"I hope I have everything," Ochaco said for the fifth time, crouching down to check through her bags.

Kaminari, who had been close by, frowned at that. "What's the big deal? If you forget something I'm sure your agency will let you run to a shop and get something. Or if its simple enough I'm sure you can bum it off someone."

"Bum it off?" Ahsoka asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well yeah. Like if you forget a toothbrush or your underwear."

"…wow," Shinso said, staring right at Kaminari with just a single eyebrow cocked. Ahsoka fought back a snicker at that, as for Shinso that was basically like clapping his hands against his cheeks and making the biggest 'O' face ever.

'Honestly, he has the emotional control of a jedi,' Ahsoka thought.

Kaminari frowned, turning to stare at Shinso. "What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what's the big deal?"

"You would share underwear?" Shinso asked.

Izuku crinkled his nose. "It's the toothbrush that I'm sticking on."

"What's the big deal with sharing a toothbrush?" Kaminari asked, confused. "You put toothpaste on it when you use it… that means you are cleaning it when you clean your teeth."

"That's… not how that works," Ochaco said.

"It totally is!" Kaminari exclaimed. "That's science! Same thing with bath towels!"

"Aren't you failing science?" Jiro said, glancing away from the conversation she'd been having with Momo.

Kaminari face faulted at that. "Why do you have to bring that up?" he whined. "We're having a nice discussion!"

"I am not sharing a toothbrush with Mirko," Ochaco complained. "And how would it even work with underwear? She and I aren't even the same bra size!"

Kaminari frowned. "Can't you just… shift things?" He reached up and, cupping his hands, moved them up and down.

Jiro stared upward towards the heavens while Ahsoka and Ochaco just shared a look. It didn't miss Ahsoka's notice that Izuku was glancing about anywhere but the girls… and especially their chests. It made her wonder just what was going through that head of his.

"How aren't you worried about making a good impression?" Ochaco asked Kaminari.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "We already made our good impressions… we made our great impressions! They asked us to be their interns… they wouldn't have asked that if they didn't want us they wouldn't have asked."

"YOU IDIOT!" Bakugo roared, suddenly popping up next to Kaminari and making the electrical-quirked teen nearly leap out of his shoes. "We still need to make a good impression on the heroes! You think they will let you stay for the full internship if you slack off?! Use your fucking brain, you idiot!"

"Come on, they wouldn't-"

"YES THEY WOULD!" Bakugo bellowed, causing Kaminari's hair to be pushed back. "If they can't trust you to remember your pajamas you think they will trust you to remember the proper gear in the field? Capture gear or equipment to take down a villain? For fuck's sake, at this point I wouldn't trust you to remember to wipe your shitter before you pulled your pants on!"

Kaminari's eyes went wide at that, swallowing nervously. "They… they wouldn't really think that, would that?"

"Of course they fucking would!" Bakugo snapped. "And if you fuck up this internship they will make sure to let EVERYONE know how bad you did! A good internship can spread the word and help you get a better one in Second Year… and if you fuck this up you won't even get a pity request!"

Ahsoka remained quiet. While she wasn't a fan at all of how Bakugo was saying it… she had to admit he had a point. Kaminari was treating the internship like it was a vacation. So were several other classmates, from the way Ashido has suddenly begun to look over her bag.

'Its like how it used to be in the Jedi Order,' she thought to herself as even those that were prepared like Izuku began to double check their packs. 'A Master selecting their Padawan from the younglings… and failure to do so could see you shipped off to the Corps.' That had always been spoken of with terror among the Padawans; the ultimate failure, to be reduced to being just a lowly farmer. 'And even if you were selected we worried about who we would get.'

A Jedi wasn't supposed to crave fame and glory. They were supposed to work for the good of the Republic and the Galaxy. But that hadn't stopped the Younglings from whispering at night about who they desired as their master. She had always been jealous of anyone who suggested Master Plo Koon; she would have LOVED for him to be her master but knew that such a thing was virtually impossible. Only 17 Jedi in the last century had been allowed to take the Youngling they discovered on as their Padawan. It was feared that the attachment would cloud the lessons. For her she had dreamed of the likes of Master Windu, who while stern was also said to be the greatest warrior the Jedi had ever brought about. Later, when the War had begun and just before the way Padawans were chosen was changed she had considered Master Kenobi.

