Notes:

We got another big one on our hands! I just kept typing and typing and this wasn't even everything I wanted to talk about. It just kept going, it was kind of crazy. Maybe I should look into an exorcism or something to free my body of whatever possessed me.


Setsuna Tokage set up a text group, named it Robot Watch

Dino Babe: Hey hey, how's everyone's internships going?

Fist Train: Set...what the hell is this?

Dino Babe: What? I thought you wanted me to make a group chat?

Fist Train: Not that! Why is this my name?

Dino Babe: It was that or Yaoi hands.

Soundwave DJ: Lol. I personally think my name is awesome.

Shhh: Mmm.

Stargazer: I think mine's cute.

Emo boy: I hate all of you.

Sexy Librarian: As my first group text chat I welcome the new experience but why the names? Would it not be better to just go by our actual names? Also how could a librarian be sexy?

Soundwave DJ: Momo you are adorable, never change.

Sexy Librarian: ?

Beast: What is my name referencing? I can't seem to clock it.

Emerald Heater: There's a fictional comic from the pre quirk era with a character named Beast.

Emerald Heater: He's a scientist that is turned into a large hairy creature but still uses his intelligence to better mankind.

Emerald Heater: Or so I've heard.

Beast: I see. Then I am ok with the name.

Dino Babe: Look at Green with the nerd knowledge! I thought Kenken was just joking before!

Dino Babe: You fell right into my honey trap fire boy!

Fist Train: Set shhhh

Emerald Heater: Wait, you still call me a nerd Kendo? I thought we were over this!?

Fist Train: I mean...you kind of still are tho. You having muscles doesn't change that.

Emo boy: Yup.

Soundwave DJ: I wasn't going to say it but...

Shhh: Mmm...

Stargazer: I hear nerds are really popular now adays!

Emerald Heater: I am not a nerd!

Emo boy:...

Fist Train:...

Beast:...

Soundwave DJ:...

Shhh:...

Dino Babe:...

Stargazer:...

Sexy Librarian: I for one think you are very 'hip.'

Emerald Heater:...

Dino Babe: So how's everyone's internship's going!?

Stargazer: Gunhead has been really fun so far! I'm learning all kinds of takedowns that work well with my quirk!

Soundwave DJ: I've mostly been learning procedure and how to better use my quirk for recon.

Beast: I have done nothing but swim for days. I am exhausted.

Emerald Heater: You did intern under Gang Orca. A bunch of his hero work takes place in the water.

Beast: I am aware, I just did not think that was all that I was going to do.

Dino Babe: Hey! Don't knock swimming dude, it's a great way to build cardio. At least that's what my old man says.

Fist Train: Speaking of, how is your internship going Set?

Dino Babe: Interning under Midnight has been great. She said once I'm done training maybe I could also get a whip!

Sexy Librarian: I was not aware you were interning under Midnight. Would it not be better to intern under your father?

Dino Babe: Eh you know, he's pretty busy. Plus I kind of want to do my own thing, I don't want to be type casted into Mini Kon or something.

Fist Train: That's why Midoriya never went with All Might Jr or uh

Fist Train: What was that other name your mom said?

Emerald Heater: I'm not answering that.

Fist Train: Oh that's right.

Fist Train: SUPER All Might.

Dino Babe: L O L

Soundwave DJ: snicker.

Stargazer: Awwwwwwwwwwww

Emo boy: I take it all back. You guys are ok.

Shhh: Super Mega All Might.

Emerald Heater: Was I brought here just to suffer?

Fist Train: Nah, the suffering is just a bonus.

Fist Train: Iida has been acting weird lately so I wanted to warn everyone and tell you guys to keep an eye out. Momo will update you guys later.

Sexy Librarian: I will be as brief as possible.

Fist Train: For now tho its getting pretty late. Night guys, good luck with your internships.

Emerald Heater: I should probably be heading out too.

Beast: Far thee well.

Soundwave DJ: Catch you guys later.

Stargazer: Bye Kendo! Izuku!

Shhh: Bye.

Dino Babe: Later you cuties you.


Despite the very...over the top design of the Fat Gum Agency building it was a little surprising to find the inside be anything but. It had a single table smack dab center of the room laid out in front of a large chair but really that was the fanciest thing in the room. There was a set of couches and filing cabinets to the right of them that looked pretty old. The room was grey with the only color coming from a few potted plants set in front of well lit windows. In many ways, if you didn't just walk through a giant grinning mouth to get there, you would've mistaken the room to be a ma and pa style office. One that was run by two people and everything was cheap or self made.

It was...homely, is the best word Kendo could think of. You would think a pro hero like Fat Gum would earn quite a bit of money yet it was obvious that the money was not put into his office.

Despite all of that the room radiated a kindly kind of aura that comforted and reassured those that walked through the doors. Kendo could imagine many scared people feeling safer once they were in this office which was odd with how little was going on in it.

Maybe Fat Gum himself was the selling point?

Turning her head a little she took note of the single cold spot in the room, a tall, older looking boy with his face pressed against the wall as if he was trying to merge with it.

She could not see his face but his skin was pale, long elf like ears poking out of messy indigo hair. He kind of reminded her of Shinso, only less cold sass and more heart pumping anxiety. He almost felt out of place if it weren't for the fact that he was dressed in a hero costume, his large white hood and the fact that he was turned away hiding most of him away from view.

Hearing a deeply amused chuckle the noise drew her gaze away from the boy and back to the pro at his desk.

"Hoho, ignore my sidekick Suneater there. I've been trying to get him to interact with more people, maybe build up his self esteem a bit but it doesn't seem to be working." Standing up from the desk the rotund pro hero shook his head, his eyes shining with amusement through the eye holes of his black mask. "I'm glad you two made it to the agency, hopefully you didn't have too much trouble finding it. I've heard a few people have walked past it before on accident in the past."

Walked past it? The massive building with the grinning face on it? How?

"No I found it rather easy." Hummed her sister president with a shake of the head. "Your directions were exactly on point."

"Good good, I'm glad. Would either of you care for some Takoyaki?" Fat Gum said, his hands pulling a tray of food from behind his desk.

