest he let Midoriya back onto his feet before crossing his arms.

"That's your biggest problem boy, you think too much. I know your type, always strategizing and trying to get the upper hand. Despite what the news says, in the real world your opponent isn't gonna let you think, isn't gonna give you a chance to breath." Kenjiro's voice dropped from angry to something more serious. "Like that Bakugo boy you fought in the tournament. You could have taken him out a whole ago yet the two of ya decided that it that was perfect moment to air out yer dirty laundry."

Wincing a little Midoriya looked down at the ground at the mention of one of his worse moments. Worse still is that it was caught on live television.

"Listen." Kenjiro sighed, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. "People like use, we dont have the luxury to big speeches or large set pieces. Every second your opponent is still standing is a chance that he can land a fatal blow. Worry about the ethics later. If you really want to keep the streets safe you have to acknowledge that you cant do that if yer dead."

"Right." Izuku said with a nod and a thoughtful look.

There were so many times that he would have died if his quirk didn't save him. He cant keep relying on it to keep him safe. He needed to be better if he was going to stop the people he cares about from worrying about him. He refuses to be dead weight.

"That being said, at least your attacks are getting better." Let out a deep chuck Kenjiro shook his head. "Keep throwing blows like that and maybe you'll survive yet."

"Thank you sir."

Fishing into his pocket he pulled put a pocket watch before humming. "Minute thirty five huh. That's a new record. Normally I'd make you run but it's getting close to dinner."

Shaking his head he frowned. "No I think I'll do that before dinner."

Looking back at him something flashed across his face before he let out a throaty laugh. "Ha! Suit yourself boy. Don't get lost ya here?"

Watching Kenjiro head off into another room Midoriya slung a jacket on before heading outside.

Swinging the front door open he wandered out into the cold air, taking a slow breath as he circled around to look down the mountain side. In the distance he could see the faint lights of city life, a small flurry of human activity against the impeccable backdrop of stars.

Looking up at the stars he couldn't help but think of Kendo.

He hopes she's doing well on her internship.

"Beautiful isn't it? The commute is a pain in the ass but god if the view ain't worth it." Recovery girl's voice called out, her cane lightly tapping against the ground as she joined him.

"Yeah. Sure is nice Recovery girl."

"Bah! Neither of us are on the clock, right now I'm just Chiyo."

Turning towards the older woman he smiled gently. "Thank you for inviting me to your home Chiyo."

For once she actually smiled back, a look of pride on her face. "Dont mention it. Hopefully that fool isn't beating you up too badly."

Opening his mouth to argue he knew he couldn't lie. "...it's nothing I cant handle."

"I don't doubt it." Letting out a huff she shook. "Did he atleast explain why we're training you like this?"

"He said something about becoming a...badass?"

"Oh that annoying..." Squeezing her cane like it was a neck for a few seconds she relented. "Of course he wouldn't explain anything to you. Midoriya, do you know how muscles work?"

How muscles work?

"Muscles are a form of soft tissue that's weaved throughout your body. They help you do everything from holding your body still to running a marathon. Muscles also move and support..."

"I'm not talking the textbook definition...do you know how muscles get stronger?" When he just stared at her she smirked. "You break them. You do a balance between wearing them down and giving them a chance to heal so they can come back stronger. That's what we did for my husband. Work his muscles to the bone and then use my quirk to heal them faster then normal...but what if, you could skip the healing step? Say, with your quirk?"

Midoriya's eyes widening in realization. The sight of Chiyo standing against the moonlight as she tapped her cane against the ground being a powerful image ingrained into his mind.

"When we are done with you Izuku Midoriya you are going to be very very strong."


Notes:

I originally wanted all of the internships to be one chapter but it didn't really flow right, ya know? I thought it would be better if I spent a little time with each of them and their growths instead of just throwing it all at you at once. Multiple perspectives over a weeks of training is a little weird to write.

Anyway. Do you guys think Kendo and Momo interning under Fat Gum was a weird choice? Since Kirishima has AFO him interning under him eventually would have been weird and I need Fat Gum in the story for later...plus Momo could use having an actual useful internship under her belt. Also I weirdly always wanted to see Fat Gum and Kendo hanging out together, they just have matching energy that could really work well off of each other.