Yoshihara woke up with a headache. Now, that wasn't exactly common, seeing as those headaches were usually a result of not doing her nightly routine. How well she slept the previous night depended on whether or not she did her usual routine of stretches and drinking her warm glass of milk. But last night went a little bit… differently. The reason? Well, she was sleeping next to him.

When her eyes opened, she was greeted with a head of green hair and the sound of soft snoring coming from her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya. A small smile took up her expression as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself closer to him as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck.

Yoshihara didn't want to get up. She was comfortable right where she was, hugging Izuku's waist, her body pressed up against his as they shared in each other's warmth. But, much to her chagrin, she had to get up, which annoyed her. Normally, Yoshihara wouldn't fight the idea of getting up early in the morning, but this was different.

Unfortunately for her, she needed to get up—they both needed to get up. Both of them had school today. "Izuku, get up. We've got school."

"Huh…?" Izuku groaned, shifting in place for a split second. Yoshihara moved her head out of the way as Izuku turned his whole body around, slowly sitting up as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. "Oh… alright…. Morning, Yoshihara…. What time is it?"

Yoshihara sat up, pulling the covers over her chest as she glanced over to the clock on the dresser. In bright red letters, the electric clock read the time as 7:00 a.m. Yoshihara wasn't too worried about the time. They had until 8:25 at the earliest, but even still, 7:00 a.m. was cutting it close. "It's an hour and a half before we have to be at school. There are some more clothes you can change into in the drawers that'll fit you. Get changed, then get out so I can get changed."

Izuku nodded, flipping the covers off of his body and hopping out of bed. He had underwear on, which wasn't what he had been wearing after they… well after they had their fun from last night. "When did you put on underwear?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku sighed, looking over his shoulder at Yoshihara.

"Right. I didn't want to wake you up when it happened, but Yamada-sensei and Aizawa-sensei dropped Kayama-sensei off and decided to sleep on the couches downstairs," Izuku said before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "They also may or may not know about what we did last night."

Yoshihara blinked, confusion marring her expression as she stared at Izuku, slightly dumbfounded. "…what?" Yoshihara breathed out, her eyes widening. They knew? But… how? Unless… "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"N-No! Yamada-sensei went to tell you that they were sleeping on the couch, so you didn't freak out in the morning. B-But when Yamada-sensei didn't see you in your room, after knocking pretty loudly, might I add, I woke up, came out to see what was going on, and all he had to do was look at me, and he put two-and-two together," Izuku explained as Yoshihara sighed.

"And if Yamada-sensei knows…"

"Aizawa-sensei knows," Izuku replied as Yoshihara wanted to bury her head in the preverbal sand. That was beyond embarrassing. Not just because they were found out but also because it was their teacher. It wouldn't be nearly as bad if Kayama-san had been the one to find out. That Yoshihara could live with.

But Aizawa-sensei?

"I-I'm sorry, Yoshihara, I—"

"It's not your fault, and I have no idea why you're apologizing," Yoshihara interrupted Izuku as she ran a hand through her hair. "Look… just get dressed, and then I'll get dressed, then we can deal with it together. Now, get dressed, then get out so I can get dressed. I don't mind you seeing me naked, but at the same time, I'm still a little… self-conscious about it," Yoshihara said as Izuku nodded wordlessly.

Izuku quickly got dressed, wearing the same clothes he had last night because there was nothing for him to change into. When he finished getting dressed, Izuku turned to leave the room, opening the door and closing it behind him, but not before giving her an awkward smile. She returned it, though minus the awkwardness… at least, she thought so anyway. Izuku chuckled, then closed the door, leaving her by herself.

By herself, she let the covers fall and exposed her body to the air, her muscles relaxing as she felt herself melt into the bed. She didn't want to get up. She knew that the moment she did, she would regret it. If last night hadn't proven to her that Izuku might have torn a muscle or two when he was inside of her, then now that it had a chance to rest, it probably would be worse.

"Suck it up, Yoshihara. This used to happen all the time; you just have to get used to it," Yoshihara thought as she pulled herself forward and slowly crawled out of bed, a slight hiss of pain following her movements as she moved her waist and legs. Izuku didn't hold back, it seemed.

In the moment, it felt so good. But now, the aftermath felt like her waist had been stabbed at least ten times, and her legs pounded into dust. Her legs weren't broken. It was just something that happened. There was no avoiding it. The simple truth was that love sometimes hurt.

"Well, here goes nothing," Yoshihara thought as she slowly inched off the bed, and the moment her feet hit the floor, her legs felt like jello. She had to catch herself using Killer Queen's right arm, keeping her up and not falling to the ground face first. "Jesus Christ, what the hell did you do to me, Izuku?"Yoshihara thought, trying to slowly stand herself up. Her lower waist and upper abdominal region hurt. A lot.

The best she could compare it to would be if someone had taken a cinderblock and slammed it into that particular area continuously for about an hour straight. But that wasn't the only part that hurt, oh no, because that would've made things oh-so-much easier. Her upper legs and knee joints also hurt, but not nearly to the same degree as the other pained location.

Yoshihara had been through painful things before. Hell, most of her fights ended up in broken bones and deep cuts and lacerations. But this? This was a whole other level of pain. It wasn't even comparable to those other times. But, unlike those other times where the pain had been caused by someone trying to kill her, this time it was because of something else, or rather, someone else.

It was because of Izuku.

She had been hit by him before, but that was at The Sports Festival and under the condition that they were opponents. But she assumed he'd be softer in any other situation. But now she knew better. She knew that had been a lie.

Now, though, she was prepared. Or, at least, she had expected it. The next time they did this—because there would be a next time—she'd be able to handle it a bit better. After all, the best way to get used to something like that was to do it repeatedly. Considering what kind of activity it was, honestly? If she could do it every day, she would.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was tired from The Sports Festival, she probably would've kept going. She wouldn't have stopped after one round. She probably would've dragged him through at least three. She hadn't felt like that in a long, long time.

Bliss. She had felt pure, unadulterated bliss.

Maybe she had been overexaggerating, but to her, it felt as if she had reached a peak in her life—not the peak, but a peak. One of many she knew she'd have in the future.

Was it cliché? Undoubtedly, not everything had to break the mould. Especially after what happened last night. For the first time since she was very little, she had felt something other than anger. Sure, she regained the ability to feel sadness, and she regained happiness after her and Izuku's kiss, but this?

This was a step above that.

This was validation.

This was what she had wanted for so long, to feel love and to be loved. Something that she had lacked since she was a child. She had never known what love felt like in the traditional sense, nor in the romantic sense. Not until last night.

Last night had widened her eyes to it, and now, she was going to take the day on knowing what it felt like to be loved. Of course, she needed to get over the hurdle that was Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei, but that was fine. She could endure that. She just hoped Izuku could, although, knowing him, he was probably embarrassed.

It took her a little while to get dressed, namely because she was working around the pain in her legs and waist, pain that she was going to have to manage if she wanted to be comfortable for the rest of the day.

She was able to cobble together a decent outfit from what was available to her. Aside from the mandatory undergarments, she found a red pair of pants and a pink cat shirt that was a size too big for her. It was probably one of Kayama-san's, but it didn't matter.

The entire time she had gotten changed, she had to have Killer Queen keep her standing upright. Otherwise, she would've more than likely fallen flat on her face. There was also the part where she had to ignore the aches and pains from having to move her legs.

Although, as she got dressed, there was an… odd thing that she noticed. Specifically when she had put on her bra and shirt. Her breasts felt… oddly sore. Which, again, was odd because Izuku didn't do anything with them. Maybe it was for her pressing against his rockhard, muscular chest so much?

She could see it. But, if that was the case, they'd be bruised, wouldn't they? "Weird…" Yoshihara thought, frowning. It was probably nothing to be concerned about, but maybe she could ask Recovery Girl about it at school. Make a pit stop at the medical ward and ask her instead of having to pay a doctor for it.