Opening her mouth to object anything Kendo would have said was silenced not by someone saying anything in response but rather, a low guttural gurgling sound. It was like if a whale made love to a garbage compacter. Pausing she turned towards the sound to find a very embarrassed Momo. It was a little shocking to hear such a sound come from such a dainty girl.

"A-apologies. I am ashamed to say that I did not eat breakfast this morning." Momo's ears were a bright red, her slender hand placed on her stomach. "It will not happen again..."

"Nonsense!" Fat Gum responded happily, walking around the table with his tray of food. "I know our quirks work similar and need plenty of food to work. Eat, eat!"

Momo looked like she wanted to argue but was struggling against the gentle smile of the larger male. Looking at the ground she relented, nodded before taking a few balls off of the tray and popping one into her mouth.

"Thank you sir..." she mumbled mid chew.

"Anytime miss Creati!" Letting out a happy chuckle Fat Gum walked back to his seat, sitting down with a sigh as the large seat groaned out under the extra weight. How that chair could hold all of Fat Gum's weight was a mystery in itself. "Now then, I'm going to be completely honest here. While I did send you both internships I did not expect either of you to actually accept my invite let alone both of you. You both did exceptional in the sports festival and I assumed you had better options. I'm just a little surprised is all, not that I'm complaining of course! I just would like to hear what it is you are wanting to get out of this experience and me by comparison."

Looking amongst each other the two girls looked a little surprised before slowly looking back at the pro hero. He didn't seem angry, more quizzical then anything, a curious glint in his kindly eyes. Taking a step forward Momo placed a hand to her chest before speaking.

"As you may already know I did not make it to the third round of the sports festival...so hearing that I did well is a bit of a shock. None the less I was hoping to improve my quirk use and combat ability under this time. From what I researched, in many ways our quirks work a lot alike, both of use using fat stored within us to fuel our quirks. I was hoping that you may have some tips or ideas on ways that I can balance eating and quirk use in combat."

Fat Gum nodded along at all of that with a smile before speaking. "I figured as much, I would be happy to help you master your quirk and may already have some ideas for you."

Turning towards her now the two of them both shot her the same questioning look. Neither of them outwardly said it but it was obvious that they both were curious on why she was here. Why she, a battle hero that made it far into the tournament, was looking to intern under someone like Fat Gum; someone who leaned more into rescue work and narcotics then straight up battles.

It was a little embarrassing to say aloud but she couldn't be getting cold feet now...it's probably best to just be honest.

"I've always wanted to be a hero to protect people I care about. It started at wanting to be strong for me and turned into wanting to be strong for others. I've trained my entire life to be a hero, it was the one thing I ever wanted to be...yet, when I was finally thrust into a real world situation I locked up. I just...stood there and panicked with everyone else, getting swept up in all of the chaos." Crossing her arms her hand gripped her elbow tightly. "I can already throw a punch...I've been fighting my entire life, but you Fat Gum are different. People see you as a pillar of the community. You have a high record of rescues under your belt and focus on a lot of the little things that many pro heroes ignore. You radiate a sense of comfort making everyone nearby feel safer in any situation so long as you are around. I want that, not just being able to punch or hit hard but I want people to feel safe on my watch."

When she was done with her little speech Kendo realized that all three of them were staring at her.

Standing next to her somewhere during her speech Momo's mouth opened a little, understanding moving along her face before she smiled. Suneater was even facing her now, a look of awe on his slender face. Fat Gum let out a silent hum behind his desk, raising a hand to scratch at his chin in thought. The silence in the room was almost deafening before it wasn't, Fat Gum letting out a deeply amused and jolly laugh.

Slapping at his large belly he stood from his seat. "How can I argue with two excellent reasons like that? I think I quite like you two!"

Raising a closed hand he placed it on his chest as if he was swearing an oath to them. "Have no fear, I will do all that I can to make your internship the best ever!"

Momo and her smiled at each other letting out small sighs of relief as the formalities ended, Fat Gum swinging a back door open and gesturing with a large arm.

"Both of you welcome to the Fat Gum agency!"


"That's good everyone! Let's all break off for now and take another short break!"

Gunhead said with a wave of his large arm, dismissing the group of sidekicks and ushering them off to get something to drink in between practice sessions. Most of them branching off into groups to start chatting amongst each other, all of them chugging water like their life depended on it.

Despite the happy and loud energy amongst the group Uraraka went off on her own, the normally very bubbly girl being weirdly quiet as she got her water. She knew why she was acting like this but she also couldn't help but feel a wave of irritation at how she was acting, silently chastising herself in the corner.

This wasn't like her, she always tried to make the best of every situation placed before her be it helping her parents with their construction job or just studying at school. It felt odd to be so anti-social, so cut off from everyone but she couldn't help it.

Every time she started to focus on her training her mind would always drift to worrying about Iida. He had been acting weird for the past week, but the way he was acting that morning at the train station specifically was extra concerning. The way he turned around to glare at her...it was almost like he was a different person entirely behind those eyes.

Did she say the wrong thing? Was there something she could have said or done to make the boy feel better?

The situation haunted her...and it wasn't even over the boy she liked! Just the one she was closest to in 1A.

She knew how important this week was for her, it was the first chance for her to make connections. Her first time to branch out of UA and get real world advice from someone who didn't sleep in a yellow sleeping bag in the teachers lounge. She could barely keep up with Gunhead's martial arts training as it was, she for sure did not need to be worrying over someone who wasn't even here!?

And it honestly wasn't just Iida she was concerned about. The boy she had a crush on went nuclear on live television and spent almost a week in the hospital. She went to visit him several times but he was passed out every time she visited...then there was meeting his parents.

That was a whole different level of embarrassment and anxiety.

Worrying about internships and news about one of her closest friends took up the rest of the time. The next she knew internships had started and Izuku ran off to start an internship under a hero she had never even heard of before! She tried to do research on him and all she could find were testimonies from some very scared criminals that he's dealt with in the past. Who knows what this "Shadow Boxer" was even doing to her guardian angel at this point!? All of it was just so maddening!

"Everything okay over here Uravity?" A voice spoke up suddenly from right behind her, snapping her from her thoughts and making her jump almost a foot into the air. Swiveling around quickly she stared owlishly at Gunhead.

