บท 38: Chapter 6 - Hero Names!
Shota Aizawa let out a long, drawn-out sigh. There were some days when he tolerated Nemuri, and there were others when he didn't. Today was one of the former, and only because she was celebrating Yoshihara and Izuku's victories with Midoriya's mother, both of whom were drunk beyond a reasonable capacity.
What made things worse was that tomorrow was going to be a normal day at school, and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a hungover Nemuri complaining about her headache.
He had only just gotten out of those stupid bandages, and the first thing he was asked to do was pick up Nemuri from one of the bars in the city and drive her and her friend back to their respective homes. Quite frankly, it was a tad bit annoying, but he wasn't about to leave her friend in a pool of her own puke and spilt alcohol.
But, in case things hadn't gotten any more annoying, Hizashi decided to tag along. At least now he didn't have to do it alone. Besides, it was with his long-time, secret, boyfriend. Even if Nemuri had caught on, he'd never actually outright tell her. Why? Because then she'd spread rumours, and then people would start asking personal questions, and that was just something he was NOT okay with.
He liked Nemuri, hell he tolerated her enough for them to be close friends; but when it came to love lives, she was like a fly circling dogshit. Or, if there was a friendlier comparison, Winnie The Pooh hunting for jars of honey in a flea market that only sold honey.
"Oi, Shota, do you think we should stay at the suite for a while to make sure Nemuri doesn't, you know, vomit all over the place?" Hizashi questioned as Shota groaned.
"You're too nice of a friend, you know that?" Shota replied, keeping his attention to the road. They had just finished dropping off Ms. Midoriya at her apartment. Guiding that woman up the stairs was a dangerous task, seeing as she nearly fell back several times. Had it not been for Shota's capture scarf, she probably would've fallen back and cracked her skull in half, leading to a fatal injury.
When they reached the door, they were surprised to find that Izuku hadn't been home. Hizashi chalked it up to the boy probably hanging out with some of his friends, though Shota found it skeptical to believe that Midoriya would be irrational enough to stay up past midnight hanging out with friends on a school night.
But, if that had been the case, then he didn't want to hear anything from him about being tired because of his horrible, and irrational decisions.
Right now, Nemuri was sitting in the back of Shota's 2023 Dodge Charger, sound asleep, but occasionally muttering something under her breath. The drive from the Midoriya apartment to Love Love Deluxe wasn't all that long, especially if one were to know shortcuts to make the trip quicker as Aizawa did. It also cut down on the amount of time they needed to be there and cut down on having to deal with traffic.
Parking out front of the building in question, the two pro-heroes got their drunken friend out of the car, carrying her into the building, into the elevator, and up to the suite. Once they got there, the lights had been out, only for them to turn on once they got into the place. There were some bowls left over from two people eating, as well as a rice cooker that probably needed to be cleaned.
"Ah, so Midoriya-shonen was here with Kira-san," Hizashi whispered.
"But he's not sleeping on the couch. Maybe he's in the guest bedroom?" Shota responded in an equally hushed voice.
"I'll go check, just to make sure. You can never be too sure, especially after that villain attack on the USJ. Class 1 – A seems to be attracting some heat nowadays, right?" Hizashi stated, passing the rest of Nemuri over to Aizawa. The black-haired man sighed, going up the stairs first, Hizashi following soon after.
Taking Nemuri to her room, Aizawa plopped her down on the bed, adjusting her pillows before laying her down on them, covering her with a blanket afterward before putting a hand on her forehead. Nodding to himself, Aizawa left the room just as Hizashi gently closed the door on the guest room, eyes wider than saucers before shaking his head, flabbergasted.
"What is it, Hizashi?" Aizawa asked as Hizashi stifled a laugh.
"I've heard of young love, but what I saw in there was completely different. Two words, Shota: Clothes, everywhere!" Hizashi said, clearing his throat. Aizawa closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before shaking his head. He knew what that meant, and he also now understood why Midoriya wasn't at his house.
"Well, problem children, I think you've surprised me more than enough to last me a week." "Well, if you want to head back to the house, you can. I'm going to stay here and sleep on the couch. I doubt for a second that Nemuri is going to want to get up bright and early. I'm probably going to drive those two to school in the morning. I doubt either will want to walk and if what you're saying is true, then that especially applies to Kira."