Now that she was dressed, all she needed to do was somehow get to the door without falling flat on her face… and do that all on her own…."Yeah, that's not happening…."Yoshihara thought as she sighed. "Izuku, can you help me, please? I can't walk…." Yoshihara called out. For a second, it sounded like Izuku was talking to someone—Aizawa-sensei, most likely—before the door opened as a result. Izuku stepped in, closed the door behind him, and walked over to her with a worried look on his face.

"What do you mean you can't walk?" Izuku asked, his tone filled with concern as Yoshihara let out a soft sigh, rolling her eyes playfully, using the bed and dresser for support to keep herself from falling.

"Why do you think, dummy? I said I pulled a few muscles in me last night, right? Well, it was more than a few, and now I'm paying for it. Now come here and be my crutch, will you?" Yoshihara quipped, Izuku sheepishly looking away, looping his right arm around her left, applying a little bit of pressure to act as a stabilizer. She held onto his left shoulder with her right hand, then pushed upward to get moving, her abdomen screaming at her, Yoshihara biting her lip as she bit back a pained grunt.

The two headed for the open door, keeping at a slow walking pace so that Yoshihara didn't strain herself. The moment they came out of the bedroom, Aizawa was leaning against the wall near the doors, an unamused expression on his face. Immediately, Yoshihara felt that embarrassment from before exploding within her as she blushed.

"Kira," Aizawa began before looking over to Izuku. "Midoriya," he continued before groaning. "Get downstairs. I have some aspirin for you, Kira so that it'll help with whatever pain you're going through. Then, we're going to have a very long, very important talk. You can't back out of it either, so don't argue with me. Think of it as a punishment for being stupid."

"Punishment? For what?" Yoshihara thought, frowning. "What for?"

"For being irrational and, frankly, stupid," Aizawa replied curtly before walking down the stairs. Yoshihara glanced at Izuku, who shrunk into himself. Without saying a word, the pair walked down the stairs slowly and carefully, with each step, Yoshihara winced.

By the time they got to the main floor, Aizawa was already sitting with Yamada on one of the couches. There was an aspirin pill and a cup of coffee waiting for her. There was also orange juice, which she assumed was for Izuku. Aizawa and Yamada already had their cups of coffee with them in their hands, and while Yamada had an almost sympathetic look on his face, Aizawa had nothing but a stern, very serious expression.

"That… doesn't bode well…" Yoshihara thought to herself as Izuku helped her sit down. When she did, Killer Queen grabbed both her pill and the coffee. She took the aspirin without any hesitation and chased it down with the coffee. It was slightly bitter, but it was nice and warm. It really was a good way to start the morning. It was just too bad she didn't really like coffee all that much.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Aizawa finally broke it by sighing. "All right, let's get this out of the way. None of us want to have this conversation, but it has to happen. I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from both of your mouths so that I know for sure. Don't lie to me either, got it?" Both Yoshihara and Izuku nodded as Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose before grumbling something under his breath and then speaking. "Neither of you used protection or took any protective measures last night, correct?"

"Yes/Correct," both Izuku and Yoshihara said at the same time as Aizawa frowned.

"Right, so, do either of you know how stupid that is—"

"Sho, c'mon man, you don't need to lay it on thick, do ya?" Yamada quickly interrupted as Aizawa's frown deepened, looking over to Yamada.

"Yes, I do. I wouldn't have cared if they were adults. If they wanted to do something like that as adults, then that's entirely up to them. Hell, even now, I don't care all that much. The fact that they did this is irrelevant." Aizawa paused before looking back to Yoshihara and Izuku.

"That being said, you're still children. Teenagers or not, you're kids. While I don't care what you do in your free time together—you can do the deed like rabbits if you so choose as long as you get school work and training done—the least you can do is make sure no accidents happen when you're doing it. Did you even check to see if either of you had STIs before you had sex? Or was that just an afterthought?"

Izuku faltered for a moment, his face turning red with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Yoshihara was stone-faced. She was good at keeping a straight face, but she had to admit that she, too, was a little bit on the flustered side.

"In my defence, I had to do checks like that every week. I assume Kayama-san told you about my history?" Yoshihara asked as Aizawa nodded.

"While I don't approve of what you did, yes, I am aware. I'm also aware you have trauma linked to that, but I digress. You're off the hook. I know you're clean. I've seen your bill of health. I'm more referring to Midoriya," Aizawa said, looking over to him. "You do know that STIs don't even require contact with another person in that kind of way, correct? You just need to get their blood on you. You could've even gotten one from when your mother kissed you when you were an infant or something minuscule like that. Fuck, you can get one from swimming in a public pool. Do you have any idea how dangerous unprotected sex is?!"

Aizawa turned his rant over to Yoshihara before levelling a red-eyed, Quirk-activated glare her way, which made her flinch. "And you. You're the most at risk for something happening. I shouldn't even have to say anything. You already know what I mean. Of all the stupid, illogical, downright idiotic things that you can do—especially in this current system—you decide to do the one thing that can and will fuck you over!"

Genuine frustration was leaking into Aizawa's voice. It almost sounded like he was projecting something onto them, and from how Aizawa spoke, and the fact he was starting to look distressed, Yoshihara was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Before Aizawa could continue, Yamada put a hand on his shoulder.

"Shota, slow down. Go grab Midoriya the spare uniform from your trunk and get Kira that cane Shuzenji gave you when you first got out of the hospital. I'll take it from here," Yamada said, his voice reassuring as Aizawa let out a calming, if not shaky, breath. Without another word, Aizawa got up from the couch opposite Yoshihara and Izuku before walking over to the elevator.

Once he entered the elevator and the doors closed, Yamada sighed. "Look, you guys—"

"We know. We fucked up, okay?" Yoshihara grumbled, rubbing her arm sheepishly.

"No," Yamada refuted, crossing his arms. "You didn't fuck up. Don't get me wrong, Shota was right. But…" Yamada paused, shaking his head. "Back when we were in our high school years, we used to know a guy. Sadly, he's passed away now for reasons I won't get into, but Shota blames himself for it."

Clearing his throat, Yamada continued. "We didn't know it at the time, but our late friend made a huge mistake. He was dating someone at the time, and, well, they did the devil's tango. Sure enough, the girl wound up pregnant. Back then, it was still legal to get an abortion. But the problem was that the girl's parents refused to let her. They were one of the very few Christians in Japan. They saw abortion as evil, and…."

"Her career stopped before it even began," Yoshihara said as Yamada nodded.

"Yeah, it did. Now, here's the real kicker, though. Shota felt so guilty for what happened to our friend that he decided to step up in our late friend's stead. A noble thing, really. He isn't an active force in the girl's life, nor the child's, but he's there when he's needed. The kid's 13 years old now. Her name is Tatsuka Ichinuma. Sweet kid. She's been over a few times, but I digress."

"And… he's worried that Yoshihara would wind up in the same situation," Izuku muttered, a slow look of realization crossing over his face as his eyes widened.

"Bingo. Right on the mark, little listener. Not even because you'll die at some point, but just in general," Yamada said, uncrossing his arms as he leaned forward slightly. "Shota cares. He cares a bit too much, in my opinion. But he just doesn't want to see someone's career get snuffed out so quickly."

"But it won't happen. I know it won't," Yoshihara said as Yamada raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" Yamada asked incredulously, a stern expression on his face. "Unless you got your tubes tied when you were still working with Tomodachi-san, then you can still get pregnant. Unless, of course, you were born infertile," Yamada said as Yoshihara shifted uncomfortably.

"No… I suppose you're right," Yoshihara grumbled before she gained a fierce look in her eyes. "But, regardless, I know more about myself than you do. I'm fine, all right? I appreciate the concern, but I'm completely, 100% fine right now. Besides, there are signs from day one when a girl gets pregnant, yes? I haven't experienced any of those yet, so therefore, I'm not. This conversation is over."

Yoshihara stated firmly, leaving no room for argument. After a moment, the elevator door opened, and Aizawa came walking out. He still had a visible frown on his face, but he had clearly calmed down. Before he could open his mouth, Yamada spoke. "Don't worry about it, we spoke more. She wants to stop the conversation for now."

"I—"

"Sho. Seriously. Drop it for now," Yamada interrupted as Aizawa sighed.

