A brand new school term. A fresh start after everything that came before. The entire class of 1-A having taken a big step forward toward their futures as professional heroes. Well, except one of them.

In any case, it was a morning to which everyone seemed to awaken to good vibes. Ready and excited to get back to class and put the oddly stressful summer behind them. What a divergence from most students.

And Saiki, he might have awoken to the best feeling. A familiar feeling. One he had experienced plenty of times. One he had experienced on his first day studying at UA, in fact. The feeling of warmth and wetness being lavished over his cock and balls. The feeling of lips and tongues worshipping his manhood. And as his eyes opened, he saw two sets of eyes looking up at him from between his legs. Momo and Kyoka both waking him up with some personal service. Momo's loving gaze and Kyoka's sardonic look while the former peppered his shaft with kisses and the latter sucked on his balls.

History repeating, but in an even more pleasant and honest manner.

And to put the cherry on top of this delicious sundae of a morning, Katsumi hanging from the ceiling. Equal parts furious and horny beyond all reason. Her anger muffled by the gag in her mouth as she watched impotently, two other women servicing her man. Her anger undercut by the juices from her bare pussy dripping down onto Kyoka's back.

"Good morning, girls. Momo, Kyoka," he said their names with appreciation before looking up and adding with smarm, "Katsumi."

"Rrrrrrgh!"

"I don't think she likes being left out like this, Momo," Kyoka said mildly, joining her girlfriend in kissing her way up his shaft.

The wealthy girl sighed in faux disappointment. "I know, but she must learn how to behave herself."

"Can I give her a reward for being patient?"

"If you like."

Looking up at the blonde, Kyoka smirked. "I wasn't sure about this, but watching you stuck halfway between horny and pissed is straight up hilarious." Kyoka moved to stand on the bed, her earjacks snaking out to loosen the bindings on Katsumi's lower half. A method of untying her that left the punk's arms free to catch the bomber's legs and part them.

"Try saying that after you untie my hands, Ears!"

"No, I think I can say it right here," she answered, burying her face in the blonde's pussy, presumably to spell the words out with her tongue.

Meanwhile Momo was happy to take the extra room to deepthroat her boyfriend's cock, fucking her own face on his girth with skill gained from experience.

"Ngh, fuck!" Saiki grunted as Momo dove all the way down, swallowing around him. Milking his cock with her throat muscles to drain out his cum like his cock was a straw. "You girls are the best."

With effort, the girl beautiful both inside and out worked her way up and off his cock, making sure not to spill a drop of his cum. Panting when her mouth was finally empty. "Thank you!" With a sudden movement, knowing he wasn't close to done if he ever could be called done, She moved up and turned around, presenting her full ass for him to grope before sinking her pussy down over his still hard cock. "Kyoka, come here!"

Kyoka's lips detached from Katsumi's lower lips to look, seeing Momo leaning forward and presenting her open mouth and hanging tongue. Shifting her position and pulling Katsumi's hanging body along, she moaned as she placed her own pussy over Momo's waiting lips and tongue. "How does it feel, knowing you're two whole steps removed from enjoying his cock, 'Bombshell'?" Kyoka taunted before getting back to eating box.

"Hah! F-Fuck you!" Katsumi squealed in an unintentionally lewd way. Declaring just how much she hated and loved it all at once.

Life was good.

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Back to class. So strange. It had been easy to forget they were actually students for a while there. With so much going on, and being so dedicated to training, and the exam. It felt almost like they had already graduated. In a sense they had. But in another sense, they hadn't. There was still a great deal to learn and funnily enough, the exam itself told them that. By just how much the participants who were second and third years knew to do and the UA students didn't. The upper years were in control in a way that the first years simply weren't. That was what they had to learn. They were (mostly) considered responsible enough with their quirks that they could act as heroes. They weren't heroes. But when they completed their training, they would be.

"It's good to be back," Momo said, walking at Saiki's side.

"Well well, Class 1-A!" a vaguely familiar voice spoke, coming from a blond idiot skulking around a corner. "I heard a rumour that one of your vaunted class failed to pass the license exam! How embarrassing for all of you! Suddenly the lustre seems to be dimming!"

"Yeah?" Kirishima asked. "Bet you failed too, just like at finals."

"Ha! Actually, all of us passed!" Monoma corrected him with a smile and flamboyant pose. "Like I said, you're falling behind!"

"Sorry," Todoroki mumbled, facing the wall. "I let everyone down."