"You're assuming they hit all the bases? Damn Shota, what have you been—"
Aizawa's eyes flared red, making the blond-haired pro hero flinch. His eyes changed back to their regular colour as he shook his head, sighing. "I'm going off of your description of the room. No one's going to strip down to nothing just for a quick blow-job. You and I both know that, Hizashi. Get your mind out of the gutter."
Hizashi's cheeks flushed red for a second, the man shaking his head as the colour faded away. "Fair enough. But I think I'll sleep on the other couch. I have a feeling you're going to chew them out, and I want to hear it."
"Depends on if I have my five-morning coffees. I have a change of clothes in the trunk of the car, as well as an extra school uniform for Midoriya. Can never be too prepared when a student loses a uniform somewhere," Shota said. Wordlessly, Hizashi nodded, carefully walking down the stairs and over to the elevator. When he was gone, Aizawa turned to the door and peeked inside, just to see if Hizashi was exaggerating or not.
When he looked into the room, he saw Izuku and Yoshihara, both in bed, the latter clinging to the former. Clothes were on the floor, followed by a musky scent of sweat and whatever else loomed in that room. There was a blanket bunched up in the corner, and if he listened closely, he could hear light snoring coming from Izuku. Both of them were covered up to the ends of their shoulders, which was better than how he and Hizashi usually slept after a night of evening activities.
Shota closed the door, sighing as he walked down to the main floor. He wasn't going to bother them. Not when they looked so peaceful. He wasn't interested in what they did, or why they did it, but something in the back of his mind told him that Nemuri probably had something to do with it. If not, then he'd call them both irrational.
Doing something like that at such a young age was reckless. But then again, he supposed that his first time with Hizashi was when he was in his second year at U.A. So perhaps he wasn't one to judge. Regardless, it was still irrational, and it was still reckless. Call him a hypocrite, but at least neither he nor Hizashi ran the risk of being knocked up.
"I just hope those two morons used protection. Even now I still do with Hizashi and vice versa. It just makes sense…." Aizawa thought, sitting down on the couch. Hizashi returned a few minutes later with a uniform, a change of clothes for both himself and Aizawa, and Aizawa's sleeping bag. The black-haired pro hero smirked, taking his sleeping bag, putting it on and laying down on the couch. He watched as Hizashi went up the stairs and into the bathroom with one of the bags. When he came out, he was wearing a black and yellow zip-up onesie.
Once he made it down the stairs, Hizashi then pulled out a thin blanket from the same bag, laid it down on the couch, then opened up a closet in the far-off corner of the suite. Inside that were a few pillows, one of which Hizashi took. Once he finished setting himself up on the couch, he placed his phone on the glass table, set an alarm for 6:45 AM, and blew a kiss over to Aizawa, who smirked, closing his eyes and getting ready for sleep.
Because gods knew he was going to need it.
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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, obviously, 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. That sentence alone made her mind backflip. The idea of her, having a boyfriend made zero sense to Yoshihara, especially considering what it was she used to do for a living. But, she had decided to leave that all in the past. In fact, she was going to leave everything negative that had happened to her in the past, and push forward to face the future.
Yoshihara knew that clinging to the past was only going to make things worse for her. This was a new chapter in her life, and the last thing she wanted to do was breathe life into those old wounds. She had let those memories fester and take control of her before, and she didn't want that to happen again. Yoshihara didn't want to be chained by her past.
Before, she didn't think that healing would work, that all it would do was blur the lines between reality and what happened, and that it would be tantamount to ignoring the issue altogether. Although, recently, that had changed. That mindset of hers changed. And it was all things to Izuku.
It was funny, because before she met Izuku, her life had been comparable to a heap of trash burning in a dumpster. Sure, she had a few good things going for her back then, but they were small straws compared to everything else.
But with Izuku by her side… maybe, just maybe she could finally move past it all. And the first step to do that was to get up, to greet the new day with open arms, and get ready for school.
Although truth be told, 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 really annoyed her. Normally, Yoshihara wouldn't fight the idea of getting up early in the morning. But today was different, as were a lot of things lately.
Resting her forehead on Izuku's rear shoulder, she groaned. Unfortunatly, there was school. That was something that she couldn't ignore, even if it inconvenienced her in many, many ways. A frustrated sigh followed the tired groan, the blonde closing her eyes again as she mustered up the energy to talk. "Izuku… it's time to get up…." Yoshihara murmured, Izuku stirring awake as a result of her talking and saying the five magic words.
