Midoriya Izuku clipped the last panel into place on the helmet. The design's base was much like a motorcyclist's, but perfectly sculpted to the measurements of his head. Though, its visor had a great deal of difference as well. It was thicker to hold the LED display that he had programmed last night. "Thank god the school let me put in that requisition order… Honestly surprised they let me…" He lifted the helmet, looking within. The sensors were in just the right place to lay on his forehead while a chip was fitted to lay just atop his ear. "If I did this right, they should be able to read my brainwaves to display all those images I made on the visor…"

Izuku meddled with his hair, slicking it back before slipping the helmet onto his head. His thumb pressed a switch just by his right ear that clicked; causing the circular discs atop his ears to spin. The panels were pulled into place by a wire system and locked into place with a hiss. He then clicked a switch by his left ear which brought the visor to life. The neutral display was a pair of orbs where his eyes should be. He walked over to his laptop before taking the USB cable from it. He pulled on the left disc, having the whole section slip out and unveiling a port for it.

As a few seconds passed, the 'eyes' would blink. "Hm…" His head tilted as he examined the sensors' data, "I can reprogram what already exists, but if I can't make sense of this information, I can't really make it my own…" As his mind tried to relate the data to the display, a new image of a buffering circle played upon the visor. A chuckle escaped his own lips before he ejected the USB from his laptop. "At least it's accurate…" he muttered as the display reverted to its neutral display.

"Aw, that's kinda neat," said a passing Uemura.

Okuma commented, "Bit too cutesy, don't ya think?"

The display became two flat rectangles over his eyes.

"That's pretty funny," she said.

He murmured, "Heart on his sleeve, though… Jeez, didn't mean to annoy the guy…"

Izuku cursed underneath his breath before switching off the display.

"I see you've finally made that helmet, Mr. Midoriya."

"Yeah… I haven't seen if it actually does its job though…" he replied as he fished out Mashi.

Mr. Abraham let out a cough, "Excuse me, I'm a bit parched," before he pulled out a water bottle from his apron.

Izuku braced himself, rearing Mashi back, "Hi…" The bat smacked him in the visor of his own volition, "YAH!" His head flicked back before his hand went to his head, groaning, "Aw, fuck!"

Water rushed out of Abraham's nose before fell into a coughing fit.

Izuku fell into a crouch, "I don't know if that means it works or it doesn't!" He grunted, "Does it work?"

Mr. Abraham continued to cough – not answering his question.

-XXX-

Kyoka took a deep breath as she sat on one of the locker room's benches. She had Orpheus in her lap; her calloused fingertips brushing across the strings. She fidgeted for a moment before blowing raspberries and shook her head. One of her jacks then slotted into Orpheus before the other plugged into her cowl. With a slight twist, she heard the speaker on her chest hum to life. Holding another breath in, she held a note and strummed. The vibrations traveled up her jack, rumbling through her spine before moving through the other. A thrum rumbled from her chest; echoed throughout the room.

She shivered, rolling her shoulders. A cough before she steadied her hands again. She held a single note and began alternating her strumming. Her hand on the neck slid along and back, shifting the tune. The reverberations traveled through her, shaking her spine and rumbling her heart. It made her hand slip and her finger twitch the wrong way.

Kyoka slowly found herself tensing and curling up. She released the guitar, letting out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. Both jacks unplugged before her hands settled on either side of her head. She felt her mutation curl up into rings behind her ears. "Ugh…" She set the Support Arm down, rising to her feet.

She blew air as she wiggled her hands and shook her head. "Blah! Bah!" She jogged in a circle, blowing raspberries. The following noises that escaped her mouth could only be described as incoherent. "Ugh… Jeez…"

Kyoka jogged in place, "Man… I remember this feeling…" She picked up Orpheus, "This'll take some getting used to…"

"What was that?" was said as the locker room's door swung open.

A far calmer voice followed after, "Music?"

"Hello~?" called Tokage as she rounded the wall of lockers. She was in her Hero costume as well: a dark-green catsuit that was segmented much like scales with an asymmetrical zipper and black combat boots.