'The Sith Slayer,' she remembered the Younglings all whispering. 'One of the youngest masters ever and certainly the youngest Jedi in three generations to be given a seat on the Council. He had beaten even Master Windu!' Obi Wan's life had read like a holo adventure. Sent to the Agricorps only to meet with Master Qui Gon and deal with the Dark Jedi Xanatos. Master of Form III. Precognition so powerful that Master Yoda himself helped in his training.

Everyone had wanted to be his apprentice and while she had been mildly disappointed that she hadn't been selected (and when Obi Wan had thought she was his new apprentice she had, for a very brief moment, considered lying and saying she was in hopes that by the time the council learned of her deceit it would be too late and she'd be 'stuck' with Obi Wan) she was pleased with having Anakin as her master.

'Except now I won't be training with him,' she thought, coming to the present. 'Now its will be Nedzu I must train with… and I have no idea what that will be like…'

She tapped down her worry and focused on the moment. That was what everyone in her life, Jedi or not, told her. Focus on the here and now, don't get lost in the thousand futures.

"Alright, that's enough," Mr. Aizawa said, causing the entire class to grow quiet. Though he didn't smile at how quickly they had piped down Ahsoka could feel his approval in the Force. "Now then, I was going to give you an entire speech about making sure he take this seriously but it seems Bakugo decided to pepper his cursing with some actual knowledge for once." Bakugo looked ready to explode at that insult but quickly shut his mouth when Aizawa flashed him a quick look. "So I am instead going to remind you all that you don't even have a full year under your belt. You are still first year hero students. Yes, you have learned a lot and have improved beyond how you were when you first came through this gate…" He gestured at the gates of UA, "…but you still have a lot to learn. So don't go getting a big head thinking that you know everything. In other words: shut up, listen to your mentors, and do exactly what they say. And if you think you know better than them and should do something different remember the age old saying: no, you aren't."

He stared at them.

"End of speech."

Several of the students opened their mouths to speak… only to clamp them shut and glance at their homeroom teacher.

"Good, you're learning," he muttered. "Your hero suits have already been sent to your agencies and I have confirmation that they were received. I am sure at least one of you will have your mentor claim they didn't get them. I'll leave it up to you how you handle that."

"I don't like that he told us that," Kamakiri whispered. "That seems like something he'd prefer to have sprung on us."

"I like to do my own logical ruse," Aizawa stated, "I don't help other people do theirs. Alright, enough of this. You have my number if you run into any problems. Use it. I'd rather you annoy me with nothing than not use it and end up hurt."

Sensing that truly was the end of the speech the students of 1-A began to break up, making for the different train stations, taxies, and other modes of transportation that would see them to their destinations.

"Good luck!" Ochaco said, hefting her duffle bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Remember, its going to be tough! We picked these heroes because they can help us break out of our weaknesses! So its not going to be easy."

"Right!" Izuku declared though Ahsoka smirked all the same; Izuku might have been the only one in the class to pick someone that would focus on his strengths as much as his weaknesses. Of course that didn't mean it would be easy for him at all. "Remember to send a text to the group chat as soon as you can!" He waved to the others before moving to catch up with Aoyama and Tenya; they would be going together to the agency that Anakin, Obi Wan, and Rex had set up for themselves.

Ahsoka, for her part, pulled out her phone and opened the message that Principal Nedzu had sent her, the email time coded so she couldn't use the link embedded in it until that particular moment. After a few moments her phone went dark and she heard a familiar voice declare, "Am I a rat, a mouse, or a bear? Why, I am your Hero Mentor for this semester! Now, first things first… you must find my agency! I find that a good scavenger hunt always works well to get the brain pumping. You will need to collect the following items and take them to the address listened in the email you are now receiving; only then will you get the next clue!"