"Huh…?" Izuku groaned, the green-haired teen shifting in place for a split second. She could tell he was also JUST waking up, and that he didn't want to get out of bed either. But, alas, neither had a choice. 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?"
The blonde 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 AM. Yoshihara wasn't too worried about the time. They had until 8:25 at the earliest, but even still, 7:00 AM 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. Yoshihara had to avert her eyes for her boyfriend's modesty. She didn't want to get worked up again, especially after last night. She hadn't expected him to be so rough with her, especially considering that he was still a meek, shy nerd, who had a pension for being heroic.
Well, maybe not meek. If he was meek he wouldn't have even bothered attempting to be a part of U.A.'s hero course. So perhaps just a shy nerd would be the better way to describe him now. Regardless of how she described Izuku, the shock of him being good in bed still weighed on her. It was his first time, and he treated it that way. He made no attempts to do something strange. He kept it safe and played it by the book. And for that, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it a whole lot more that way.
Shoeing away those pesky, unwanted thoughts, Yoshihara decided to move on and think about something else. She kinda hoped that the teachers would take it easy today, seeing as it was JUST after The Sports Festival. Though, knowing Aizawa, she figured that he wouldn't spare them from what hell he wanted to subject them to. He was just that kind of teacher. No nonsense to a fault, and strict almost all the time. But, he cared, so there was at least a good side to it all.
"Okay, I'm clothed," Izuku said as Yoshihara looked up to see what her boyfriend decided to put on. He was wearing a green short-sleeved shirt that was a bit too big for him, and a pair of blue jeans. He was barefoot, but that was probably because he couldn't find any socks to put on in the drawers. "Not going to be staying in this for long, though. I need to get a replacement uniform and fast. I don't want to break the school's dress code just after The Sports Festival."
Yoshihara snorted, glancing down at his bare feet before nodding to the door. "If you need socks, you can borrow some of mine. Just return them to me before the end of the day," Yoshihara said, earning a nod from Izuku.
He 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. Honestly, the whole morning had a bit of an awkward feeling to it. But it was made a whole lot more awkward when she flipped the blankets off of herself and attempted to stand up.
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. Not like your typical punch to the gut or an elbow to the ribs. No, this was much worse.
The best that she could compare it to would be if someone had taken a cinderblock and slammed it into that particular area, and continuously did so 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, and that next time they did something like that again, she would come prepared.
Her cheeks flared red at the mere thought of what Izuku did to her last night, shutting her eyes tighter to forget the image of him pressing up against her, doing unspeakable, yet wanted things to her body. She shuttered, gathering her composure. "Rough was an understatement…." Yoshihara muttered, reaching for the clothing that Izuku had picked out for her to put on last night, clothes that she ultimately refused to wear. At the time, she just wanted to be close to Izuku, to feel his warmth.
But now, she wanted to have some form of clothing on. Well, not want, but need was the better word for it. She wasn't about to go streaking around the house when the majority of the walls were windows.
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 do something about if she wanted to be comfortable for the rest of the day.
As to what it was that Izuku had gotten for her to wear, she had been pleasantly surprised that it was more modest than what she had initially assumed. When he got Yoshihara the clothes from her room, he did so after fucking her, so she kinda thought he'd let his more hormonal side do the picking, but no.
Along with the mandatory bra and underwear, the green bean had picked out a pink long-sleeve shirt with a cat motif on the front. For legwear, a pair of baggy purple sweatpants. As for footwear, he got her a pair of black and white striped socks. The pink and purple matched, but the black and white socks seemed like something he just randomly snagged out of the corner of his eye. Then again, socks were never really important, so who was she to judge?
Now 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…." "Izuku… can you help me, please? I can't walk…." Yoshihara called out, the door opening as a result. Izuku stepped in, walking 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 down.
"Why do you think, dummy? I said you 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 arm underneath her left armpit and over her right shoulder, 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. When they got out of the room, they heard some extra commotion in the kitchen, which put Yoshihara on high alert. The last thing she wanted to deal with was an enemy right now. She was already in pain, and she didn't need any more of it.
Carefully, the pair walked down the stairs, and once they got a good view of the kitchen from the stairwell, the pair had been shocked to see Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei standing there, casually chatting with one another. Aizawa's tired eyes glanced at them, the older man sighing when seeing them. "Problem Children. You're up earlier than I thought you would be," Aizawa said, making Yoshihara blink a couple of times.