"Aw, shit…" Kyoka thought, pulling out her phone and ducking.

"Jirou?" said Tokage as Kyoka stood, "What're you still doing in here?"

She flashed the black screen, "Just forgot my phone – started playing something when I dropped it." She forced a chuckle, "The darn thing."

"Ooh, is that what Broccoli Boy made for ya?"

Kyoka was silent for a moment, "Broccoli Boy…? Pack that away for later…" She coughed, "Y-Yeah, Orpheus."

"Does it work?" asked Tokage.

Kyoka blinked, "Oh, uh… Nah…" Another forced chuckle, "It'd be kind of a waste to swing around a working guitar."

"Yeah, I guess – kind of a bummer though…" said Tokage. "It'd be pretty wicked to have a working guitar for that. Right, Yanagi?"

"Sure," said an approaching Yanagi Reiko. Her costume consisted of a cross between a white yukata and a formal suit. "We should get back to the class."

Tokage rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah, the music wasn't a spooky mystery like I hoped."

Kyoka picked up Orpheus, "Heh, yeah…" She twirled it for a moment, "Sorry, Midoriya, I won't be using Orpheus like you wanted for a while…" She paused, "Or actually, I guess I'm gonna be using him exactly how you wanted…"

-XXX-

Hitoshi sat on the bleachers once more, wearing his soon-to-be old Hero costume. His classmates were also in said bleachers in their own costumes. He couldn't help but notice Jirou's costume as well as Orpheus in her hand. She set it beside her as she sat down. They were all chatting and murmuring amongst themselves. Mr. Haimawari descended from the observation deck before making his way to the center of the arena below.

Haimawari clapped his hands, "Students, the week of your Internships is not too far away. Now, you may be off campus but you will be carrying our sigil as well as our name. You will represent me, our principal, and your fellow students." He balled his hand into a fist, "Hold onto your pride, act with honor, and maintain yourselves with dignity." His hands fell onto his hips, "What you're all wearing right now is not just your Hero costumes. They are your uniforms – your badges. It will be how people remember you – Heroes, civilians, and villains." He concluded, "And how you are remembered this coming week, might determine the rest of your careers."

"No pressure, right?" joked Haimawari. "Look, that's the stuff I gotta tell ya, but right now, I'm going to say something you need to hear." His face returned to his previous seriousness, "In spite of what your anxiety might be telling you or what you might hear from people who don't know a thing about you, you were chosen because you are, can, and will be great. I'm going to remind you that when you were selected to be in this Hero Course it wasn't the books that did it. It was the Quirk Analysts, the Principal, your other teachers, me. You were brought in because we knew what you could become; what you are already capable of."

Haimawari crossed his arms, "So, tell those butterflies in your stomach to shove it. Y'all are gonna be fine." He let out a breath, "However, if anything's wrong, the internship is just not what it seemed to be, you can use the Shiketsu app to contact me and we'll get that sorted for you."

"Now, let's get to sparring!" "Woo-Ah! Ha-HA!"

"Aw, Teach embarrassed about all the mushy stuff that came out of his mouth?" called Rin Hiryu. He wore a black, Tang suit; accented with gold, holding a picture of yellow clouds on his back. His arms held gold gauntlets, his pants were black and baggy, and his knee-high boots were white.

Shiozaki said, "It was nothing to be ashamed of!" Her attire consisted of a long, slim black dress with long-sleeves. A lightly-armored vest wrapped around a torso while a white shemagh laid on her shoulders. A black, open balaclava was pulled onto her head with a cut that allowed her vine-like hair through while a chain-mail mask laid over her face.

"Shush!" shouted Haimawari.

"Thank you, Mr. Haimawari!" said Bondo Kojiro. A baggy bodysuit wrapped around his body with an orange belt, gauntlets and greaves. The costume was finished with white gloves and shoes.

"You really like us, huh?" gushed Ashido.

Yaoyorozu said, "I thought it was very heartfelt, Mr. Haimawari." She wore a black catsuit with zippers down her torso, her arms, and sides of her legs. It was accented with red and overall finished with red, ankle-high boots.