"Fine," Aizawa said as he sat back down, crossing his arms as he relaxed on the couch. "However, I do want to add one more thing. I don't care when you do it, but preferably before or during your internship—because that is happening this week—I want you to purchase and take a pregnancy test," Aizawa said, staring intently at Yoshihara, who scowled.

"Aizawa-sensei, with all due respect, I think I'd know if I was pregnant or not."

"A lot of people say that, and then a week later, they start getting symptoms of being pregnant, brush it off, and move on until it becomes increasingly obvious. That, and God forbid you did get pregnant, then we'll have to either suspend you until it's over or work around your schedule. It's not just for my peace of mind, although that does play a factor. It's to help you in case you are," Aizawa said as Yoshihara's scowl lessened to a frown.

"Okay… Let's say I humour this request of yours. Why the hell do you care so much? Yamada already gave me a reason, but I want to hear your reason. Why does this matter to you at all? I hardly know you outside of you being my teacher and that one time you helped me with that Stand User," Yoshihara said with a clear hint of annoyance in her voice.

Aizawa scowled, uncrossing his arms as he sat up straight. "For starters, I'm your teacher. It's my job to be concerned about your health. Secondly, and I know this is stupid and cliché, but I'm playing the concerned adult card. Finally, as I said, if you did get pregnant—"

"—Which I'm not, and I don't know why you're worried about it—"

"—that's not the point," Aizawa stressed, narrowing his eyes before breathing out a sigh of frustration, calming himself. "If you did get pregnant from the irrational decision you made, then it lets me plan around your schedule. Due to that, quite frankly barbaric, law that was put in place, we wouldn't be able to secure you an abortion should it come to pass."

"Couldn't she just blow it up with Killer Queen?" Izuku asked, earning confused stares from everyone, including Yoshihara. "W-What! Did I say something wrong?"

"First of all, assuming I was—which I'm not—but assuming I was, my bombs cause external damage as well as internal. I'd kill myself if I did that. Not to mention all the problems that would come from that. Second of all… actually, that's about it," Yoshihara answered as Izuku laughed nervously.

"O-Oh…"

"Anyways, can we please move on from this? I just want to get changed into my school uniform so we can leave," Yoshihara said as Aizawa frowned before ultimately relenting.

"Fine. But I'm serious, you need to take that test. If you don't get one, I will. One way or another, it's happening," Aizawa stated as Yoshihara rolled her eyes. Honestly, he was being too paranoid.

She would be fine.

The rest of the morning was filled with awkward silence. Izuku and Yoshihara ended up having some toast with coffee for breakfast, and then 20 minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei ushered them to get ready for school, but not before giving Yoshihara the cane.

The cane was a simple wooden cane. There was nothing special about it, aside from Recovery Girl's logo carved into the side of the wood. There was also a cushioned bottom so that when the cane was used, it wasn't loud.

Once she acquired her cane, both Izuku and Yoshihara went to change into their uniforms. Izuku helped her up the stairs and into her room so that she could change. She would've used the cane, but the stairs were shaped in such a way that it would be awkward for her to use it going up the stairs.

When she was done getting changed into her uniform, she was able to walk down the stairs by herself using the cane that Aizawa-sensei gave her. It was cumbersome, but it was better than waiting for Izuku to get changed.

When Izuku got changed into the spare uniform, he said the pants were a little too tight, but he'd be fine. That was enough for Aizawa, who shrugged. Izuku figured that was better than not wearing the school uniform.

Ten minutes later, they went to the car, but not before Aizawa woke Kayama-san up. She was not pleased to be woken up, but Aizawa didn't seem to care. He told her to do something for her hangover and then call the school to say she was ill and that Aizawa would cover her for the day.

That reminded Izuku to text his mom to tell her that he was alright and heading to school. She responded with a simple "I love you" and "Have a good day." After that, the group of four hit the road.

The drive from the suite to U.A. wasn't all that long, giving them almost a full half an hour to spare before the first bell. Aizawa and Yamada dropped them off at the front gates, Izuku helping Yoshihara out of the back seat before waving their teachers off. When they walked past the gates, a few people gave them weird glances. Some even whispered, while others pointed. Eventually, someone approached them. That someone was Kishibe.

"Well, lookie here, the two top placers of The Sports Festival getting out of the same car, walking next to one another, and doing so without any shame. If I were to know any better, I'd say you two were dating! But I don't know, so I'm just assuming."

Yoshihara raised an eyebrow. She was not in the mood for any antics right now, and she made that apparent enough by summoning Killer Queen behind her, what with it glaring daggers at Kishibe, who recoiled at its appearance. "Look… Kishibe, whatever you want, just spit it out. I'm not in the best of moods right now. I'm in a lot of pain, and the only thing keeping me from snapping your neck is my tiredness."

Kishibe scowled, huffing indignantly as she put her hands on her hips. "Well…! I wanted to congratulate you two on winning The Sports Festival. And! That I'm sorry…. I… should've learned the whole story before judging you, Kira-san." When she said that, Kishibe bowed. Yoshihara frowned but accepted the apology nonetheless.

"It's alright, Kishibe. It's in the past now, and the media lost interest. That means most people will, too. Especially with Aizawa-sensei clearing things up on my behalf," Yoshihara replied, Kishibe rising from her bow before smirking.

"Good. Because now that we've moved past that… I still have my own personal gripes with you, what with you being related to my great-great-grandfather's biggest enemy! Just because I apologized to you doesn't mean that we're on equal footing, got it!? One of these days, I'm going to beat you myself! Mark my words!" Kishibe declared, storming off toward the entrance of the school, leaving behind a confused Yoshihara and Izuku.

"What was that about?" Izuku questioned as Yoshihara shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Honestly? I have no clue. Let's just get to class," Yoshihara replied, walking alongside Izuku, relying mostly on her cane to keep herself from eating the pavement. When it came to the stairs, Izuku helped her, and when they got inside, they quickly found Class 1 – A.

When they got there, Ida greeted them. Unlike most times, when he greeted them with a firm voice and a confident demeanour, this time, he seemed a little bit… sad.

"Good morning, Kira-san! Midoriya-kun! How are you doing today?" Ida asked. His eyes followed over to Yoshihara, and he noticed her cane. "Oh? Did something happen, Kira-san? I mean, Midoriya-kun did hit you pretty hard during the final battle… will you be all right?"

Yoshihara smirked at his concern. Honestly, it was a refreshing contrast from the snark that Kishibe had given her earlier, something that didn't go unappreciated. "Thank you for the concern, Ida. And yeah… Izuku did injure me, but I should be fine sometime in the afternoon. I took some pain medication for it, so no worries," Yoshihara said, earning a firm nod from Ida.

"Very well!" Ida said, watching as Yoshihara walked away and made a beeline for her seat. While most of everyone who had come in early didn't pay her any mind, Yaoyorozu was still watching her like a hawk. As Yoshihara walked to her seat, Ida hummed. "She's in a good mood this morning. Usually, Kira-san is a bit grouchy. I guess she got a good night's sleep," Ida commented, sitting back down as Izuku hummed.

"Well… she's not in a "good" mood, per se. She's in a lot of pain, and I guess she's just pushing past it so it doesn't affect her too much. She is in a better mood compared to earlier, though, so that's a start," Izuku said, earning a nod from Ida. Izuku went to go take his seat, but not before glancing back at Ida, eyes filled with concern as he did.

There was something wrong with him. That much was as obvious. But even so, he didn't know what it was. Izuku hadn't seen or heard the news this morning, so maybe it had something to do with that. Whatever it was, he hoped that Ida would bounce back from it. Seeing him so doom and gloom, even if he was trying to hide it, didn't make him look good.

Sooner rather than later—Izuku nor Yoshihara didn't pay attention—everyone else filtered into the classroom, all of them chatting about the aftermath of the Sports Festival. Yoshihara was able to spot Josefumi, who sat down in his usual seat. He was chatting with Kaminari. He noticed her and waved at her, to which she waved back.

A few moments later, Aizawa walked into the class, clearing his throat, which had been enough to get everyone to sit down and quiet down, much to his surprise.