"What are you two doing here, Aizawa-sensei, Yamada-sensei?" Yoshihara asked as Hizashi shrugged.
"The bar called us last night to pick up Nemuri and her friend, and instead of going home, we decided to crash on the couches. Before you ask, we knew the bartender through a few mutuals, so he called us for convenience. Oh! And Midoriya-shonen, your mother called at 6:30. We told her where you were, so you don't have to worry about her… for the most part."
With how Yamada-sensei spoke, it sounded like he had been scared of his mother. Izuku gulped at that. He just hoped that she wasn't mad at him for not texting her that he had stayed the night with Yoshihara.
Aizawa looked at Yoshihara, then at Izuku, shook his head then frowned. "Izuku, bring Yoshihara here so she can take some aspirin. And don't try and baffle me with bullshit. I already know what you two did, so there's no use in hiding it."
The couple looked at one another, both flabbergasted. Was it that obvious? Or did Aizawa look into the room while they were asleep? Either way, the pair felt stupid, but what else was there to do? There was no running away from it, though the thought of their teacher knowing that they had sex before both their parents found out made it twice as embarrassing.
The two came down the stairs, Izuku doing as he was asked as Aizawa opened one of the cupboards, and grabbed a pill bottle labelled "aspirin" while Hizashi got Yoshihara a bottle of water. Giving Yoshihara the pill, she took it without so much as hesitating, chasing it with a sip of water. Yoshihara put the bottle of water down, then looked at her teachers. Aizawa nodded, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his coffee, then sighing.
"It'll start to take effect sometime in the afternoon. Until then, I have a cane in my car's trunk from when I was bandaged to all hell by Recovery Girl. I'll drive you two to school so you don't have to walk. Before you ask, Nemuri is still asleep, so leave her alone," Aizawa stated, earning a nod from the couple. The older man looked at the pair, then shook his head again, his frown deepening. "I'm assuming you two used protection, yes?"
That question caught Yoshihara off guard, making her raise an eyebrow. "Why are you talking to us about this? Isn't it kind of strange?" Yoshihara quipped, looking at the man with an exhausted expression on her face. Aizawa rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, allowing one hand to peek out, raising one of his fingers.
"1: You're my students. Meaning You're my responsibility. This also means whatever happens to you is my responsibility as well—off campus or otherwise. 2: I'm a concerned adult. 3: You don't have to answer, but it would benefit all of us if you did," Aizawa answered, putting up a finger each time he gave one of his reasons. Yoshihara looked away with a frustrated expression on her face, Izuku looked at the ground, a sheepish look in his eyes.
There was an awkward silence between the four for a few minutes, and as the clock turned to 7:05 AM, Izuku was the one who spoke up. "We did… the first time. Not the second time, though."
Aizawa groaned, facepalming as he did so. "Lovely. Well, after school, Yoshihara, we're going to the store. I'm buying you one of those tests. Getting caught up in the moment is alright, but you need to take precautions with this kind of stuff. You can't just do something and assume it has no consequences. You of all people should know that, Kira."
Yoshihara wanted to snap back, but she knew he was right. That being said, however, she wasn't about to let it go. "I should be fine. I had my period two days ago, so it's not likely for me to get pregnant. There's no need to worry about it," Yoshihara replied, Aizawa shaking his head.
"Not likely and not at all are two different things. You can't take that risk, especially considering you're still in school, Yoshihara. We don't need you to have an accidental pregnancy, what with abortion being made illegal all over Japan thanks to the Quirk Assurance Act of 2089. You can't take risks like that and then assume you can get it neatly dealt with. Unless, of course, you want to go to jail, and risk Izuku going to jail, too for allowing you to go through with that."
Yoshihara's eyebrows narrowed, looking at Aizawa with a hint of a glare. "That's IF I am. Don't assume."
"I'm not. But I am being cautious. Be smart about this Kira," Aizawa said, furrowing his eyebrows as his glare sharpened. Even if Yoshihara wanted to continue the argument; when Izuku placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her with those pleading eyes of his to stop arguing, it made her stop, take a deep breath, then let it out to calm herself.
"Alright. Fine. I get it. Can we just move past this now? I want to have something to eat before we have to go, and I'm not in the mood to continue this conversation," Yoshihara spat, earning a nod from Aizawa.
