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"Damn right I would. Money doesn't sleep."
Before anyone else could respond, the door slid open. Aizawa walked in, looking like he got even less sleep than usual. He stood at the front of the class, barely glancing at us.
"Good work at the festival," he said. "But don’t get too full of yourselves. The real work starts now."
Kirishima grinned. "Man, you make everything sound scary."
"It should be," Aizawa said. "Because next up is your hero internships."
The room got quiet.
"Internships?" Uraraka asked.
"Yes," Aizawa continued. "Thanks to the festival, pro heroes have had their eyes on you. They sent offers based on your performances. You’ll be spending ti with them, learning what real hero work is like."
Kaminari fist-pumped. "Hell yeah, pro heroes!"
Mineta wiggled his eyebrows. "Does that an I get to work under a hot lady hero?"
"Not if they have standards," I said.
"Rude."
Aizawa ignored us and pulled up a list. "These are the numbers."
It was filled with nas and offer counts. So had numbers in the triple digits. Others… not so much.
Kaminari whistled. “Damn, so of you got crazy numbers.”
“Of course,” Aoyama said, flicking his cape. “Natural talent is always noticed.”
Bakugo leaned forward, scanning the list. “Tch. Who the fuck got more offers than ?”
“Half-half bastard,” I said, pointing at Todoroki’s na. “Also .”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. “What?”
I stretched. “Crazy, huh?”
He glared at , then at the board. His jaw clenched. “Bullshit.”
Todoroki didn’t react. He looked at his own na like it was soone else’s problem.
Iida adjusted his glasses. “It seems that top placent in the festival significantly influenced the offers.”
“Wow,” I said. “Truly, a shocking revelation. Thank you for your contribution.”
Iida ignored .
Izuku checked the board. “I got a few…”
“Hey, that’s not bad!” Uraraka grinned. “See? You’re getting noticed!”
Izuku nodded, still looking unsure.
Kirishima looked over the board. “Bro, these agencies are serious. So of these nas are big-ti.”
Jiro tapped her screen. “Not like they just hand these out. They’re scouting potential.”
Kaminari pointed at a na. “Wait, is that Gunhead? Uraraka, you got Gunhead?”
Uraraka blinked. “Oh, uh… yeah.”
“Damn,” Sero said. “Dude’s a beast.”
She nodded, clearly still processing.
Mineta squinted at his screen. “Wait. Mt. Lady sent an offer?”
I side-eyed him. “Probably gonna slave you to death.”
Mineta frowned. “What’s that supposed to an?”
“We go back a long ti. I can bet my ass on it.”
Aizawa cleared his throat. “Choose wisely. These internships will give you a taste of actual hero work. So of you may be drawn to big nas, but consider what you can learn from them.”
Yaoyorozu nodded. “That’s true. So agencies are known for ntoring, while others focus on publicity.”
I looked at the number of offers. Huh. I had the most in class. A bit surprising, considering my "heroic" monts mostly involved bleeding out, cracking jokes, and throwing hands like a caveman.
Kaminari whistled. “Dude, you actually got the most? Bro, what kinda agencies are into whatever it is you do?”
I scrolled through the nas. “Good question. Let’s see… Musclehead Heroes, Fist First Agency, Street Justice Incorporated—okay, I see a pattern.”
“Guess they saw your fighting style and thought, ‘Yeah, this dude’s built for reckless brawling,’” Sero said.
I pointed at another one. “Oh, this one’s literally called ‘The Back Alley Initiative.’ Sounds like they do cri.”
Kirishima peered at the list. “Nah, they’re legit! They specialize in urban conflict resolution and takedowns.”
“Urban conflict resolution,” I repeated. “That’s just a fancy way of saying ‘jump villains in alleys.’”
Iida, who had been scanning the nas, cleared his throat. “Perhaps they recognize your effectiveness in combat, even if your approach is… unconventional.”
Bakugo scoffed. “What effectiveness? He won with cheap shots and headbutts.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said. “The goal is winning.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched, but before he could yell, Izuku cut in. “So of these agencies are really big nas. Have you decided where you’ll go?”
I scrolled down. “Dunno. Whoever lets do what I want, I guess.”
“That’s not how internships work,” Yaoyorozu said.
“It is if you don’t care,” I replied.
She sighed, rubbing her temple. “You should at least consider which agency aligns with your future goals.”
“My goal is to get stronger and piss off Bakugo,” I said. “If they help do that, I’m in.”
“Keep my na outta your mouth, bastard!” Bakugo snapped.
“No.”
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. “Decide quickly. Your choices will affect your training moving forward.”
Everyone kept scanning their offers. I noticed Izuku still staring at the board, frowning.
I nudged him. “You good?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he said. “I just… I didn’t get as many offers as you or Todoroki.”
I snorted. “Bro, half your fight was you dodging and nearly dying. Not the best ad for agencies.”
He scratched his cheek. “Yeah, but—”
“Just pick soone and learn sothing useful,” I said. “Better than overthinking it.”
Izuku nodded but still looked unsure. anwhile, Kaminari pumped his fist. “Yo, I got a badass agency! Can’t wait to get trained by soone cool.”
Mineta wiggled his eyebrows. “I better get assigned to a hot pro hero.”
“You better get assigned to therapy,” Jiro muttered.