"Y-yep! All good here Mr. Gunhead sir!" She responded, trying her best to plaster on a large smile. Her face still a little red at getting caught spacing out again.

He probably thought she was a space cadet or something at this point...

While she couldn't see Gunhead's face behind his mask, she could tell he wasn't convinced by her words. "Mr. Gunhead sir? That sounds like a bit much if you ask me, Gunhead is just fine, you don't need all that other stuff."

"O-oh, I'm sorry Mr. Gunhead."

"Hmm." Pretending to think Gunhead tilted his head, the action almost seeming cute if it wasn't for the mask he was wearing. "No no, that doesn't sound right either. Mr. Gunhead is my father."

...that was such a dad line it made her think of her own dad, a small snort escaping her lips before she had a chance to put a hand over it.

Chuckling to himself Gunhead shook his head. "Now then, what seems to be the problem Ms. Uravity Maam? I'm here to support you after all, you can tell me what's on your mind."

She bit the inside of her cheek.

Was, was she really that transparent? She must be so obvious right now...well, since he already knows somethings up might as well just be honest.

"Well...I was just thinking about how my friends were doing at this moment." She admitted sheepishly.

Gunhead nodded at that, placing a hand to his chin. "Ah I see how it is...do you mind if I give you a little advice, Uravity?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, of course not."

"Do you know why we are sitting in here training when we could be helping people? Someone could be in danger right now but we would have no idea!"

Blinking a few times a little confused it took Uraraka a second to think of an answer. "Because...there are other heroes patrolling right now and you cover each other?"

Pumping a fist into the air excitedly Gunhead stood back up. "Exactly! As heroes we have to make sure we are as physically fit as possible. That means working out yes but it also means being able to rest sometimes. We are all human Uravity and we can hardly save a person if we burn ourselves out."

"But what if the other heroes fail and you aren't around to help!?" Uraraka said as she stood to her feet as well. "Doesn't that worry you?"

"Of course it does! I'm not gonna lie, there is always a chance that that could still happen. You could be on the toilet or something and a friend of yours could be hurt or worse." Gunhead responded. "We have to believe in our friends to pick up the slack so we can rest and then help them when they need it."

"I think I get it." She said with a nod. "You're saying I should believe in my friends and trust that they will be alright?"

The Hero returned the nod.

"You got it. I've only known you for a little while Uravity, but I can already tell you're a good person. You worry and care about other people so much that it feels exhausting but if you spend all your time worrying then you'll never get anything done." He crossed his arms. "No point in dwelling on the what ifs, you just have to believe in your friends and do what you can with the cards dealt to you."

Deep down, she knew it was good advice, but it was also pretty hard to just stop her mind from racing the way it has been since the sports festival. Still, she should at least TRY to focus on her internship for now. It was the whole point of this week away from school after all. "Okay. Thanks for the advice, sir."

"Oof we going to sir now? Just Gunhead is fine." The older man dismissed with a laugh. "Now then, I think that's enough of a break. Time to get back to work! Everyone get back to your sets! Someone come help Uravity here with the next one!"

"O-oh! That's not really, I mean you don't have to..."

Before she could finish her sentence she was swarmed by multiple interns, them pulling her to the center of their group as they started up on their training again. Uraraka looking around confused as she got swept up by the chaos.


Despite what he was showing on his face Tenya Iida was mad, really mad. Frustration leaked out of everything he did like a slow stream of air. He had done the best he could not to show it in his voice and movement but it was getting harder and harder to hide it away.

The first day interning under Manuel held promise. The pro hero was relaxed, laid back and overly kind to a t so much so that he thought he would be able to slip away when his back was turned but for whatever reason Manuel was watching him like a hawk. Every time he went anywhere Manuel was not far behind, he even went to the bathroom a few times to try slipping away only to find Manuel waiting for him.

It was infuriating.

By the fourth day of his work study he had yet to accomplish anything in his search for the hero killer and his comrades, only pulling up loose ends.

Something did not seem to be adding up the more he thought about it. The more his family went over the disappearance case of his brother.

The hero killer did not take prisoners and he did not hide his murder victims. So why his brother? Why change up his routine now of all times? The best solution he could think of is that his brother did not actually fight the hero killer but a different villain entirely. Yet there was a small amount of DNA at the crime scene belonging to the hero killer which means he was at least there.

Was the hero killer working with a team? No that didn't seem to make sense either. The hero killer was a solo hunter, he had always been a solo hunter.

"Tenya, are you alright? You're being awful quiet." Manuel asked aloud.

Turning towards the pro hero Iida nodded, hearing his pro name being his first name was still a little jarring for him.

"Yes. Just thinking is all. Yet another slow day." He said matter of factly, turning his head as he took note of the quiet neighborhood. Not a single hint of crime for miles.

"Don't say it like that." Manuel chided him, frowning a little at him before looking around as well. "Slow means people are safe. Slow is good."

"My apologies, you are correct." He muttered before turning away. Not wanting to say more.

"But it is really quiet." Manuel pushed on. "Its the weirdest thing. Every time the hero killer hits an area the crime in that area goes down as well."

"I find that hard to believe." He snapped back a little too angrily, almost choking on his anger.

"Its true." Manuel continued despite the glare he was shooting his way. "Maybe criminals are worried about them being next...or maybe it's because the areas the hero killer is spotted in usually gets flooded with pro heroes. Every hero wants the glory of catching the hero killer."

The silence between them went on with no end in sight, neither of them wanting to give in first. Turning to leave Iida felt a gloved hand squeeze his shoulder before he quickly smacked it away.

"No." Iida ground out sharply.

"Tenya listen to me."

"I said no!" Turning to face him in a challenging stance Iida waved an arm aside. "Nothing you say will stop me! I will find my brother and no one will get in my way."

"What if I dont get in your way?"

That made him pause, the stance going slack before he stood back upright. "I'm listening."

"At night you and me go out on a secret patrol. I know of a few others looking for him at night when the world sleeps. You and I could join their search."

Blinking a few times surprised he frowned.

"Why would you want that?" The blue haired boy asked, glaring through the slits in his helmet.