"Next person who says something goes first!"

"Did you practice that speech or was it off the cuff?" asked Awase Yosetsu as he stood up. A black welder's coverall covered his body with padding on his shoulders, elbows, and knees. A blue torso harness held a large canvas bag on his back while white boots covered his feet.

Haimawari rose to the Observation Deck, "Awase, you're up against Shishida!"

"Eh, it was worth it," he shrugged.

Shishida Jurota frowned, "I'm not that bad, am I?" He was shirtless, exposing his fur-covered torso. Black cargo pants covered his legs while fur-cuffed boots gave his feet modesty.

"You're tough to beat, big guy," replied Sato Rikido with a soft pat. He had a black body suit accented with yellow, and his extremities were covered with white gloves and boots. Finally, there was a cowl that was pulled off of his head, laying on his shoulders.

"Announcing the Big-Mouthed Welder versus the Amazing Gevaudan!"

"Ouch, Mr. Haimawari, ow, ow, ow," said a smirking Awase as he descended.

Shishida nodded as he made his way, "To a fair match, Awase."

"Everyone's pretty high energy, huh…?" thought Hitoshi.

A blond scooted over to him, "Hey, Shinso."

"Yeah, Kaminari?"

Kaminari jutted his chin the arena, "Who do you think's gonna win?"

"Hm…" Hitoshi shrugged, "Hard to bet against Shishida."

"No kidding – I just hope I'm not against Shiozaki."

Hitoshi leaned back in his seat, "Yaoyorozu's a hard counter for you too."

"Yeah… learn that the hard way," murmured Kaminari.

"How's the job?"

Kaminari chuckled, "Pretty upset I'm taking the week off, but if the school hears about them letting me work there, then we'd all be in trouble so… Y'know, I think I'm off the hook."

Hitoshi blinked, noticing Kaminari's arm, "You don't have the Stein Gauntlet?"

"N-No… I don't…" he said, rubbing his forearm.

Hitoshi cringed internally, "Crap… Shit…" His face contorted for a moment before letting out a breath, "No, no… I said my piece… I can't keep repeating myself…" He pushed out a smirk, "Guess you'll be a hell of an opponent today."

Kaminari let out a small, "Heh…" He rubbed the back of his neck, "Ya think?"

"Yeah, Jirou collapses every time you go, 'whey~'," joked Hitoshi, punching his blond's shoulder.

"Oi, ya prick," lightly spat Kaminari, pushing his friend in turn.

Hitoshi thought to himself as they focused on watching the fight, "Telling him about the sparring lessons feels like a mistake… He'll just trip over himself and put his foot in his own mouth again…" He internally shrugged, "Plus, it's not really his business…"

-XXX-

Izuku carried an unmarked Hero case in one hand while another case was slung over his shoulder. He knew his pace was slowing when he drew closer to the Danger-Zone. Students were leaving since the last bell rang and the halls were slowly filtering out. Izuku stood at a corner, peering at the room's entryway. It wasn't disdain; it wasn't hate, but akin to discomfort – distaste.

"I saw it… All-Might did… And now he does too…"

Izuku gritted his teeth before he dipped away, spotting a blond head exiting the room. The cases were slowly laid on the ground. His body dropped to a crouch as he wiped his face, "What am I doing…?" He chuckled internally, "Kaminari's my friend… and I'm hiding from him like a weirdo…" He rubbed his temple, "What's wrong with you…?"

"Midoriya?" said a familiar voice, knocking him onto his feet.

He turned and saw a familiar pair, "Yaoyorozu, h-hey…"

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Izuku blinked, looking down for a moment, "O-Oh, uh… I was just taking a breather – these cases were pretty heavy."

"Do you need a hand?" asked a guy he saw before. He was wearing a black undersuit with a yellow accent. And that was under a thick, baggy, burgundy suit with a cape and a fur collar. There were multiple tubes and vents strewn about the burgundy suit. He also had a few bits of white armor and a giant left hand.

"Uh, no… Uh…" Izuku coughed, "Sorry, we haven't met."