"Mornin'…. You lot stopped talking faster than last time. I'd say that's an improvement, but I'm not here to hand out medals," Aizawa stated, walking to the front of the class.

"GOOD MORNING, SENSEI!" Everyone repeated back to the tired man, who smirked. Out of everyone there, however, it was Tsuyu who spoke up to start the morning conversation.

"It's Good to see your bandages off, Aizawa-sensei!" Tsuyu said, earning a hum from their tired homeroom teacher.

"The old lady's treatment was excessive. But never mind that. Today we've got hero informatics class," Aizawa said as several people began to mutter. Yoshihara wasn't the biggest fan of this class, in particular. The way Aizawa taught it made it one of the hardest in the whole school. It went over laws that heroes and heroes-in-training couldn't break. Funnily enough, she found out that heroes weren't barred from killing villains, though it was heavily frowned upon. There was no punishment for it.

"Good to know going forward…."Yoshihara thought before she had been broken out of her thoughts by Aizawa speaking again.

"Today, you'll be coming up with your hero aliases," Aizawa deadpanned as the whole class cheered with an uproar of applause, much to Yoshihara's dismay, as her headache spiked from it, resulting in her covering her ears. Thankfully, Aizawa got everyone to quiet down before the headache could get worse. Aizawa sighed, deactivating his Quirk, picking at his left ear with an annoyed look on his face.

"But first…" Aizawa began, taking the finger out of his ear and wiping it on the podium he stood in front of, dropping the annoyed expression and adopting a serious one. "Concerning the Pro Draft that I spoke briefly about before The Sports Festival, it's based on who the Pros think will be ready to join the hero workforce after another two or three years of experience. So you could say that it's a way for them to show interest in you guys' futures. But… there's ample time for their interest to wane before you graduate. And any and all offers can be arbitrarily revoked. It happens quite often."

A hand was raised in the class as Aizawa honed in on Josefumi, the person who had committed the action. "Yes, Kujo?"

"So… if I'm understanding you correctly. If we get picked now, all that means that the pro heroes will be acting as pseudo-teachers who will stop teaching us how the world of heroics works if they lose interest. Which means we need to keep their attention and prove to them that we're more than what we are now, and do so consistently over the years?"

Josefumi's question filled the room with a slight bit of tension, which morphed into worry and concern when Aizawa nodded. "Yes. That's correct, Kujo. However, for right now that doesn't matter. Now, here are the complete draft pick numbers."

Class 1 – A Draft Pick Results

Midoriya: 4,002

Kira: 3,699

Todoroki: 2,694

Tokoyami: 192

Ida: 106

Yaoyorozu: 98

Bakugo: 68

Sato: 60

Uraraka: 43

Kujo: 38

Sero: 22

When Kira saw the number of offers she got, her eyes widened with surprise, horror, and awe. "three-thousand-six-hundred-and-ninety-nine… what the fuck? Did everyone change their minds or something!? Or are they going off of my performance during The Sports Festival and ignoring what got the public outraged in the first place?"

"Typically, there is more of a spread. But, it would seem that our top 3 stole the most spotlight," Aizawa said, the class erupting into conversation over the results. However, out of everyone there, Bakugo had been the one who was the most annoyed out of those who were a bit bummed by the results.

The Sports Festival had been his time to shine. To show the world that he had what it took to be the best, only to be bested by some shadow wolf and… well, boot-hair didn't have his crappy hair anymore because of him, which mended a little bit of his pride, but that didn't change anything.

He was still beaten by him, which ultimately led to him getting far fewer offers than what he wanted to have. It pissed him off, but, in an uncharacteristic move that even he realized, he kept his calm. He kept his calm because at least he got offers. Some of the other extras didn't get any at all.

Although, if there was one thing that really, really set him off about this whole ordeal. It was the fact that Deku got the most offers out of everyone in the class. Just over four thousand heroes wanted that shitty nerd. What was worse was that, somewhere, deep in his mind, he understood why.

The nerd was strong.

The nerd. Was strong.

It bore repeating a third time. The. Nerd. Was. Strong.

"I still can't fucking believe that shitty little Deku got strong!" Bakugo thought, his teeth grit in anger, his fists trembling as he looked at his desk. He took in a silent breath, and let it out. He needed to calm down. "For fucksake, calm yourself. Don't blow up in class. Bad idea. You don't want Eraser to get pissed at your outburst. Deal with Deku later. Focus on the now. Not Deku."

"With that settled, whether or not you were picked or not, you will all have a chance to work alongside the pros. Indeed, you all have already experienced more than most, but seeing the pros in action and taking part yourselves will still be worthwhile training," Aizawa said, a chill running down a few people's spines.

Many thought back to the USJ, the villains, and the fight for their lives. Ochako and Ida especially. It was their first and only encounter with a Stand User, and neither of them liked it. Though Ochako had another encounter in the form of Hitoshi Shinso, she mostly forgot what happened. She didn't know why, but she did.

Outside of those depressive thoughts of nearly dying, something came to Ochako's mind, but Rikido had beat her to it. "That's where our hero names come in!" Rikido declared as Ochako smiled, excitement flowing through the classroom.

"Oh! This is really getting fun!" Ochako said, a faint blush on her face. In the back of the class, Yoshihara couldn't help but admit that Uraraka was right. She still felt drowsy, but that was to be expected. It was still early in the morning, and while coffee usually woke her up, it took more than one cup to do that. Her attention focused back on Aizawa as he continued talking.

"They're only tentative, but you still want to pick something appropriate. Otherwise, you'll pay for it in the future. Now, I planned for Kayama-sensei to take over, but something came up, so she won't be judging the names you lot are going to be picking. So, in her sted, I'll be passing judgment on the names you come up with," Aizawa said, scratching the top of his head as he cleared his throat.

"I'm not too good at it, but I'll try my best. Just keep in mind that the name you pick may be what the world ends up calling you. That's happened to far too many pro heroes, for example: the late Death Arms. Before his passing, he had a hard time getting the general public to trust him due to his scary appearance and equally scary name. Don't let that be you."

A few of those in Class 1 – A glanced over at Yoshihara, who wasn't paying attention. In all honesty, she forgot that Sheer Heart Attack had killed Death Arms. It had happened half a month ago, which basically made it ancient history to the media machine. To go in line with that, not only did they stop bringing it up, but they also seemingly only cared about the fact that it was Yoshikawa that she killed over a pro hero. "Goes to show just how much the public thought of him," Yoshihara thought, twirling a lock of hair with her index finger.

"What future do you see for yourselves? The names that you choose will bring you ever closer to cementing a certain image within the minds of the public because names are capable of reflecting one's true character. You'll have fifteen minutes to come up with something. Wake me up then," Aizawa said, bringing out his sleeping bag while grabbing twenty pieces of presentation paper with a black border. He passed them to Aoyama, who then took one and passed the stack down.

Eventually, all of the presentation papers were handed out, and each student worked hard on thinking of a hero name that fit them and what kind of hero they wanted to be. Yoshihara grabbed a black Sharpie from her blazer pocket, tapping the capped top on her chin as she thought of something.

She hadn't thought about a hero name, namely because it wasn't something that interested her. But, she assumed that calling someone their name as their aliases was lazy. If Kayama-san had been there, she most certainly wouldn't have allowed it, and heavens knew that Aizawa wouldn't. And so…

"Yeah… this'll work."

Fifteen minutes passed, and that was when Aizawa rose from his sleeping bag, looking just as tired as usual as he yawned. "All right… that's time. Let's go in alphabetical order using your last names. That means Aoyama, you're up first."

Aoyama took in a deep breath, building his courage as he got up from his desk and approached the podium; Aizawa moved out of the way so Aoyama could take center stage. He kept the card to himself, closing his eyes as he readied himself. The class chattered amongst one another, though it was quickly silenced by Aizawa narrowing his eyes.

"Here I go… I'm The Shining Hero: I Cannot Stop Twinkling!"

"THAT'S A WHOLE SENTENCE!" Almost all the class shouted in unison, once again making Yoshihara's head hurt. "Seriously, what's with this headache? I mean, it's calmed down, but this is not what I signed up for today…."