"I don't want to have this conversation either, Yoshihara. I don't mean to berate you, nor am I trying to make you feel guilty either. I'm not Nemuri, and I'm not someone you know personally. But I am someone who's speaking to you about this from the perspective of seeing it happen before. I've known people your age who aspired to be something great, only to get together with someone in high school, have sex without protection thinking they would be fine, and after that winding up pregnant and having to drop out of whatever high school they were in to have their baby because of that disgusting abortion law prohibiting someone from terminating something that could ruin their life. It happened last year to someone in Vlad's 3rd-year hero course. I don't care if you have sex with your boyfriend. That's on you to decide. Just do it knowing the consequences, and use protection when you do. It's not always guaranteed to work 100% of the time to stop an unwanted pregnancy, but anything above a 0 is safer than playing Russian Roulette with your body."
Yoshihara didn't look back at Aizawa, trying to keep herself from falling, but she kept those words in mind. No doubt Izuku was thinking them over, too. Even if she was annoyed that their teacher of all people had been the one to tell them that, she had expected someone to say that to her eventually. Just not the morning after.
The rest of the morning was filled with awkward silence. Izuku and Yoshihara ended up having some toast with tea for breakfast, then 20 minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei ushered them to get ready for school. Aizawa went to the car to get Yoshihara the cane, and Izuku the spare uniform, and Yoshihara went to go get into her uniform. Izuku helped her get up the stairs and into her room so that she could change, and when she was done, he helped her down the stairs.
Aizawa came back with the cane, giving it to Yoshihara. It was a simple wooden cane, nothing too special. When she took it, it took her a second to get used to balancing with it, but after a moment of walking around with it, she gave a thumbs up to her teacher, who nodded.
When Izuku got changed into the spare uniform, he said that the pants were a little too tight, but that he'd be fine. That was enough for Aizawa, who shrugged. Izuku figured that was better than not wearing the school's uniform.
10 minutes later, they went to the car, but not before Aizawa woke Nemuri up. She was not pleased to be woken up, but Aizawa didn't seemingly care. He told her to do something for her hangover, 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 sent a simple "I love you" and "have a good day" back in response. After that, the group of four hit the road.
The drive from the suite to U.A. wasn't all that long, giving them 25 minutes 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 being Heimei.
"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, the cat-like humanoid Stand glaring daggers at Heimei, 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."
Heimei 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, Heimei bowed. Yoshihara shook her head 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, Heimei 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!" Heimei 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, they were greeted by a familiar blue-haired, glasses-wearing teen. Though, unlike most times, when he'd greet 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 the blonde and 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 alright?"
Yoshihara smirked at his concern. Honestly, it was a refreshing contrast from the snark that Heimei 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 in the afternoon. I took some pain medication for it, so no worries," Yoshihara said, earning a firm nod from Ida.
"Very well. Also, I couldn't help but notice you called him by his first name. Your bond must've gotten stronger since The Sports Festival!" Ida remarked, Izuku's cheeks turning a slight shade of red, and for Kira to stifle a laugh. Ida raised an eyebrow as Kira sighed, looking at their Class President with a slight smile.
"Yes, you could say that. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go take my seat. We'll talk again at lunch," Yoshihara said, grabbing Izuku's hand, and giving it a tight squeeze before walking away. Izuku smiled, Ida nodding.
"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 the boy. 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 or later, 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, waving 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.
"Good to see your bandages off, Aizawa-sensei!" The frog-girl 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 on, there was no punishment for it.
"Good to know going forward…." Yoshihara thought though she had been broken out of it 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 Kira's dismay, as her headache spiked from it, the blonde covering her ears. Thankfully, Aizawa got everyone to quiet down before the headache could get worse. Aizawa sighed, deactivating his Quirk, picking 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 raised in the class as Aizawa honed in on the person who did the action, that being Josefumi. "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're 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 tea 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-san 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. I'm not too good at it, but I'll try my best. Just keep in mind, 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 far too long ago, and the media seemingly only cared about the fact that it was that bitch 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 15 minutes to come up with something. Wake me up then," Aizawa said, bringing out his sleeping bag while grabbing 20 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 had been handed out, each student working 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. The blonde 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 Nemuri 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, just as tired looking as usual as he yawned. "Alright… that's time. Let's go in alphabetical order using your last names, that means Aoyama, you're up first."