"I know there is nothing I can say to stop you. If my little brother went missing I would be doing the exact same thing as you, believe it or not." The pro said with an understanding look. "But I can protect you. You are just a first year and we've been doing this a long time. If we patrol together we can cover each others backs and if we are caught I can take the fall in your place. I saw the sports festival...you have a promising future ahead of you, I would hate to see it go to waste over this."

That was...surprising. The fact that his teacher would so willing take the fall for him made him feel uncomfortable in ways he could not describe. For the first time Tenya Iida questioned the path he was on.

He was prepared to lose everything for his brother but was he prepared to send others down this greedy path as well?

"I-I don't know..."

"How about this then. We patrol for a few nights and if we cant find anything we give up the hunt for now. If he doesn't strike at all during this week he either went into hiding or moved on to somewhere else."

That...made sense to him. It would be safer to have someone to cover his back. More eyes mean less chance of him getting away. It wasn't much but it was a safe bet...but will he be happy to leave without gaining anything? To turn his back on his brother just because of a hunch? He doesn't think he is...even if its just for a little while.

The engine-quirked teen let out a deep sigh he wasn't aware he was holding.

Taking a step forward Manuel reached a hand out towards him, the leathery clothed hand calling out to him. Looking down at the extended hand he frowned behind his helmet before reaching a hand out and shaking it. The feeling of the pros hand being a small amount of warmth he had not felt for a while now...ever since he cut everyone else out.

His minded drifted to his friends back at UA and he absently wondered how the others were doing.

"Very well. Deal."

"Excellent!" Manuel cheered out excitedly. "Let's go catch us a hero killer!"


Sitting awkwardly in a squishy chair Bakugo's gaze bore into the ground. The chair felt like sitting on a cloud and he could not have hated it more if he tried. Sitting up to try and get himself steady the chair shifted under his weight as he fell back into the chair with a growl. Crossing his arms he felt a vein start to form on his forehead as he sunk back into the pillowy prison.

Not far away Hound dog watched on amused, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle.

"Thank you for coming back Bakugo. I hope you had a good night's rest."

Like he had a fucking choice, they weren't letting him do anything else but rest. Just sit around, listen to people yammer on and on and read. If he spent another second cooped up in these small ass rooms he might just lose his mind!

"Whatever."

"I see that you brought the book back. I hope it was a good read."

Scoffing his fingers moved along the black book absently.

Many people at Aldera were always surprised when they found out how fast he could read. He usually tore through a book in a night and this one was no different. Usually he read a book because he was forced to, pushing himself through boring drivel to please his teachers and for good grades. This book was different, there was something about the testimonies of the people that called to him.

They reminded him of his mother...or even just himself.

People from all walks of life pushing themselves to be better, to be the best. How could he not relate? They might as well have been telling snippets of his own life. He found himself understanding their thinking and wishing for their victory over the world. So when the book turned from glory and hard work to stories about how lonely their paths were it made him so incredibly angry.

Probably the angriest he had been in a long long time.

Page after page about how they pushed away everyone and everything that was not their mission. It told stories of real life people that got what they always wanted and in the end they never got what they actually needed.

"The book was fucking stupid." He grounded out, disdain evident in his tone.

That made Hound dog raise an eyebrow at him, his clawed fingers tapping against the desk. "Oh? How so?"

"The idiots did all that just to get what they want and they still weren't happy!" Gripping the book in his hands he raised the damned thing into the air before tossing the book across the room, the black square slamming into one of the walls before scattering to the ground in a pile of pages. "What kind of idiots don't know what the hell they want!? They were weak and pathetic! A bunch of fucking cry babies! Real winners get what they want, not sit around and bitch and moan on what they could have done differently!"

Looking over at the newly made mess Hound dog thought of what to say next. "Are you saying you've never regretted the past before?"

Wadding through a shallow creak his best friend rushed over to him with concern in his eyes. His palms recently stung from his fall, the cold water only aggravating his bruises further.

Reaching a hand out towards him Deku frowned, small green embers moving along his fingers. Worry evident on his face and tone.

"Are you alright Kachan?"

... He was mocking him wasn't he? Looking down on him even though he was the one with the battle quirk! He was tougher then all of them! The teachers said so! He wasn't going to just sit here and take this mockery lying down.

Growling he swatted the hand aside as he stood back onto his feet.

His feet! With no help from anyone!

The look of hurt on his ex best friends face only bothered him a little...quickly turning away so he wouldn't have to look at such a pitiful expression anymore. He could feel Deku's eyes on his back as he climbed back up to meet with his actual friends.

No matter what happened to him he would get up on his own with no help by anyone! Like a true hero! All Might never took help by anyone so he wont either...

He didn't need Deku. He didn't need anyone!

Getting up from the chair Bakugo slide his hands into his pockets as he started to strafe, choosing to glare at one of the bland walls instead of the judging look by this so called pro hero. "Of course not! Everything that happened in the past happened so I could be the best fucking hero this world has ever seen! Why would I regret anything!?"

"Hmm. Is that so?"

"That is so! Everyone is just stepping stones on my way to the to..."

"Even the sports festival? You showed signs of regret yesterday about it?" Hound dog cut in making Bakugo bristle.

Why the fuck does he keep bringing that up!? He already said it was a fucking accident!

"Even the sports festival." He asserted with a twitch of the eyebrow. "All of that was fucking Deku's fault anyway! Looking down on me like he always does!"

Adjusting his glasses Hound dog stared down at some papers. "By 'Deku' I assume you mean Izuku Midoriya? I was told that you grew up with Midoriya and were even friends at one point. What could have caused such animosity between you two? What exactly is your relationship with this 'Deku?"

That...was not the right subject.

Bakugo's stance changing and turning more aggressive, glaring at his teacher he walked closer.

"That damn nerd had ways been in my shadow! Leeching off of me like some kind of parasite! Always crying and trying to be my friend! It was pathetic!" Sliding a hand out of his pocket he slammed it onto Hound dog's desk, sparks starting to emote from them. "Even when I'm free of him he just keeps coming back like some kind of cockroach!"