"Hmm. Well, It's not bad. Though, I think dropping the "I" and shortening the "cannot" to "can't" will make it easier to say. Do that, and it'll be better," Aizawa said, earning a thankful nod from Aoyama.

"I see, merci monsieur!"

Aizawa nodded, then looked at his attendance list. "Alright, Ashido, you're up next. What've you come up with?"

Ashido skipped up to the podium, vibrating with excitement. She was giddy, and it showed. "Alrighty then! Call me The Ridley Hero: Alien Queen!"

Aizawa scratched his chin, muddling it over in his mind. "Hmm… Alien Queen. I take it that's a reference to the sequel Alien films. Not many people are aware of that movie, seeing as it's so old. Had this been a decade or so ago, I'd say the name would be risky, but seeing as acid is part of those creatures' biology, and seeing as your Quirk is Acid, then I think it matches. It gets a pass, but I suggest you change it soon, seeing as people might get the wrong idea. Or, you can keep it. Up to you."

Ashido nodded, walking back to her desk, her smile ever present as Aizawa huffed. "Asui, you're next," Aizawa called up as Asui approached the podium. She placed her card front in center for everyone to see.

"I've had this thought out since Elementary School… Call me The Rainy Season Hero: Froppy." Asui said, an involuntary 'ribbit' forcing itself out as Aizawa nodded.

"Makes you sound approachable. Good choice. Go back to your seat. Bakugo, you're up next," Aizawa stated as the brash blond bomber approached the stadium, bumping into Asui accidentally, grunting out an apology. When he did, though it was so quiet, she barely heard it. When he made his way to the podium, he slammed the card down with a thud, scowling.

"King Explosion Murder."

Aizawa huffed, shaking his head. "Drop the "Murder" and you're good. Alright?" Bakugo clicked his tongue, turning his board around and wiping off the bit of marker he had used to write "murder" then showed it again.

"There, just King Explosion. That better now, teach?" Bakugo said as Aizawa nodded. With that, Bakugo went back to his desk, crossing his arms as Aizawa called up the next student.

"Ida, you're next," Aizawa said as Ida tensed. He wasn't ready to present his hero name, namely because he didn't have one. Not yet. Of course, the obvious choice would be for him to inherit the name "Ingenium." But…

"My life as a Hero… as Ingenium… it's over, I think…."

"No! You still have so many people to inspire, brother! I Don't… I can't… I won't accept it!"

"I don't… Like it either… So… If you're willing…. My name… Inherit my mantle."

"…We're sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Ida… Tenya Ida… but early this morning, at 3:30 a.m., Tensei Ida passed away from his injuries… we did the best we could…."

"Ida. Are you listening? Your hero name, what is it?" Aizawa asked, snapping Ida out of his thoughts, his eyes a little watery from remembering his brother bruised, hurt, and on the point of death in the hospital bed, only for him to die hours after their visit. He blinked those tears back, stood up from his desk and took his piece of presentation paper up to the front of the class.

When he placed it on the podium, he was met with confusion, for it only read his name: Tenya. "I… I can't take up the name Ingenium. For now, just call me Tenya," Ida said as Aizawa nodded.

"I see. I'm sorry for your loss, Ida. Tensei was a good man, I knew him here as Class B's class representative back when I was still going to school, but it must hurt more for you, being his brother and all…." Aizawa said as Ida sucked in a deep breath as he nodded.

"Thank you, Sensei…. May I… go for a walk, I need to clear my mind…."

"Yes, you may. Take your time," Aizawa said as Ida put down his presentation paper and left the classroom. Yoshihara watched as he did, concern on her face as he walked out. "So… that was what was distracting him back at the Sports Festival. His brother was in the hospital… and now he's dead. I hope Ida feels better soon… going through something like that… I can only imagine the grief…."Yoshihara thought as Aizawa cleared his throat.

"Alright, the next one up is… Kaminari," Aizawa continued. He marched up to the front, slapping his presentation paper down with a smirk.

"How's this? You take Charge, and you mix it with a Lightning bolt. What do you get? The Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt!"

Aizawa nodded, smirking. "Creative, you get an all-clear. Go back to your desk," the black-haired teacher said as Kaminari did as he was told. The man looked at the list, then nodded. "Kirishima, you're up"

The red-haired teen approached the podium, putting his piece of paper down with a loud thump. "This is me, The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot!" Kirishima said, his eyes sparkling as Aizawa's eyes opened slightly wider than their usual half-mast.

"Ah, a homage to The Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot. Are you sure about that? A lot of respect comes with that name. Your homage might catch the attention of his old fans and with someone with a similar name popping up after his mysterious disappearance…. Some people might get the wrong idea…. Even so, That's a lot of responsibility, you know…" Aizawa warned as Kirishima nodded.

"Yeah, I know that! But I'm ready for that pressure! After all, I wouldn't have picked it if I hadn't!" Kirishima replied, a wide smile on his face as Aizawa smirked.

"Very well, then, if you're sure about it, head back to your desk. Kira, you're next," Aizawa said as Kirishima walked back to where he sat. Kirishima looked over his shoulder at Yoshihara, seeing the contemplation on her face, and he gave her a thumbs-up.

"You got this, Kira-san! Just go with your gut feeling!" Kirishima said, earning a smirk from her. She murmured a thank you, taking in a deep breath, a wave of pain washing over her. Yoshihara grunted, taking the cane that she laid up against the wall behind her, as well as the presentation paper.

When she stood, she hissed in pain, the cane helping relieve the pressure on her legs. She walked, more-or-less limped, to the podium, and when she got there, she faced everyone with a neutral expression, or as best of a neutral expression as she could, discomfort clear in her eyes as she cleared her throat.

"I came up with this on the spot, but I think it fits. I'm The Deadly Hero: Killer Queen." As Yoshihara said that, Josefumi looked at her with a skeptical look, but shrugged. Aizawa nodded, if only reluctantly.

"Yeah, I guess that fits. Using the negative press in your favour I see. Well, if you wish. Good enough. Let's speed this up! Your next class is coming up, and we don't have all day for these! Kujo! You're next, get up here."

The two cousins passed one another, Josefumi giving Yoshihara a concerned glance, though she dismissed it with a limp hand wave. When he got to the podium, he placed his card down on the table and then smirked. "I'll keep it simple. Just call me The Bizarre Hero: Jojo!"

Aizawa nodded, smirking once again. "Another Homage, this time to your father, heh? Jojo, Joekid… nice. All right, back to your desk, Koda; you're up next!"

The rest of the morning class came and went, and plenty of different names came and went. Some were creative, like Anivoice, Earphone Jack, Dupli-arms, and Uravity, and others were basic, like Sugarman and Tailman. Todoroki pulled an Ida and went with his name, Shoto, though he had no profound reason; he just wanted to.

A few that stood out to Yoshihara were Cellophane ,aka Sero's hero name, and Tokoyami's name, that being Tsukuyomi. Eventually, it came down to Izuku, who had to leave midway through the class due to desperately needing to use the bathroom, and Yaoyorozu.

"Alright, Problem child. You made us, but more importantly, me, wait because of your bathroom break, so this better be good," Aizawa said as Izuku sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well… I had a few ideas… but, well, I guess I've been influenced by a few people. I was originally going to do something else, but… well, this name… I used to hate it… but then, a friend of mine mentioned how it sounded like something else, and.. well, I decided to pick that. I didn't want to be called that nickname as my hero name. It would've been a play on words, but… it comes with too much baggage for it to represent me. So, just call me The 100% Hero: Dekiru!"

Uraraka smiled, as did Yoshihara. Uraraka smiled because she was the one who told him that Bakugo's nickname for him, Deku, sounded like Dekiru instead. Yoshihara smiled because she was glad he didn't actually go for Deku. After all, she would've had to have slapped him up the back of the head for that. As for Bakugo, he sneered. It felt like Deku was rubbing it in at this point, and he was not happy about it in the slightest.