The french speaking blond took in a deep breath, building his courage as he got up from his desk and approached the podium, Aizawa moving 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" into "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?"
The pink-skinned teen 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 the frog girl 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." The frog girl 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 Tsuyu 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 Am, 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 the blue-haired teen 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, the large teen putting down his presentation paper and leaving the classroom. Yoshihara watched as he did. "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, the electric Quirk user marching 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, the redhead looked over his shoulder at the blonde, 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 the Stand User. 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, 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. Alright, back to your desk, Koda, you're up next!"
The rest of the morning class came and went. 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 the green-haired teen 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. Just call me The 100% Hero: Dekiru!"
Uraraka smiled, as did Yoshihara. Uraraka smiled because she was the one that 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. Alright, 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. Alright, 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, they were taught literature by Ishiyama-sensei. 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 Literature class, and as the bell rang for lunch, Josefumi and Izuku both walked up to her, Izuku reaching his hand out for her to take; which she did without hesitation, and Josefumi to grab her cane for her.
"Thank you, you two. Let's go find Karera then eat lunch," Yoshihara suggested as 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 the formerly pompadour-haired teen scowled, looking away with a hint of indignation in his eyes, passing her the cane. Izuku chuckled at the joke as he lifted Yoshihara, the blonde taking her cane from Josefumi as she balanced herself with it.
The group of three exited the classroom, walking at a measured pace, and seeing as 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?"
"Pulled a few muscles, now it's hard to walk…." Yoshihara said sheepishly, her eyes glancing over to Izuku unknowingly, which made Karera's eyes widen, 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 as 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 the blonde stand user, 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.
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Toshinori sat in the teacher's lounge, holding a cup of piping hot tea, sitting at one of the computers in his skinny 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.
That being said, 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 that 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 could eventually handle the full strength of One For All.
"Yagi, can I talk to you?" The sudden voice of Aizawa caught All Might off guard, nearly making him spit out his tea on the poor man, had it not been for him swallowing it faster. Aizawa was not amused by this and gave the shrivelled man a blank stare.
"A-Ah, 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 All Might 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 the reason as to why she is sore?" Toshinori asked as Aizawa bit the inside of his lip. 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 the blond man hummed. He took another sip of his tea, then nodded.
"Alright then. If that's what needs to be done, then I'll exempt Yoshihara Kira from class. 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. But that's about it. I'm worried, but I think she'll be fine. Like I said, just exempt her from class and have one of the other students take her to the nurse's office," 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 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 grit 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, along with the drowsiness, which was probably a lack of sleep. Nothing a simple rest couldn't fix.
"Think about that later. Focus on seeing who would be the right pick for Young Midoriya's internship, and recommend it to the boy!" Toshinori thought as his hand drifted toward the mouse. He scrolled down the list a little bit further, and as 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 near 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. And while that would normally 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…."
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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 lay down in the nurse's office was NOT one of them. Though, 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 at 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 the extra rest would be needed. Recovery Girl let her have one of the more secluded beds to lay on, and to give her privacy, she put the wrap-around curtains up so that no one would bother her till 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.
"And I told you that you shouldn't take risks like that. Period. You're not being given the choice, Yoshihara. This is your health we're talking about here," 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 am aware of that, Kira. However, that being said, unless you can't have kids due to some medical condition—which by the way, you don't have seen as your medical records are clean; there is no reason for you to NOT take the test. 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, what's the harm in finding out so you don't have to worry about it?" Aizawa stated as the blonde looked up at him, annoyance still strewn on her face, making Aizawa frown.
"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 after one week of 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 really annoyed her. But then again, it made sense. She often paid attention during sex-ed back in Aldrea for a good reason, so to go 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 the black-haired man crossed his arms.
The Speedwagon Foundation, led by America's number 2 – Joe Kid. He had taken students from U.A. before, 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, then came to the conclusion 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. Either that or this year was a good year for the man.
With that reasoning in mind, Aizawa nodded. "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 really 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 up the bag, grabbed her cane, and got down from the bed. She had a bag to pack, preparations to be made, and training to do. She didn't have time to be sick, nor 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. The elderly lady 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. The old lady was standing in the doorway, looking at her with an unreadable expression. "I can read between the lines, sweety. 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 this day, and it would be for the foreseeable future.
She had nothing to worry about.
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