"Hey, it's no big deal!" Kirishima tried to comfort him.

Saiki sighed in annoyance at both himself and Monoma. Because he knew what he had to do. His wings emerging from the new folds in his uniform shirt, he grabbed the blond and carried him up to hang him from a light fixture.

"Wha– Hey!"

"If you're done making a scene," another voice that was vaguely familiar emerged. "People are trying to get through."

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" another female voice. Itsuka Kendo emerging along with several other members of 1-B. Her hand enlarging to pull Monoma down. "Is this how a hero course student behaves?! You I expect it from, but Yaoyorozu I expected better than you just standing by as he manhandles another student!"

Hitoshi Shinso sighed wearily, realising no one had actually listened to him and instead were only making things worse. So he simply shouldered his way through the crowd.

Meanwhile Momo looked away, ashamed. Only for Saiki to step between her and her fellow class representative's lecture. "Your problem is with me, thanks. As for acting like a hero course student, maybe you should tell him that. If he wants to talk shit and kick people when they're down, he can deal with the consequences."

"I mean, I heard what he said, Kendo," another member of the other class mentioned. If Saiki remembered right his quirk was something to do with air, but he couldn't recall the name. "Kind of a jerk thing to say."

"Even so, that's our problem to deal with," she retorted, not looking away from the boy in front of her, even as she slapped hand over Monoma's mouth to prevent him from undermining her point.

"Then you know what? Deal with it. The next time he decides to run his mouth like that, I'm shutting it for him. You," he said, looking at the boy who started it all. "Every time you decide to talk shit, you're declaring to the world you can't back it up. Stop embarrassing yourself."

He left the altercation behind in anger, wincing as he heard Momo trying in vain to smooth things over.

"Dude, that was a little harsh," Kirishima said as he caught up on one side of him.

Kaminari appeared on the other. "Yeah, I mean, I get it. Todoroki didn't really deserve that when he's already beating himself up but still..."

"... I'm not that nice," Saiki admitted. "I never have been. I just got good at pretending, but you all could still tell on some level. So if no one believes it anyway, what's the point? That guy needed a telling off, and it's the same tribalism crap he was spouting that got that girl defending him."

"If you were trying to squash the us vs them thing they have going," Kaminari said as he looked over his shoulder at the rapidly dispersing rival classes, Momo in particular looking more furious than he had ever seen her. "I think you kinda messed up."

"Yeah," Saiki admitted. "But also no, that's not why. If they want a rivalry... Fine. Whatever. They can do what they want. But people like him piss me off."

"I mean yeah, he talks a lot of crap, but–"

"If all he can do is talk, what's the point of opening his mouth? That's what bothers me. If all he does is try to bring people down, he doesn't deserve to be above anyone. He and I aren't that different. He wants to prove himself same as I did. But even at my worst I never sank that low." He could see he wasn't convincing them. Which was fair, as he was only barely convincing himself. His distaste for that kind of person, the type of person he could so easily have been, it was strong. "He can take the energy he's wasting on being a braying jackass that makes everyone look down on him, and put it into improving himself. Or he can keep going as he is and see where it gets him. Either way, it's only my problem if he makes it my problem."

"And talking mess about Todoroki makes it your problem now?" Kirishima asked.

"... I guess it does."

The students gathered in the outdoor auditorium, hearing a speech from Principal Nezu. Talking about the hardships they had gone through and that they would overcome together. Reminding them they would be the inheritors of their society. All very inspirational.

But incidentally mentioning something that caught attention. Something Tsuyu decided to bring up once they returned to class.

"Mister Aizawa, I was wondering what the work-study programs were that the principal was talking about. I don't think I've ever hear heard that term before."

"Nn," the eternally dull-voiced hero and teacher grunted. "I wasn't going to bring this up yet, but since you asked. Work-study apprenticeships are an opportunity for hero course students to work as heroes. Like for the internships you did earlier this year, but much closer to the action. A way to get real experience under your belts before you get thrown to the wolves when you graduate."

"So it's like the next level of the internships," Iida surmised.

"Wait, so why did we work so hard at the sports festival then?!" Ochako asked, leaping from her chair in a surprising and confusing show of anxiety. It took a moment for Saiki to remember she had really gone above and beyond during that event, doggedly getting blasted in the face over and over again by Katsumi.