"Hmph… interesting. "You can do it" Hmm… well, I don't suppose why not. Fine then, it gets a pass. All right, the last one for the day, then we move on to something else that's related before your next class begins. Yaoyorozu, you're up."

As Aizawa said that, Izuku walked back to his desk, nodding to Yaoyorozu as he sat down. The ravenette coughed into her hand and presented her name. "I kept my Quirk in my mind when I came up with this, so please, call me Creati!"

"Hmm, good. It sounds cute and makes a point of letting others know that you're good on the spot with creative tactics… yup, that gets a pass. Go take a seat, and can someone please—" Before Aizawa could finish his sentence, Ida came back into the room, the whites of his eyes tinted red and with stains on his cheeks. His lip was firm as he walked in, muttering an apology as he sat down, shoulders tense and fists shaky.

"Right. Ida, I'm glad you're back. I'll make you an appointment with Hound Dog later. For now, I'll end class today on this note. For those of you who didn't get drafted, don't worry about it. The other staff members and I will draft up a list of heroes who are willing to take anyone under their wing starting Monday. The same goes for those who did get drafted. We will get those lists together over the weekend. Until then, think long and hard about what it is you're looking for in an internship, got it?"

"YES, SENSEI!" Everyone shouted, earning a nod from Aizawa as the bell rang. The doors opened, and Cementoss came in.

"Just in time. All right, see you all at the end of the day. The floor's yours, Ishiyama," Aizawa said as the man made of solid concrete nodded, a small smile on his face as he did.

For the rest of the morning, Ishiyama-sensei taught them literature, though Yoshihara had a hard time staying awake. She had no idea why she felt so drained, and it was starting to get on her nerves. She had a decent night's sleep, so it wasn't as if she was sleep-deprived. The only thing she could think of was the aspirin making her sleepy. If that was the case, she hated it.

Yet, despite her drowsiness, she pushed through the rest of the Literature class, and as the bell rang for lunch, Josefumi and Izuku both walked up to her. Izuku's expression was one of concern, much like it had been for the whole day, whereas Josefumi looked a little perplexed. Izuku reached his hand out for her to take, which she did without hesitation, and Josefumi grabbed her cane for her.

"Thank you, you two. Let's go find Karera and then eat lunch," Yoshihara suggested, and Josefumi nodded.

"I second that notion. But, I gotta ask. Killer Queen? Really? You're naming yourself after your Stand?" Josefumi said as Yoshihara scoffed.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first, so there," Yoshihara said as Josefumi scowled, looking away with a hint of indignation in his eyes, passing her the cane. Izuku chuckled at the joke as he helped Yoshihara up, and at the same time, she took her cane from Josefumi and balanced herself with it.

The group of three exited the classroom, walking at a measured pace. Since none of them were in a rush, they took it slow so that Yoshihara wasn't left behind in the hallway. In the hallway, Karera spotted them out of the corner of her eye, waving them down as she spoke with someone that Yoshihara hadn't seen since the recommendation exam: Setsuna Tokage.

"Kira-chan! Fumi-kun! Midoriya-san! How're you guys doing?" Karera said, a small smile on her face as she looked over to Yoshihara, an eyebrow raised. "What happened to you? What's with the cane?"

"I pulled a few muscles, and now it's hard to walk…." Yoshihara said sheepishly, her eyes glancing over to Izuku unknowingly. This made Karera's eyes widen and her jaw slightly agape at the unintended implication.

"No. Freaking. Way. Okay, girl, you have to tell me about that later. There is no worming your way out of it. On another note, Have you met Tokage-chan?" The tonal whiplash that reaction gave Yoshihara, Izuku, and Josefumi was enough to make them recoil. But, seeing as it was clear that Karera glossed over that for a reason, they played along with it.

"Oh, Tokage? Yeah, we met back at the recommendation exam. We haven't talked since then, though," Yoshihara said as the green-haired girl nodded, her lip slightly upturned. Her dark green eyes stared at the blonde with a conflicted gaze.

"Yeah, we haven't spoken since then. You've been pretty busy, what with your whole controversy and all that jazz," Setsuna said, crossing her arms as she adjusted her weight to one leg, adopting a sassy pose. "Your teacher seemed to get you out of that hot water, but don't think for a second anyone in Class 1 – B believes that hogwash."

Immediately, the air became tense around the group. Yoshihara's left eye twitched as, without warning, Killer Queen summoned behind her and jabbed Setsuna in the stomach, making her flinch backward and double over in pain. She was tired, in pain, and soooo not in the mood to deal with anything related to that mess.

"Kira! What the hell was that for!" Josefumi exclaimed, Soft & Wet grabbing Killer Queen's wrist as both Stands stared into each other's eyes. "I get that it was uncalled for, but there's no need to do that!" Josefumi continued, watching as Killer Queen batted away Soft & Wet's grasp, returning to its user as Yoshihara scoffed, glaring at Setsuna, watching as Karera helped the dazed and confused girl up.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with petty people today. I'm also not in the mood to deal with delusional people either. I'm sorry if I ruined your plans, Karera-chan, but I'm leaving," Yoshihara spat, limping away on her cane as Izuku stared at her back, worry on his face. Izuku looked over to Setsuna and helped her up, his worry going toward her as well.

"I'm sorry for Yoshihara… she's in pain and a bad mood today. I don't know why. It might've been something she ate. But please, don't antagonize her about that. I can assure you that what she did that day was self-defence. If you don't believe her, and If you don't believe our teacher, then at least believe me and the others who say that what happened at Love Love Deluxe that day wasn't her fault. She was attacked first by that crazy woman, not the other way around. It was self-defence. Honestly, it was."

Setsuna looked at Izuku, shaking her head before walking away. "Sorry, Greenie, but from the looks of things, you're her boyfriend, which means you're biased. I don't listen to biased parties. Catch you later, Sakunami-san. I'll see you in class," Setsuna said, leaving the group of three behind. Karera bit her lip, sighing.

"Damnit… and here I thought I could add someone to the friend group. That turned out rotten. But, uh… we should probably catch up to Kira. I doubt she wants to be alone. That, and she looked like she could fall over at any moment. I mean, seriously, did you see how pale she was?" Karera asked as Izuku rubbed the back of his neck.

"I mean… She was a little pale when we got to school, though I chalked that up to her just being tired, you know?" Izuku replied as Josefumi nodded.

"Well, let's go catch up to her. As Karera said, I doubt she wants to be alone. If she's feeling a little under the weather, then being around friends, and in Midoriya's case, Boyfriend would help." At that, Izuku stammered, earning a smirk from Josefumi. "Come on, Midoriya, it's pretty obvious. I saw her glance at you when she mentioned "sore muscles" when Karera asked about the cane. I'm not dense, dude."

Izuku wanted to die of embarrassment. Being called out like that was something he hadn't expected, nor did he like it in any sense of the term. But, Josefumi was right. Being by Yoshihara's side was important right now, and him standing around being flustered over the two before him finding out about that so easily was not helping.

"Right… Uh… let's go!" Izuku said, the group of three chasing down the hall after Yoshihara. In the back of his mind, he really hoped that she was doing okay. Josefumi had only pointed it out, but now that he was noticing it, she really did look pale.

He really hoped that whatever it was would pass eventually. To get sick just before internships would be pretty bad. It would limit the amount of time she would've had with her hero of choice. For her sake, he just hoped that she'd get better soon.

Even if there was a bitter-sounding voice in the back of his head that was telling him that it was related to what they talked about this morning, he did his best to ignore it.

It was better if neither of them thought about it.

[XXXX]

Toshinori sat in the teacher's lounge, holding a cup of piping hot tea, sitting at one of the computers in his skinny, though notably way less sickly, form, looking over the list of Midoriya's offers. There was a lot, and it was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. His performance at the Sports Festival had wowed thousands of heroes across Japan, many praising him for his "quick-on-feet" thinking.

And it was true. Izuku had been a quick thinker when it came to battling, though that mostly came from his ability to analyze his opponents at wicked-fast speeds. It was a quality of his late master and one that he was glad he found in Young Midoriya.