Ahsoka merely shook her head. "I should have seen this coming."

"Yes, you should have!" the recording chirped.

~MC~MC~MC~

Tenya frowned as he checked the address he had been given for the third time.

"Are you sure this is right?" Aoyama said, looking over the building that they'd been dropped off at, bags sitting on the sidewalk. "This can't be right, can it?"

"I… don't know," Tenya said, mouth pressed into a firm line.

Tenya knew that he didn't have the same viewpoint as others did when it came to hero work. While not as rich as Yaoyorozu or Todoroki the Ida family was still rather well off and his home had been a luxury condo that was worth more than many of this classmate's houses. And as for his brother's Hero Agency it was quite a bit larger than those of heroes his brother's age and certainly far better equipped. And that was his brother doing things on his own; his parents had pressed his brother to use their Agency but Tensei had wanted to make it on his own.

Sometimes he wondered if that was part of the reason why they were so distant from him and his brother.

But still the large factory-like structure before them wasn't the kind of building he'd ever expect any reputable hero to use as their agency. There wasn't even a sign advertising that it belonged to heroes!

"Maybe this is one of Aizawa's logical ruses?" Aoyama said, swallowing as he looked at the structure.

Izuku though shook his head. "Nah. They just wanted something cheap so they could pool their money on other things." He picked up his bag and motioned for the two to follow him.

"This… is where you trained with Dualshot?" Aoyama asked, staring at the building in utter confusion. But that befuddlement left him after a moment and he suddenly began to grin. "Ah! But of course! Perhaps it looks ugly but that it was makes it beautiful! Like a mole upon a model's cheek! One must look carefully to see the beauty!"

"Nah," Rex said, Izuku forcing himself not to smile as he saw his mentor emerge from the dark doorway wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain white tee. The emblem for the GAR, the hero association from where he had grown up and later served before moving to Japan, was emblazed on the front; Izuku already had three pairs of the shirt himself in Red, white, and black. "Its ugly because doing the work we do? Its ugly. And for the next week can the 'Dualshot' stuff. While you are with me its Captain Rex."

"Of course it is," Aoyama said, swishing his hair back with a flick of his hand. "But that is why we must work to bring some beauty to it!"

"…right," Rex said slowly. He looked to Izuku. "Vode."

"Vode," Izuku answered back, giving a salute. While he and Rex had become more casual around each other (it was hard not to when it was pretty clear Rex and Izuku's mom were dating and, in Izuku's opinion, were very likely heading towards marriage even if the two of them didn't see the signs), there were still some things that were needed to be done properly. Father, friend, fellow hero? Rex was vode. Would always be vode. And Izuku would honor him as such.

"You two get in there… Anakin is in his workshop waiting for Iida and Obi Wan is ready for you on the roof." He looked Aoyama over and Izuku winced; his classmate was wearing what his mother would have called his 'Sunday Best' and Rex would have called 'useless gear only fit for Senators'. He didn't quite get what that was referencing but Izuku knew that Aoyama wasn't setting himself up for a pleasant time wearing such things. "Drop your stuff just inside the door. I haven't done my morning routine yet and you are going to join me."

"Of course!" Aoyama declared with a grin doing as commanded. "I am more than happy to see what your routine is! I personally like to start by washing my face…"

Izuku tried hard not to groan as he entered the agency but failed and that earned him a confused look from Tenya. "Rex's idea of a routine and Aoyama's is vastly different. Right now he's doing 'No stretch runs' because 'you don't get the luxury of being able to stretch before a surprise attack so you have to learn how to move with tight muscles."

"I suppose that makes sense," Tenya commented. "My brother likes to get up and lift weights early in the morning, since he obviously will be running much of the day. I currently focus on running since I am still trying to improve my speed and stamina but eventually I think I will begin doing the same as him."

Izuku nodded. "That's why I always beg off doing things after school… I like to get in as much sleep as I can before I get up at 4."