An unnerving chill went up his spine when Hound dog stood. The pro hero towering over him like a giant amongst dwarfs. Placing a clawed hand on the desk he met his eyes with a cold look and a frown.

"Bakugo. Sit down." The voice was cold and commanding. Harsh but firm. Looking up at the pro felt like staring down a wild animal but he refused to back down from such a challenge.

"What the hell are you going to do? Hit me!? Go right ahead! Just be warned I'll hit back!"

For whatever reason whatever he said threw Hound dog through a loop, the pro taking a step back a little surprised.

"Hit you? I would never hit a patient." There was something in his tone he didnt like...something worrying. "Are you usually hit when you step out of line?"

"What of it?" He barked back. "Don't look at me like that. I haven't been hit in years!"

"Years?"

This wasn't getting anywhere!

Sliding a hand along Hound dog's desk he pushed off any of his papers like a bitter cat before stomping back over to his seating spot. Sitting down on his couch with crossed arms.

It took a second for Hound dog to say anything, instead he picked something off of the ground and wrote on it. Clicking his pen closed he slide it into his pocket.

"Bakugo can you come with me?"

He didn't like the sound of that...there was no way that was good. "Where are we going?"

"Out. I feel like being trapped inside for days is starting to make you restless and extra aggressive. "

Sitting up some he raised an eyebrow at that. That sounded more like a reward then a punishment...

"What's the catch?"

Hound dog let out a deep chuckle at that, shaking his head a little. "No catch. I just feel like you could use a change in scenery is all."

When he still didn't move from his spot Hound dog sighed.

"Despite what you may think I'm not here to try and change you, Bakugo. I'm not your enemy and I'm not trying to judge or punish you. I'm trying to help because...I was once like you." Hound dog pulled his glasses off and slide them into his breast pocket. "I was furious at the world and lashed out at anyone that tried to help. I hurt many people I regret and have been doing everything since to atone for that. Because it's not enough to be sorry for your actions, you need to improve. To make sure it never happens again."

Clicking his tongue Bakugo thought about saying some harsh, mocking words back but he stopped himself. Absently thinking about the sports festival again he squeezed his own arm.

"A thing that I feel is lost in our time is that all emotions are important, not just the good ones. Yes happiness is important but so is sadness and so is anger. You should be allowed to feel all of your emotions, it's only when you turn those emotions into a weapon that it becomes a problem." Rolling his sleeves up he revealed thick, furry forearms. "Its obvious to me that actions speak louder then words for you, so I'm going to show you how to control these emotions first hand. Tell me Bakugo, how would you like to spar with a pro?"

Now you were talking his language!

Smirking at the display of power Bakugo finally got up, silently cracking his knuckles. "Heh alright, you asked for it! But if I curb stomp your ass I get to go home early!"

Smirking back Hound dog started to head for the door, his large frame blocking it before looking over his shoulder back at him.

"You can try boy. Let's see what you got."


Raising her fist to defend herself Kendo darted to the right to avoid a swath of octopus esc tentacles, the multiple appendages trashing about where she was just standing a second ago. Running diagonal of her opponent she circled him quickly before leaping into the air. Squeezing her hands together they were thrust into the air before growing massive and then coming down on her opponent with a loud crash. The gym floor shaking from the force from the strike yet even still her opponent was unmoving. Nearby the table full of food rattled, Momo watching them spar as she ate from a bowl of some kind of noodle.

Suneater hunched under her massive hands with his own arms up for protection, a bizarre shell like shield covering his forearms that stopped her strike in it's tracks. Breaking her hands away Suneater rushed in to get closer, his eyes focused on the ground as he ran. Leaping at her he twisted into the air before delivering a power kick.

Leaping back she barely dodged a chicken like claw protruding from his leg, wincing a little as the sharp end cut a single hair from her forehead, just barely missing her. Jumping a few steps back she panted feeling both a mix of exhaustion, frustration and excitement. Her blood pumping in her ears.

This Suneater guy was really weird...weird but tough. He had all of this incredible power at his fingertips yet he refused to meet her eyes, spending almost the entire fight staring at the ground. You would think that would be a good opening to capitalize on yet for the life of her she could not even hit him, no matter what angle or which way he was facing he always saw her coming and countered everything she threw at him. On top of all of that his quirk was just straight up confusing, the way he used it was unlike anything she had ever fought before and she was struggling trying to predict what he was going to do next. They have been sparring for a few hours now and all she had to show for it were some bruises that she was sure were going to hurt like hell later on tonight.

Watching her opponent closely she let out a thoughtful hum.

She had heard of Tamaki Amajiki...he was one of the big three after all, it would be weird if she hadn't. Everyone knew who they were, super talented and powerful seniors that were most likely going to shake up the hero world once they graduated. One of them was even being compared to the next All Might...but Amajiki was by far the least talked about of the big three and she could see why now. His presence hardly screamed "I'm so cool and approachable, you should definitely walk up to me and say hello!" If anything the way he held himself was more "If you try to talk to me I may just throw up."

Interviews with this guy were for sure going to be a very entertaining sight to behold once he graduates. She honestly can't wait to see it.

She was already trying to think of a way to get in when her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the gym doors opening. All three of them turned to watch Fat Gum walk in with a smile, one of his hands rubbing his belly playfully.

"Sorry about that guys, that meeting went on for longer then I originally planned! How is everyone doing here?" Walking over to the table where Momo was stationed he looked over the strewn out food. Reaching a hand out he took some and put it into his mouth before reaching over with his other hand to grab hold of one of the many bo staffs she had created in the last few hours. Turning it in his grip he swung it a few times as he spoke, his mouth partly full of food. "How go things over here Creati? Everything going alright?"

Letting out a tired sigh Momo smiled. "Yes, I have been working on making bo staffs faster as you have instructed. It takes only 12 seconds to make a bo staff at the moment."

"That is excellent news Creati! Be sure to practice this in your free time to try and get the time down even farther. Your biggest weakness at the moment is the time it takes to make a way to defend yourself. If you keep practicing and honing it it will be harder for opponents to get a drop on you!" Smiling down at the staff he took hold of both ends, his arms flexing as the staff bent easily in his grip. "Might want to work on the material they are being made of as well. They are still flimsy and easy to break."