Even still, the fact that so many people wanted to offer him a spot at their agency was insane. But, then again, he guessed it made sense. He made waves during The Sports Festival. Whenever he showed up in the arena after his fight with Young Todoroki, the audience went wild.

He couldn't blame them either because it was truly awe-inspiring. The feats he was able to pull off—especially knowing the fact that he came from nothing all the way to where he was now in a matter of months—were second to none during The Sports Festival. If he had been honest with himself, he had expected Young Midoriya to be defeated by Young Todoroki.

He was glad that he had been proven wrong.

Although, out of everything, he had expected Endeavor to be furious that his son lost. However, it was the exact opposite. He was quite happy, muttering something about how "it was about time" and things in that general line of thought.

Toshinori didn't know much about Endeavor's family life aside from the rumours that had been spreading about how he abused his children. Toshinori would've liked to think that Endeavor wouldn't do that, so he tried his best not to hear the rumours.

That being said, getting back to the topic at hand, Young Midoriya still had a long way to go. This meant that this internship that he was going to take starting Monday had to be with someone who could help him harness the power of One For All better than he already had at this current moment. If Izuku was going to be able to surpass him and become Japan's next Symbol of Peace, then he needed to become better at handling One For All.

Right now, based on what Izuku had told him two days before the Festival, he could safely handle 5% of One For All using his new Full Cowling technique. Granted, Izuku was still figuring out Full Cowling, as he did break a few toe bones and fingers using the Quirk.

That being said, it would only take him a while to fully master that, and then he could climb up in the percentages. Increase the power and train his body so that he can eventually handle the full strength of One For All.

"Yagi, can I talk to you?" The sudden voice of Aizawa caught Toshinori off guard, nearly making him spit out his tea on Aizawa, had it not been for him swallowing it faster. Aizawa was not amused by this and gave the shrivelled man a blank stare. "Really?"

"A-Ah, mu apologies, but yes. Uh… what is it, Aizawa-kun! Is something the matter?" Toshinori asked as the tired pro-hero sighed.

"Yes. It revolves around Yoshihara Kira. You're teaching the last class today, Heroics 101, correct?" Aizawa asked as Toshinori nodded.

"Yes, I am! I saved my energy for lessons today, but, uh… might I ask how this applies to Young Kira?" Toshinori asked as Aizawa groaned.

"I was getting to that, Yagi. I'm going to ask you to exempt her from class. She's in a lot of physical pain, and while I was originally going to send her to Recovery Girl to get her soreness checked out, I noticed that she had been exhausted all day throughout all of the classes, so all that would do would make things worse," Aizawa explained as Toshinori nodded in understanding.

"I see… well, if it can't be helped, then I will do as you ask. But do you know why she is sore?" Toshinori asked as Aizawa frowned. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two adults until finally, Aizawa sighed.

"I'm sorry, Yagi, but I can't go around saying that. Student-teacher confidentiality. If you want to know, you'll have to speak to Kira about it," Aizawa said as Toshinori hummed. He took another sip of his tea, then nodded.

"All right then. If that's what needs to be done, then I'll exempt Kira from class for today. Do you have some extra work for her to do?" Toshinori asked as Aizawa shook his head.

"No. But she does need sleep. I know that much. I want you to send her to the nurse's office so she gets some sleep until after school, where I'll pick her up and bring her home. Nemuri originally wanted her home, but I told her no because she has to pick up a few things that I'm not going to entrust to other students."

Toshinori once again hummed. Whatever it was that happened to Yoshihara must've been bad if even Nemuri wanted the poor lass home. "Is she sick?"

"Sleep deprived and in a lot of pain. As far as you're concerned, that's about it. Given what I know… I'm worried. But I think she'll be fine. As I said, just exempt her from class and have one of the other students take her to the nurse's office, preferably not Yaoyorozu. We both know they had some kind of childish spat going on right now. This will only fuel that fire," Aizawa explained, his eyes widening for a second, almost as if he had just remembered something. "Oh, and keep an eye on Ida. I'm sure you heard about what happened to Tensei, right?" Aizawa asked as Toshinori opened his mouth to speak, only to look away with a gleam of sadness in his eyes.

"Yes. It was all over the news this morning. "The Turbo Hero: Ingenium passes away after a two-day hospital stay after encountering The Hero Killer." I just hope that Ida's family is doing well. The loss of a family member… it can be devastating at times, especially when they're an active person within their family's life…." Toshinori said, thinking back to his master, shutting his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

"Hmm… Yeah, I know what you mean," Aizawa said, his voice distant. He cleared his throat, then turned around, heading for one of the computers. "I'm going to go start setting up some lists for my class in terms of Internships for this coming week, at least for the ones that don't have anyone who volunteered to take them. Just keep in mind what I asked of you."

With that, Aizawa left the thin man alone to continue his work. A lot had happened over a singular day, and all of it was seemingly bad. Young Ida, for starters, lost his older brother to the Hero Killer, and whatever happened to Young Kira that caused her the pain she was experiencing. The drowsiness was clearly because she was sleep-deprived, but still.

Maybe it was something that happened during The Sports Festival? It was a physically intensive event. She might not've been paying attention and pulled a few muscles or sprained a leg. At lunch, he had noticed her using a cane. That, and she did look a little bit paler than usual. "Oh well, nothing a simple rest couldn't fix," Toshinori mumbled as he cleared his throat.

"Think about that later. Focus on seeing who would be the right pick for Young Midoriya's internship, and recommend it to Young Midoriya!"Toshinori thought as his hand drifted toward the mouse. He scrolled down the list a little bit further, and his eyes overlooked the thousands of names that didn't stand out to him. Out of all the people on the list, one name caught his attention, making his eyes widen and his jaw almost dropped open.

"But that's…!" Toshinori nearly shouted, almost falling out of his chair in the process. Before he could fall and hit his head, a piece of grey fabric wrapped around him, keeping him still. He looked back to see Aizawa, shaking his head at the man, slowly lowering him to the ground with his capture scarf. While that would usually embarrass him, right now, all Toshinori could think about was who it was that offered Midoriya an internship.

"I can't believe it… does he not trust my teachings? Oh no…. I just hope he doesn't try and pull that prank on him. It'll only make Young Midoriya panic… But he was my sensei, so I have to put a degree of trust in him. Young Midoriya, you're going to be in for a rough internship…."

[XXXX]

Out of all the things that Kira had expected to happen during Heroics 101 later that day, being approached by All Might and having him tell her to go lie down in the nurse's office was not one of them. However, it wasn't as if she was going to fight it. She had been dead tired all day, and a part of her wondered if it had something to do with her mind not being happy with her for not doing her routine.

For as long as she could remember, and by that, she meant for as long as she had been living in Musutafu, she had been doing that routine every night, without fail. So, of course, the one night she doesn't do it, this happens. She had tricked her brain into believing that doing what she did every night would be what allowed her to have a decent night's sleep.

That, and what kind of person would argue about getting some extra sleep? Only a fool would, especially after just how little of it she got last night. Truth be told, the whole night, she had tried to fall asleep, but something had been bothering her.

Maybe it was because she felt too hot after what Izuku and her had done, but regardless, it stopped her from falling asleep as easily as she usually did. She had no idea what time it was by the time she had gone to bed, but it could have been before midnight.

When she got to the nurse's office, Recovery Girl let her have one of the more secluded beds to lie on. To give her privacy, she put the wrap-around curtains up so that no one would bother her until it was time to go home.

When she laid down on the bed, it was almost instant. She was out like a light, and it felt good. Her eyes had been so heavy that just keeping them open was a chore. Yoshihara had thought that maybe eating something would get her blood pumping—and it did! For all of twenty minutes. After that, she was back to being dead tired. At least she wasn't in as much pain as she was in this morning. The aspirin helped, even if only a little.

The bed wasn't that comfortable, but it was better than nothing. To her, all that mattered was getting some well-needed sleep…. Until it was interrupted by a hand clasping her shoulder and shaking her. When her eyes opened, she was greeted by Aizawa, looking down at her with a tired gaze. "Evening, Kira. It's 5:30. I let you sleep for a few hours instead of waking you up at the bell. More importantly, how're you feeling?" Aizawa asked as Yoshihara slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Drowsy… probably from being woken up," Yoshihara replied as the black-haired man grunted. He had a bag in his right hand, and when she saw it, she frowned. "Is that what I think it is? You seriously bought it… really? I told you I'm fine," Yoshihara snarked as Aizawa rolled his eyes, an annoyed look on his face.