"Sit down," Aizawa ordered. "I was getting to that. The work-study program isn't available by default to all students. Frankly you wouldn't even need to think about this until your second year, but given recent circumstances and how you have your licenses, it's expected you'll be given the opportunity. However," he continued, stressing the word. "These apprenticeships are not provided by UA like the internships were. If you want to participate in one, it's on you to line up the opportunity yourself, ideally using the connections you made during your internships. Networking, that sort of thing. This isn't a school assignment. It's a real position at a hero agency. A real job with real responsibility and real pay, all while continuing to keep your grades up for the duration. It's not something to take lightly, and it may be more difficult for those of you who went to a UA-provided internship to even get the chance."

"It isn't a requirement, and for some of you it wouldn't even be ideal. It's an opportunity to be taken if you believe you can handle it." The teacher's eyes moved to look at the girl who made the outburst. "Does that answer your question, Uraraka?"

"Ah, yes sir, sorry sir," she said much more meekly, ducking her head.

"Good. We'll talk more about this later this week. For now, it's time for classes to start," Aizawa said opening the door and walking through it. The door only staying shut for a split second before–

"I'M BACK ON THE AIR! ARE YOU READY TO LEARN SOME ENGLIIIIIIISH?!"

The class continued from where they had left off before summer. The same standard fare courses expected of their education level. Hero training classes wouldn't be until the next day. Saiki was glad for the straightforward classes filled with material he largely already knew. It gave him a chance to think on more important matters.

Real pay. Real pay. Real pay. The two words chimed in his head like a bell ever since Aizawa had said them. It felt almost silly to focus so much on that one aspect, but he was after all, an orphan used to living on very little. The idea of a chance at more money, while also padding his résumé, while also networking with and learning from current pro heroes. Aizawa had said it was an opportunity for those who believed they could handle it. Saiki had often struggled with the idea of whether he could be the best, but never whether he was good enough. He decided in that moment alone, he would get an apprenticeship.

The how remained a difficulty, however. He had worked with precisely one hero during his internship. He had kept in contact with her. Full contact. Excessive contact, some might say. And as biting as she could be, both figuratively and literally, Mirko seemed to have developed at least a little bit of appreciation for him against her better judgement, whether she would admit it or not. That was all well and good.

But...

She had said. From the very beginning. When she offered him an internship spot, it wasn't out of any kind of camaraderie or interest in teaching the next generation. It wasn't because she played well with others. She bluntly and explicitly told him she only gave him the chance because she thought he was pathetic and wanted to quite literally beat him into shape. Which she did. Thoroughly. He might have returned the favour by quite literally fucking her into a puddle of their combined fluids, but that didn't change the fundamental problem.

Mirko was a lone wolf. Or rabbit. Under normal circumstances, she didn't play well with others. She did team-ups, but she was an agency of one and she liked it that way. It wouldn't matter what he said, she wouldn't take him on as an apprentice. And so acquiring such a position would take a little more work. He would need to talk with her about it come the weekend regardless. See if she'd have any advice for him at least.

Classes continued with little interesting happening for the next couple of days. Save for one confusing evening during which Izuku said there was a weird face in the floor trying to peek up her skirt.

It... Sounded far-fetched, but hey, quirks could do a lot of things. But on going to investigate there was nothing and no one there, and so Saiki put it out of his mind, suggesting Izuku try to get more sleep that night. Even if she wasn't seeing things, it wasn't bad advice.

The next day, what seemed like it would be just another day of classes, started much more strangely.

"I said at the start of the week we'd talk more about the work-study program," Aizawa stated. "Now that we've ironed out the details for how that will work for first year students, we're going to talk about that now. You can come in," he finished in a slightly louder voice than normal. An equivalent to shouting for him.

The door opened, three students entering the classroom, all of them with third year markings on their uniforms. "As a way to give you more details," Aizawa continued, "We're letting you talk to some students who have been part of the work-study program tell you more about it. What you can expect from it, how it will affect your schoolwork, that sort of thing. These three students are third years at the top of their classes and thus the pinnacle of UA. You can think of them as the Big Three."

Saiki's lips pursed at the impressive title. It wasn't like Aizawa to give such high praise. One of the boys looked dull and uncomfortable. Saiki's attention focused almost entirely on the cheerful girl with assets to rival Momo and Izuku.

And the third–

"Ah!" Izuku gasped suddenly, pointing dramatically at the blond boy with what already looked like a heroic disposition. "AHHH! THAT'S THE GUY WHO LOOKED UP MY SKIRT!"

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