He laughed, "Only in passing!", extending his hand. "Yoarashi Inasa!"

"Midoriya Izuku," was said as they shook. "He sure is shaking my hand a lot…"

When Yoarashi finally let go, he asked, "You took on that Hero Killer, right?" He clapped Izuku's shoulder, "Well done! Not many people would've run into the fray like that!"

"Loud…" He coughed, "Uh, t-thanks."

Yoarashi laughed, "You're very brave!" His head then tilted, noting, "Or stupid."

Izuku scratched his cheek, "E-Eh… guilty."

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Izuku coughed, "Well, I better get going. Got someone waiting on me."

"Well, don't let us keep you," said Yaoyorozu, tapping Yoarashi's shoulder.

He nodded, waving, "Hm, have a good day!"

Izuku gave a small wave in turn before turning back to his cases, "Was that her Hero costume…?" He shrugged as he left the cases once more, "Hm…" He then cautiously approached the Danger-Zone, tiptoeing to make sure he saw right. And since he did, he relaxed since Shinso and Mr. Haimawari were the only people in the room. "Shinso!" he said as he stepped onto the segmented floor.

Mr. Haimawari had his arms crossed, "Y'know, usually you use a gym for this sort of thing."

"Flying around and potentially crashing a lot?" commented Shinso.

"No, not that bit; the other one, but I see what you're getting at."

Izuku held up the case in his hand, "Got your new suit," then gestured to the one over his shoulder, "and mine."

"Alright, locker rooms are this way," said Shinso, gesturing for Izuku to follow.

"I'll give you two an hour or so. So make it count," said Mr. Haimawari, making his way to the bleachers.

"Thank you, Mr. Haimawari," said Izuku.

"You're welcome, kid." He blinked before asking, "Oh, uh, Abraham said he needed to talk with me? Is he heading over too?"

Izuku paused his step, "Uh, I'm not sure."

Mr. Haimawari looked confused for a moment, focusing on Midoriya, before shrugging. "Hm, I'll give him a call – don't worry about it," waved off the teacher.

"Uh, okay," replied Izuku as he followed Shinso into the locker room.

-XXX-

Hitoshi looked at himself in the locker room mirror. "Out with the old and in with the new…" The base was a jumpsuit that matched the material and design of Midoriya's, but was only colored in black. Lightweight, pleated armor laid upon his chest, upper back, and shoulders. He was given black gloves with carbon-fiber knuckles colored in white. The Maneuver Belt was around his waist with an assortment of utility bags lining it. The straps of the belt laid over his cargo pants which seemingly carried over from the old costume. White gauntlets projected his arms, and black greaves covered his calves. And lastly, there was the simplest part of the suit: the black boots. The colors on the body armor and pants were muted with subtle hues of purple and blue.

"How do you like it?" asked Midoriya, tucking a helmet underneath his arm.

Hitoshi grinned, "It's great, Midoriya."

Midoriya's two-tone jumpsuit was inverted – black being the primary with green being secondary. Olive-green body armor covered his chest, accented with black, with an armored pack on his back colored in white. Black plates were strapped onto his abdomen atop of a green vest. His Maneuver Belt was the same as Hitoshi's but colored in red while exempting the black straps. White gauntlets, elbow-pads, and greaves protected his extremities. He wore black gloves with red wrappings around his knuckles while his red shoes were slipped into metallic boots of a similar shade.

Hitoshi punched his shoulder, "You look like you could kick some ass, too."

"Thanks," said Midoriya as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Let's get started," said Hitoshi.

As they left the locker room, Midoriya asked, "What're we doing?"

"For my lesson? We're just gonna go over some basic techniques." He shrugged, "Simple holds, how to throw a punch – that sort of thing."

"Cool." Midoriya patted Hitoshi's back, "Well, you're in for a crash course."

"Gonna be teaching me a lot, huh?" chuckled Hitoshi.