That caused Tenya to twist around and stare at Izuku in surprise. "You get up at 4? I understand dedication-"

"I'm quirkless, Tenya," Izuku reminded him as they made their way past Sango, the bored secretary that Obi Wan, Anakin, and Rex had hired to watch over The Last Battalion Hero Agency, and through a door. Tenya stopped and stared but Izuku was already beginning to weave his way through the large open obstacle course that the three heroes had set up; Izuku had only been able to use it a few times, since it had only recently been completed, and he was hoping he had more time to go through it and learn all the tricks. "I have to work twice as hard to be seen as half as good as the weakest quirked person." He held up his hand before Tenya could say a word. "I know you don't think that way about me but the rest of the world does. And I want to be the best I can so I work four times as hard so I can be on your level."

"That is… horrible," Tenya said before suddenly stopping and standing ramrod straight. "Izuku, you are one of the brightest and most dedicated people I know. I swear to you that when I am a hero I will dedicate time to help not just you but all quirkless people, so they do not suffer from the discrimination you were forced to go through."

That made Izuku panic, waving his hands about wildly. "You… you don't have to do that!" he stammered out. "Its not that big of a deal… its just the way things are!"

"My mother once said," a new voice said, their voice echoing throughout the obstacle course, " that the problem with the galaxy is that no one helps one another. I think she was only half right… the problem with the galaxy is that half of the people think its easier not to help… and the other half are too embarrassed to accept help."

The man that walked up to them was… tall. Very tall. And while he did have a scar over his one eye he was still a handsome looking man which made Izuku's 'I'm not quite ready to say I'm bi' sense go haywire. He was dressed in black jeans and a dark shirt, right hand covered by a glove but at the very end he could see a glint of metal that had Izuku REALLY wanting to ask if that was part of his quirk or not. While he hadn't met him yet Izuku knew at once the new arrival was Ahsoka's cousin and guardian, Anakin Skywalker.

"Take my advice, Izuku," Anakin said with a slight smile. "Never wave off help." He held out his hand to Tenya. "Skywalker Anakin or Anakin Skywalker where I've from."

Tenya… bowed.

"I am honored to learn from you, Skywalker-Sensei!"

"…uh huh," Anakin said, quirking an eyebrow and glancing at Tenya before shaking his head and retracting his hand. "Come on, let's get started. Midoriya, Obi Wan is on the roof." He pointed to a set of stairs and Izuku nodded, hurrying up them and leaving Tenya talking to Anakin about what they would do first.

When he opened the door he was startled to find rather than the tar-covered roof and view of the city that lay beyond there was instead green.

Endless green.

Izuku took a step and then, when his foot landed on the soft soil softly ground his foot back and forth to check to see if he truly were standing on dirt or if it was just an illusion. Once sure that what he was seeing was real Izuku continued along the path, marveling at the greenery that surrounded him. Short trees with leafy branches that formed an emerald canopy over his head. Grasses that grew untamed, needing no cutting and instead allowed to rise up however tall they wished. He heard the chirping of birds and was startled to realize that instead of cars driving by all he heard was the silence of the forest he found himself in. It was as if he had been teleported to someplace else entirely!

"Sound blocking," Kenobi said to him from around a bend and Izuku hurried along the path, jaw dropping at the pond (A POND!) that was in the middle of the forest, a small island upon it which Obi Wan was sitting in the lotus position on. "Power Loader assisted us. The walls block most of the sound and special devices on the tops of them help with the rest. It means I could scream my lung out and only anyone here would hear." He cracked an eye open and smiled at Izuku. "Not that I would want to though I admit a few times during this Semester I have debated it."

"How… how did you do all this…" Izuku asked, looking about.

"The building is as tall as it appears. The soil goes down several feet into the building itself, allowing the trees plenty of room to spread their roots. The pond isn't terribly deep but enough for some fish to have a nice place to swim." He waved his hand towards the waters and Izuku could just make out some of the large gold fish that were swimming about. They weren't like the ones a child would see at a grocery store or at a carnival. They were large and bold things that swam up to Izuku, staring at him for a moment before darting off for other parts of the pound.