"If you remember what I said this morning, I said that I wanted you to take it on your internship or take it before you did it. Period. You're not being given the choice, Kira. This is your health we're talking about here, and even if you don't want to, I need this information. If you had been smart we wouldn't be having this discussion," Aizawa said as Yoshihara narrowed her eyes.

Killer Queen's right arm appeared by her, swiping the bag out of Aizawa's hand as she peered into it. In the bag was a Pregnancy Test, expected and unwanted, but next to it was Volume 1 of Pink Dark Boy, which made Yoshihara raise an eyebrow.

"Pink Dark Boy?" Yoshihara muttered as Aizawa shrugged.

"Thought I'd balance out the annoying gift with something more up your alley. It's by the late and great Rohan Kishibe. It's a bit dated, but still really good. I recommend it. It'll be a good read during your internship on Monday," Aizawa said, crossing his arms as Yoshihara narrowed her eyes.

"So you're just going to give that stupid test to me and a book that, while I am grateful you bought, I've never heard of before? Look, Aizawa-sensei, I'm fine. I don't need the stupid test, I know my body more than you, I—"

"I'm not going to repeat myself. You're taking that test, and I don't care if I have to stand outside of the bathroom of your suite in order to get you to do it or if I have to tell whoever you're interning with to ensure that you do. This is important, so stop arguing about it," Aizawa said, his voice firm.

Yoshihara didn't say anything. She just looked at the floor, clear annoyance and frustration written all over her face as Aizawa frowned. He crossed his arms, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to get his point across without being abrasive. Finally, after a few moments, he was able to think of something.

"Look at it this way, Kira. You're under the weather right now. That much is clear. Say you're not pregnant, which I do believe to be the case despite everything I've said; what's the harm in finding out so you don't have to worry about it?" Aizawa stated as Yoshihara looked away, narrowing her eyes, annoyance still strewn on her face, making Aizawa's frown deepen.

"Look. Kira. You might like to try to predict how the world around you goes. But it is wholly unpredictable. Why else do you think the saying goes: The weather-man gets it right only 25% of the time? No one can predict Mother Nature, and neither can you. I don't want to pull the concerned adult card again but think with your brain and not with your gut. Do what you know is smart, and take the test. It doesn't have to be right this second, but the doctors usually say that it's good to do so one week after bumping uglies with your significant other; that way, you get the most accurate result. Okay?" Aizawa said with an almost fatherly tone to his voice. Yoshihara hummed, mulling over Aizawa's words.

It wasn't as if he was wrong. He was right, and that annoyed her the most. The idea that Aizawa was right about something that didn't have anything to do with school annoyed her. But then again, it made sense. She often paid attention during sex-ed back in Aldrea for a good reason, so ignoring the advice that they gave during their lessons was a stupid thing to do. So, begrudgingly, she bowed her head, sighing as she did so.

"Fine. You win. I'll take the stupid test. On another note, I already have an internship in mind… I had a lot of notifications come to my phone during lunch, an email being one of them, notably from The Speedwagon Foundation. If I can be authorized to go over to America for my two-week internship, then I'll start packing a bag for it when I get home. I fly out on Sunday, if that's alright with you, Aizawa-sensei," Yoshihara explained as Aizawa grumbled.

The Speedwagon Foundation, led by America's number 2 – Joe Kid. He had taken students from U.A. before, and all the time they came back infinitely stronger, wiser, and smarter than they had been previously. Jonathon was a good teacher, and U.A. often let him take kids, but this time his choice was a little weird. The staff had gotten an email from him listing the names of the two students he wanted.

The first one was his son, Josefumi, which was obvious. But Yoshihara…? Aizawa thought about it some more and then concluded that it probably had something to do with the fact that she had a Stand. Aizawa wasn't slow; he knew that was probably the main reason. But, in the back of his mind, something was telling him that there was more to it.

In years past, Jonathon would only take one student. But now he was taking two? That didn't line up with his usual M.O. But, then again, he could just have a lot more free time on his hands. After all, it had been a pretty slow year with criminal activity in America after the country's sweeping Death Penalty for villains took effect. It didn't matter what the crime was; if you were a villain and had a violent history, you would be sentenced to Death.

Apparently, it was a really good deterrent. Criminality dropped by about 25% in the last 3 years. The President of The United States seemed to have a good grasp on crime, and he had even lifted a few laws that were viewed as extremely controversial. He didn't, however, lift the one that everyone was upset about still existing, which was the same law that was enacted in Japan, though at a far later date.

Aizawa didn't really pay attention to international politics. It bored him out of his mind. But at the same time, the US was a special case. In the past, when they had fallen to Fascism for nearly two decades, the world was closely watching what had happened in that place. It was way in the past, easily 30 years before he was born, but he digressed.

That hardly mattered. The point was that ever since then, and ever since their reform, Aizawa had been keeping a close eye on the US. There was nearly a world war scare because of them and their recent bout with fascism, so he still had to be on his toes in case something like that happened again.

Whatever the case was, the fact that Jonathon was willing to take two students proved either one of two things. One: He had a lot more free time on his hands. Or, two: He needed extra hands around The Speedwagon Foundation because of something happening. Either way, Aizawa didn't see a problem in letting his two students enroll. So, with a nod, Aizawa spoke.

"I'll go confirm it with Headmaster Nedzu. Knowing him, he'll allow it, and then you should be good to go. Have a nice flight, and keep in mind what I told you, Kira. You might be busy in the next two weeks, but you still need to keep what I said in mind. I want an email back about the results, and depending on what they are, I'll try and warp your schedule around it," Aizawa explained, heading for the door, but not before looking over his shoulder and giving her a concerned glance.

"I don't say this often to my students. But you're heading to America, so I won't be able to reach you in person if something happens. As your teacher, that worries me, so stay safe when you get there," Aizawa said, turning his back to her as he began walking out of the room. "I'll wait for you by the car so I can drop you off at the suite. Don't make me wait too long."

Aizawa left the room, leaving a tired, annoyed, and confused Yoshihara. She sighed, looking into the bag and staring at the test with a gleam in her eye. "He's making a big deal out of nothing. Nothing is going to come of this. I'll be fine."

Yoshihara closed the bag, grabbed her cane, and got down from the bed. She had a bag to pack, preparations to make, and training to do. She didn't have time to be sick or to worry about something that wasn't going to happen.

But… If Aizawa was insisting on it so much, then she guessed it would've been a good idea to humour him, even if it was only once. She looked over to Recovery Girl, who was busy typing something up. She smiled at her, then went back to work. Just before she left the room, however, she heard Recovery Girl say something.

"You should listen to him, missy. You never know how things might turn out," the older woman said, catching Yoshihara's attention as she turned around. She was standing in the doorway, looking at her with an unreadable expression. "I can read between the lines, sweetie. You know, I was your age when I had my son. It nearly ruined my life. But I'm glad I went through with it. Now I have a beautiful grandchild. But I never would've known about it till it was too late if I hadn't listened to my father. While Shota isn't your dad, it's clear he cares about you. Don't brush off his concern like it's nothing. You might believe something, and you might cling to it, but it might not match the truth, sweetheart. Remember that. Or don't. These are just the ramblings of an old woman. It's up to you to decide…."

Recovery Girl walked back to her desk past the doorway. Yoshihara stood there for a few moments before shaking her head. It didn't matter. This was all stupid, and by the time her internship was over, whatever illness was plaguing her would be long gone.

Everything would be alright. And why wouldn't it? Her streak of luck might have been disrupted by a small illness, but it would go away, and then it would be nothing but going up from there.

After all, she was Yoshihara Kira. Luck was on her side that day, and it would be for the foreseeable future.

She had nothing to worry about.

-To Be Continued in - Meeting The Joestars - part 1-