Midoriya just smiled, "Sure…" A few more light pats on the shoulder, "Sure, buddy…"

-X-

Hitoshi adjusted Midoriya's footing with his foot before taking a step back, "Okay, show me that jab." Midoriya assumed a guard first, and quickly extended his arm straight ahead. "Head's straight, chin's tucked in…" The fist quickly returned to the guard stance. "Didn't pivot your foot this time, good."

"Okay, cross," said Hitoshi. Midoriya pivoted his back foot, rotating his hips and angling his body forward. "Keep that lead foot flat." As he did so, he extended his rear arm, throwing a punch at the air.

"Right hook." Midoriya rotated his body again, putting weight on his lead leg. His lead arm rose to shoulder-height before he pivoted his lead leg and threw the punch. "Kept the angle…" Hitoshi pointed, "Don't lower that rear arm – cover your bases." He nodded, "Okay, left hook." Midoriya moved the same as before except with his left arm, taking into account Hitoshi's previous points.

"Uppercut." Midoriya dropped to a low squat. His right arm fell to the side, keeping his elbow at an angle. His knees straightened and his fist flew upwards before he fell back into a guard.

Hitoshi nodded, clapping his hands together, "Alright, defense." He stepped forward, raising his arms. "Slip," he said as he threw a jab.

Midoriya dropped his shoulder, bending his knee and slipped out of range.

"Roll," said Hitoshi. A hook was thrown and Midoriya dropped underneath the swing to rise once more.

Hitoshi began to call between slip and roll whilst throwing a jab or a hook. After Midoriya got into rhythm, Hitoshi began to purposefully miscall his swings. He threw a hook when he called for a slip and threw a jab when he called for a roll. Hitoshi's punches were light at first but as Midoriya began to learn, he threw harder and harsher. Soon, Hitoshi dropped any and all calls, throwing swings and punches without regard. Midoriya's guard was hit and smacked, but equally managed to dodge the attacks.

Hitoshi laughed after one last swing before taking a step back, "Alright!" He let out a breath, "Okay, I want to test your punches one last time." He held his arms in a guard, knocking his forearms together, "I'm sure the gauntlets can take it, so give me all you got."

"You sure?" asked Midoriya.

Hitoshi blew out a breath, "Yeah, no mercy, man. Come on."

"Alright," said Midoriya as he reared an arm back.

The few test punches they did weren't bad, but since they were at the start of the lesson, it was tainted by jitters and worry. Now, when Midoriya's fist slammed against Hitoshi's forearms, the thought that popped into his mind was, "Oh, shit…" Hitoshi's own hands smacked into his head as he lost his balance, stumbling backwards. It took another step to right his footing.

"You okay?" he heard from Midoriya.

"Damn…" As he fidgeted with his gauntlets, feeling the bruise forming underneath it, he noticed Midoriya wagging his hand, "Right… Midoriya's got a bunch of brute strength in there…" He took a breath, "Y-Yeah… I'm good. You?"

Midoriya flexed his hand, "Kinda hurt."

"Punches do that yeah." Hitoshi patted Midoriya's shoulder, "Think we can call it there."

"Yeah?" Midoriya adjusted his belt, "Ready to swing your whole body instead of our fists?"

Hitoshi's face contorted, "Phrasing was kinda weird."

"Felt weird when I said it, yeah," concurred Midoriya.

"Alright, well, oh wise master, teach me your ways," Hitoshi said with utter neutrality and a half-assed bow.

"Ah-ha! Ready yourself, pimple. This will be a journey," said Midoriya, walking ahead.

Hitoshi thought to himself as he followed, "He's doing you a favor… Don't mention it… You're a pimple now – get used to it…"

-\XXX/-

AN: Chapter 29, Midoriya's bit of an idiot, Jirou's got stage fright, Shinso's got new threads, and Midoriya's got a punch like a freight train. So, I don't have much on the chapter itself. So, I'll bring up my Deviantart page. It currently holds the main six characters newest Hero costumes in the gallery and if you need a visual aid, it is there.

Don't have much else to say. Quit my current job and trying to get a new one. Here's hoping that turns out well.

With that, thank you for reading and criticize away!

Update Window: February 20th - 30th

Intended Due Date: February 20th - 25th