"Yes sir!"

Chuckling amused at Momo's tone he wandered off and started to head over to the two of them.

"How are you guys doing over here in the sparring pit? Battle Fist push you to your brink yet Suneater?" Fat gum asked in a teasing tone, a tone that Suneater either didn't pick up on or chose to ignore.

"No." He shot back awkwardly, shuffling a little in place with his eyes directed at the ground. "She is pretty tough tho...I can see her getting better them me in a few years."

"I'm flattered but don't undersell yourself dude." She cut in with a smirk. "You're really tough! I can't seem to even land a hit on you!"

She might've broken him, watching a little confused as Suneater short circuited for a second before slinking behind Fat gum. The taller lanky boy disappeared behind the pro hero like he was a mother, an action that only made Fat gum laugh louder.

"Hoho! I'm glad you two are getting along!" Looking amongst them he smiled wide. "But enough about teasing Suneater! Battle Fist! You said you wanted to go out on a patrol with me? I'm heading out now!"

That was all she needed to hear, quickly hoping out of the gym's sparring pit and joining Fat Gum at his side.

"Sounds good to me, let's go."

...

The rest of that day was weirdly relaxing. She and Fat Gum wander out in a set path and looked around for any trouble. Occasionally they would find some stupid kids fighting or graffitiing something that they would be reprimanded for but overall there wasn't much.

There was the occasional fan that swung by to say hello when Fat Gum stopped at a food stand to "refuel." Someone happily gushing to him before taking a picture with him. Hell she even had a few people that stopped by to chat with her, people that asked for her hero name and how long she had been interning under Fat Gum.

It was when she was talking to a little kid that she saw movement in the corner of her eye. Someone moving past them in a back alley, a small chill moving up her spine. Turning her head to get a closer look Fat Gum slapped at the food stand and let out a laugh, whispering next to her to stop her.

"Don't look at him. He's been hiding out for a while now. Addressing him will only tell him that we know that he's there."

A while now? How long has that guy been there!?

Taking a slow breath she nodded at that, trying to make it look like she nodded to something the little boy said to her.

"Ok. So what do we do then? Call him out?"

"No, you'll only cause a scene. There are too many people. It looks like he's waiting for something. My best bet is he's waiting for our patrol to move on...follow my lead."

Nodding at that it was more like a small tilt of the head. Leaning down she tussled the little boys hair and said a few words of encouragement to him before breaking off and following after Fat Gum, making sure not to break the smile on her face. Behind her the young boy waved with the others as they walked off, her smile not leaving her face until they turned the corner.

Falling in line with Fat Gum they went on their way as if they were just moving on to their next stop in the patrol. Somewhere along the way she must have lost sight of the guy because she couldn't see him anywhere.

"What's going on?" She asked softly next to her mentor. "We're not really moving on are we?"

"No." He responded with a shake of the head. "We're just circling around, there's an alley not far this way. We can cut through it and tail him for a bit. If this turns ugly do me a favor and try not to use your quirk. Only use them if you must."

That made her eyebrows raise a little before she nodded regardless. Fat Gum knew what he was doing, she just had to trust him.

Breaking off they disappeared amongst the grime of the alley, waiting in the entrance way for a tic incase we heard anything before heading farther in. Watching Fat Gum crouch down and try to be sneaky was a sight to behold, the man was massive but still he moved with experience and ease.

Looking down just in time her foot hovered over a broken glass bottle, making sure to step over it and follow after him.

They made a left and then a right, each turn more confusing then the last. Finally, they looped back around, the faint sound of talking hitting her ears as they inched closer. Sticking her head around to get a look her teal eyes scanned the alley.

There were three guys, one with a trench coat, one with a brief case and one in a hoodie. Brief case was doing most of the talking, gesturing down and patting his brief case as he chuckled.

The alley was a dead end, the only other way to go was a chain-link fence to their right that went farther into the alley.

How were they going to do this? Sneak up to them? Rush them?

"Good evening gentlemen!" Fat Gum called out, standing up and walking into view with a wave.

Or they could just do that...

Following to his right slowly she could feel sweat pool at her neck. As soon as he called out the three jumped back a little surprised before entering aggressive stances.

"What brings you three this far into the alley? If I didn't know any better I would say that you guys are up to something!" Fat Gum let out an amused chuckle that did not sit well with the three, all three of them taking a step back. "Look, just come quietly and we can talk about this back at the stat..."

Holding his arms up to protect them just in the nick of time two blast of energy fired from trench coat's arms soared towards them and collided with them. Flinching under the sudden loud bang Kendo winced but was otherwise unharmed.

Running in with his arms up to protect himself Fat Gum closed the distance like a train out of the hell, the energy blast from trench coat not stopping him at all. Shoulder tackling trench coat the middle aged man was flung back before slamming into one of the concrete walls, his body contorting as he screamed out.

Sliding a hand into his pocket trench coat pulled out a pocket knife but it was almost immediately smacked out of his hands, Fat Gum turning towards him and hitting him hard right between the eyes.

Hoodie must have seen the writing on the wall cause he panicked, turning and hoping the chain link fence with one big leap. Landing on the other side he took a startled look at all of them before disappearing from sight down the branching alley.

"Hey! He's getting away!" She called out, running and hopping the fence after him with ease.

"Battle Fist wait!"

"Calm down, no quirk right? I got this!" She called out to her mentor, giving him a thumbs up before chasing after the final guy, the sound of Fat Gum brawling getting quieter as she ran after him.

Making the turn a little too hard her boots scrapped against the ground as she broke into a full blown sprint. Hoodie guy was fast but she was faster, no turns to slow her speed. It was a straight shot. Gaining on him fast she raised an elbow and slammed it into the side of his head, knocking him to the wall. Before hoodie could respond she delivered some jabs to his torso, jumping into the air and delivering a round house kick right across the face.

Falling to the ground the guy was knocked out in an instant, slumping back against one of the walls with a soft thud.

Wiping at her brow she turned to find Fat Gum jogging after her with the two guys under his arms. She almost thought he would be mad at her but instead he just grinned.

"Nice work Battle Fist."

"Thank you sir."