"This is… amazing," Izuku said. "Was there a particular reason you chose these trees? Do they help you when it comes to your quirk? What about the pond? I know your Quirk is similar to Ahsoka's and she never mentioned needing water to help her but maybe it's a secret? Is it a secret? I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask that. But if it is do you have ways to help you while you're out in the field and away from the water? I was thinking-"

Obi Wan held up a hand and Izuku fell silent.

"It isn't needed for my Quirk but it does assist me." He waved his hand. "Back where I was raised we had a place called the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Even though all of Coruscant is a massive city where there isn't even a speck of green to be seen the Room of a Thousand Fountains brought the natural world to us. It was a place that always let me find peace and thus I built this place here, my own small piece of it."

"Oh!" Izuku said, instantly getting what Obi Wan was getting at. "It allows you to feel comfortable."

"Exactly," Obi Wan said, smiling softly. "Tell me, Izuku… do you know why I asked you to be my intern this week?"

Izuku frowned. "I thought you said it was because you wanted to work with me due to my planning."

"Oh, it absolutely is," Obi Wan said with a pleased smile that at once had Izuku breathing a bit easier. "But," his heroics instructor continued, making Izuku stiffen, "I also wanted to work with you on an issue I myself had when I was your age. An issue I have even now."

"And… what is that?" Izuku asked.

"Self doubt," Obi Wan stated. "When I was your age I was filled with utter terror that I wouldn't be a… hero. It was what I had always wanted and I worried that I wouldn't achieve-" He stopped. "Well, I can't really call it a dream. It was more that I felt it was what I was meant to do. But that fear that I wouldn't become a- hero caused me to do things that only hurt my chances. Risks that I wouldn't have taken. Acting out without thought. And as these failures made things more difficult for me I in turn moved towards more extreme acts.

"When I trained Anakin in how to use The Force it was after the death of my Master, Qui Gon Jinn. I knew so many were watching me, waiting for me to fail, and as such it affected my ability to connect with him because I once more allowed my self-doubt to creep in."

Obi Wan motioned for Izuku to take a seat and, without a second thought, Izuku knelt down in the dirt by the pond. Obi Wan smiled at that, pleased, though Izuku didn't think it was much… one didn't train with Rex without learning how to handle dirt.

"I want to train you because I see in you the same fear and self doubt and I don't want it to hold you back. Your emotions are powerful tools… a mistake many who learn how to use The Force make is that they believe that they must be emotionless. Anakin certainly still has his days where he believes it. Instead what one must do is learn how to master their emotions, rather than let their emotions master them."

Izuku grimaced at that. "Yeah… even with all the work Rex and I have put in I still feel the urge to cry sometimes when something emotional gets to me."

"Yes. There is nothing wrong with feeling joy or empathy or sadness," Obi Wan reassured him. "In fact I would say those are very good things to feel."

"Even sadness?"

"Sadness allows us to understand that things aren't right in the world," Obi Wan said. "It lets us know of an absence." He paused before flicking out his hand, using his quirk to cause some water to splash onto Izuku. "Stop," Obi Wan commanded and at once Izuku froze. "Feel the wind on those wet spots. Describe it as simply as you can."

Izuku frowned. "I feel it against them. Its… uncomfortable. Clinging to my skin. Cold-"

"Cold," Obi Wan said with a nod. "Yes." He paused. "Except… cold isn't actually real."

"Oh!" Izuku said, eyes widening. "I remember this! There isn't technically, in science, 'cold'. Rather cold is the absence of heat. We don't measure how cold something is we measure how warm something is, how much heat it has."

"I have found that sadness is, in most cases, an absence of joy and happiness. Sadness lets us know that we are lacking something or have lost something. But just like we don't want to remain out in the snow we don't want to remain in sadness."

"And just like we don't remain under a desert sun we don't remain in happiness."

"Exactly," Obi Wan said. "Too much of any emotion can break us so it is important to understand emotions and how to properly handle them. That is what I am going to teach you." Obi Wan shut his eyes. "Now then… let us begin with meditation…"