Placing the two next to the third guy he panted a little out of the breath. "Man. I could never catch the fast ones."

That was a little understandable considering his size and quirk.

"I have a question."

"I might have an answer." Fat Gum shot back, chuckling at his own joke as he bent down to start tying the three up for the cops.

"Why no quirk?"

"Believe it or not the thing that most vigilantes are arrested for is illegal quirk use." Snapping the restraints on them he stood up. "The quirk laws are heavily enforced in this country because the government sees them as the greatest threat to peoples safety. Thus labeling quirks as weapons under the quirk law act. But say if there was a quirkless vigilante it would be much harder to pin him with anything, especially since quirkless are seen as lesser in the eyes of the people. Since you don't have your hero license if you were caught using your quirk, even if it was in self defense you may still get in trouble for it. Getting caught only using your bare hands however is not qualified as assault with a deadly weapon and would mean less trouble for you and also the agency. If I'm being completely honest most cases of defending yourself without a quirk are just swept under the rug. It's also why punishing quirkless fighting rings is much harder then quirk ones."

Oh. She's not sure if she liked that answer all that much...

"People lean that heavily on the power of quirks?"

Chuckling at that Fat Gum pulled out the brief case, breaking the lock on it before opening it. "You would be surprised...case and point. Look what we got here, trigger. Congrats Battle Fist, you just busted your first drug dealer."

Looking down at the small vials in the brief case she frowned, watching the red liquid slosh about.

So that's trigger huh...

She knew there was a subsect of people obsessed with the power of quirks over everything else but seeing the drug in the flesh was so much more jarring.

Are people really that obsessed with taking short cuts over training their bodies? Why does society look down on people who have weak or no quirks when most of them cant even be used in their daily lives? What's the point of power if its just abused in a system of frauds? Would she be the same if she wasn't raised to fight for what was right and to constantly work to attain what she wanted?

These questions ran through her head as she watched Fat Gum close the brief case once again, folding it under his arm as he started to head back outside. Taking one final look at the three knocked out guys she jogged after her mentor.


BikesRUs: And that's basically what happened. Pretty crazy right?

Big Green: Kendo.

Big Green: You are one of the coolest people I know.

BikesRUs: Flattery will get you everywhere.

Big Green: I mean it! I kind of hope someone got footage of that take down.

BikesRUs:...

BikesRUs: You.

BikesRUs: Are such a dork.

Big Green: I take everything back.

Big Green: You have dropped down a few clicks on the cool person scale.

BikesRUs: Wait no! Compliment me more.

Big Green: nu uh.

BikesRUs: Midoriya come back! Is this because I called you a nerd in the group chat?

Big Green: I can't confirm nor deny these claims.

BikesRUs: uuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh.

BikesRUs: Don't be like that.

BikesRUs: You can be both a nerd and cool. They are not exclusive.

Big Green:...

BikesRUs: Midoriya come on!

Big Green:...

BikesRUs: I'll get you Fat gums autograph.

Big Green: Sorry I dropped my phone. Back now.

BikesRUs: There he is.

BikesRUs: How are you holding up? I noticed you didn't mention anything in the group chat when we were talking internships.

Big Green: Everything hurts. I crave death.

BikesRUs: More so than usual?

Big Green: More so then usual.

BikesRUs: Geez, I'm sorry to hear that dude.

BikesRUs: Just hang in there, just a few more days now.

Big Green: Thanks...Itsuka.

BikesRUs: Anytime.

BikesRUs: Izuku.

BikesRUs: I should head to bed. Night.

Big Green: Yeah, night.

Taking one final look at the screen Izuku Midoriya let out a soft chuckle, his cheeks weirdly hot as he stared at their final messages. Hovering his fingers over the buttons he typed out something else but quickly erased it, shaking his head as he slide his phone back into his pocket.

Leaning back against the grass he looked back up at the night sky before letting out a tired sigh.

He's glad Kendo was doing well on her internship, he was a little skeptical when she told him she was interning under Fat Gum of all heroes but it sounds like it's a good fit for her.

"Was that your friends?" Asked Chiyo, the older woman walking over slowly. "I figured this is where you ran off to but you were so busy smiling at your phone I didn't want to interrupt."

Turning to smile at Chiyo he shrugged "I was just talking to Kendo."

"Ah that explains it." She responded with a chuckle, taking a seat next to him. "Thats that girl you're sweet on, eh? I remember how it was for me and my husband at the beginning."

When all he did was nod slowly embarrassed Chiyo did a double take like she was surprised by his actions.

"Wait hold the phone...you know!? And here I thought you'd be completely oblivious like you usually are." Huffing a little at him she slid her cane into her lap. "When did that happen?"

"I don't know. Somewhere between our big fight at UA and me waking up from the sports festival I guess." Tilting his head he ran his fingers along the top part of his messy hair. "Its a little hard to pinpoint the exact moment. Maybe it was less one big thing and more a bunch of little things."

"Well. Color me surprised. When are you planning on telling her?"

When Chiyo turned towards him he was frowning at the ground, his hand anxiously fiddling with fingers.

"I mean...nothing probably. I know her and Tetsutetsu have a thing going on and I would hate to get in the middle of that. We have a good thing going on...why ruin it?"

The look Chiyo gave him said she did not believe him for a second.

"Try again."

Fidgeting under Chiyo's harsh look he struggled to think of how to phrase it, his mouth opening before he paused.

"A few months ago I...really hurt her, Chiyo. I did something selfish and stupid. I was so obsessed with trying to fix something I thought was broken that I pushed her away only to hurt her more. I've...never seen her like that before. Watching her cry at something I did devastated me. I made a promise that I would never make her cry like that ever again." Taking a pause to breath he frowned at the memory. "W-what if...what if I just end up doing something stupid again? I don't know if I could live with myself if I hurt her. Maybe, it's best if we just stay friends."

For a long moment Chiyo looked like she was processing what he said, her face neutral and not giving any emotion away before she finally chuckled. The small chuckle turning into a chorus of laughs, laying back against the grass as she laughed and laughed.

He had never heard her laugh like that before...

After her long spout of laughs she sighed content. "Man. I sometimes forget how young you are. How can someone so smart also be so dumb?"

"W...hey!"

"Yes. There is a chance that you could hurt her, but there is also a chance that she could hurt you. There is always a chance in every relationship that it can go badly. That's part of what makes relationships so beautiful, to put your heart in someone's hand and for them choose to care for it instead of crush it." Chiyo said with a distant look in her eye. "It's a gamble. No one really knows how it will all work out but we try anyway because it's worth it. What's important is you try and if you fail at least you had the fun of trying."

Getting up from the grass old lady Chiyo used her cane to prop herself back onto her feet. Smiling down at him softly. "You are going to make mistakes, that's just part of life. All you can do is not dwell on them...but instead learn from them. Communicate, apologize and try to be better for the next time. Every time we push to get better, that's really how a relationship thrives. You both are smart kids, I'm sure you'll make it work."

Without another word she turned to hobble back inside, leaving a speechless Midoriya behind her. Watching her walk off he stewed on her words, his eyes flickering back to the night sky as he thought of his childhood friend.

Miles away in another city far from sight. Itsuka Kendo climbed up onto the roof of the Fat Gum agency. Moving quietly to make sure she didn't wake anyone up she sat down. The faint glow of lamp light decorated the city street and illuminated the lack of life. The rest of the city slept, night heroes scoured the streets in the hopes of finding crime and criminals slunk back into their hiding holes.

Looking up at the night sky she was a little disappointed to find that the stars were all washed out by the parade of city life lights. Her orange hair billowed in the wind as she silent wondered if somewhere, her best friend was looking up at the same sky and thinking about her.


In the dead of night Tenya Iida wandered, never letting his guard down for long. Every time there was so much as the hint of a sound he sprung into action and yet every time it turned out to be nothing.

They had combed every back alley street and corner of Hosu at this point without so much as a hint of the Hero Killer's presence. Everything was quiet, and all it did was fuel his frustration, negative emotions inside of him starting to boil.

When was he going to make a break in the case?

Their search was the equivalent of a crawl but that did not mean he was going to call it quits, he would only bring shame to his family name were he to walk away before the job was done. He owed it to his brother to continue the search.

He would find his brother no matter the cost.

"Tenya." Called out Manuel, the pro jogging up to him with a serious look. "Native found something not far from here."

Was this the break in the case he so desperately needed?

"What did you find?" He called back, meeting him halfway he noticed that Manuel was holding his phone out expectantly. Clipping at the guard on his helmet he pulled it off for a better look, letting out a sigh as sweat dripped down his face and fogged his glasses.

Navigating his phone Manuel pulled up a set of pictures that looked like they were taken by a separate pro. The picture was of a dark small hole in the wall apart, one of the corners of the room plastered with many pieces of paper. At first glance it looked like a homeless person had set up residence in the long abandoned building. The grimy walls and ratty sleeping bag told a story of hardship and struggle yet there was something about the room that unnerved him. Manuel flipped to the next picture to show a close up of the wall of papers and fliers...they looked like news articles about other pro heroes.

Eyes widening he adjusting his glasses to get a closer look. "Is that..."

His words petered out, too afraid to say his thought aloud incase he was wrong. Luckily Manuel finished his sentence for him. "It's his hide out. We already checked the newspapers and most of the heroes on the list were already attacked or killed."

"Was my..."

"Yes, your brother was on the list."

His jaws felt tight as they clenched into a frown. "Lets go. Right now."

"Wait Tenya, I'm not done."

Stopping in his tracks he had to fight with every fiber in his being telling him to sprint their as fast as he humanly could.

"What is it? Every second we waste could mean an opening for him to get away."

"It's been abandoned, look." Walking closer to show him his phone again, he slide a finger along the screen to show a layer of dust covering every surface. "He hasn't been in there for a while now. All of his weapons and anything important of note was taken with him, only leaving some news articles and his sleeping bag behind. I don't know what happened but for whatever reason he's moved on to a new location, maybe all of the pros in the area scared him off."

Taking the phone from his teacher his hands shook as he looked over the pictures again. Sure enough what Manuel said looked to be correct. The place looked long abandoned, at least for weeks now...that would mean...

That he was long gone.

Squeezing the phone his hand was like a clamp, his eyes adjusting to the picture repeatedly as if maybe, if he looked hard enough something would change.

No no no! This can't have all been for a dead end! There had to be more! Maybe there was a hint of where he went...he could have left a clue or a trail!

The feeling of Manuel's comforting hand on his drew him from his spiraling, the dam breaking all at once. Falling to his knees Iida cried out as fresh tears fell onto the cold harsh ground.

To the confusion of the public and many reporters pro heroes stopped being attacked after that. There was no fresh victims to report on and at last the reign of the hero killer had seemingly come to an abrupt and sudden halt. Heroes were finally safe to patrol at night without fear of being targeted...but if that were the case then why didn't they feel safe?

It was never stated a loud but there was a lingering unease in the air and a single question floating about the people.

If the hero killer was truly gone...then where did he go?


Notes:

"OK! Now that that's done lets give it up for the main villain of the arc! Give a big welcome hand for hero killer Stein!"

The curtains swing wide as the music crescendo's to reveal nothing behind the curtain. Doing a double take I start to sweat.

"Haha...um, hero killer Stein?"

Shifting awkwardly I could hear mummering from the crowd as I pull at my shirt collar. Turning my back to the crowd I raise a hand to speak into my ear piece, my voice a panicked whisper.

"Where the fuck is hero killer Stein!?" There's a muffled sound of talking in my earpiece. "What do you mean you don't know? How could the main villain of the arc just up and disappear!? What are we going to do now?"

Another pause. "Skip this arc...are you crazy!? People really like this arc, it's one of my personal favorites! Uh huh, I mean yeah...hard to do the arc when the main selling point is gone. Yes I know the show must go on...but don't you think it's a bad idea to leave such a scary villain to just wander the world of My Hero? Who knows what he will do!"

"Yes I know...but...alright fine."

Letting out a small sigh I turn back around to address the crowd.

"Sorry about that everyone, there was some...technical difficulties. Hope to see you all in the next arc! I'm sure nothing bad could possibly happen..."