Aizawa grabbed his sleeping bag and pulled it over himself like he was done with life. “Ti for you to choose your hero nas.”
The class erupted. So people cheered, others started muttering ideas to themselves like this was so life-altering decision.
Mineta practically vibrated. “Oh hell yeah, I’ve been waiting for this mont my whole life—”
“Yeah, and society’s been dreading it,” I cut in.
“Rude.”
The door slid open, and Midnight strutted in, hips swaying like she owned the room. She probably did. That leotard left nothing to the imagination.
"The hero na you choose will decide your future," she said, voice smooth. "You should be careful with them. They may stick, you know."
I chuckled. “Is that how Sensei got his na? Eraser Head?”
Aizawa scowled under his scarf like he regretted all his choices. Midnight giggled. “That’s actually true.”
The class broke into laughter. Kaminari slapped his desk. “Wait, seriously? That’s the origin story?”
“Yeah,” Aizawa muttered. “Regret it every day.”
“Well,” I said, smirking, “at least it’s better than ‘Tired Bag Man.’”
“Barely.”
Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, pick a na and write it on your board.”
People got to work, muttering to themselves or bouncing ideas off each other. Bakugo just growled and wrote sothing down without hesitation, like he was daring soone to question it.
Kirishima looked over my shoulder. “You got anything yet?”
I twirled my marker. “Thinking about ‘Chaos Fist.’”
He nodded. “That’s badass.”
“Or ‘Gremlin King.’”
“…Less badass.”
I ignored him and glanced at Izuku, who was still staring at his blank board like it personally insulted him.
“You freezing up again?” I asked.
He jumped a little. “No! I just—” He sighed. “It’s important, you know?”
“It’s a na,” I said. “Pick one that won’t make you sound like an NPC.”
“That’s… not helpful.”
I grinned. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Around the room, people were finishing up. Uraraka flipped her board. “Uravity!”
“Nice,” Sero said. “Simple, clean, rolls off the tongue.”
“Thanks!”
Kirishima held his up. “Red Riot!”
“Sounds like a wrestling move,” I said.
“That’s why it’s great.”
Yaoyorozu smiled. “It fits you well, Kirishima.”
Todoroki, as expected, kept it simple. “Shoto.”
Mineta waggled his eyebrows. “Midnight, you wanna see mine?”
“No,” she said imdiately.
Mineta deflated. “Damn.”
Bakugo flipped his board with a slam. “King Explosion Murder.”
Aizawa sighed, already exhausted. “No.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. “What? Why not?”
Midnight leaned on the desk. “It’s a little… excessive.”
“Then ‘Lord Explosion Murder’!”
“No.”
Bakugo looked ready to combust. “Tch. Fine.” He scratched out so letters and rewrote it. “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is my life now.”
Midnight just smiled. “Well, at least it’s a step forward.”
I turned my board around. “How about ‘Problem Child’?”
Aizawa stared at , dead inside. “Too accurate.”
Midnight giggled. “I like it, but maybe sothing with a little more hero flair?”
I smirked. “Fine. ‘Reckless Endangernt.’”
“…That’s worse.”
“‘Hazard?’”
“That’s just a warning sign.”
“‘nace?’”
“You’re not naming yourself after your personality.”
I sighed. “You people have no taste.”
Izuku finally flipped his board. “Deku.”
Bakugo twitched. “The hell, nerd? That’s an insult.”
“Not anymore,” Izuku said, looking determined. “It’s sothing Kacchan used to call , but soone told it could an ‘never giving up.’ So I’m taking it back.”
Midnight smiled. “I love it.”
I stood up. “Nope. I veto.”
Midnight blinked. “Why are you—why are you holding your balls?”
I duh’ed. “So you can understand I use my family veto rights. Waterworks, pick sothing else.”
Izuku gawked. “What? You can’t veto my na!”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t!”
“Just did.”
Midnight sighed. “Is there a legitimate reason, or are you just being difficult?”
“I refuse to let my family na be associated with a word that sounds like a cheap toy brand.”
Izuku groaned. “It’s my choice!”
“And my right as your older, wiser, and significantly better-looking brother to stop you from making a mistake.”
Bakugo scoffed. “The hell are you whining about? Let the nerd do whatever.”
I ignored him. “Bro, think of branding. ‘Deku’ sounds like sothing you buy at a gas station.”
Uraraka cut in. “But it’s a positive thing now!”
“Is it?” I pointed at Izuku. “Say it with confidence.”
He clenched his fists. “I’m Deku!”
“That sounds like a kid announcing they peed the bed,” I said.
Kaminari burst out laughing. “Bro, he’s got a point.”
Izuku turned red. “It’s not about sounding cool! It’s about aning sothing to .”
I threw my hands up. “Fine. Enjoy your discount knockoff brand of… whatever.”
Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright, moving on!”
I walked to the front, holding up my board. "Bat-Man."
Midnight barely glanced at it before shaking her head. "Yeah, no. Copyright issues."
"Tch." I scratched it out and wrote the next one. "Night Prowler."
She gave a look. "Are you trying to sound like a sex offender?"
"That was unintentional." I crossed it out and wrote, "Boy Predator."
Silence.
Midnight rubbed her temples. "Ryuu."
"Yeah?"
She pointed at the board. "Read it out loud."
I did.
"...Oh."
The class groaned. Kaminari smacked his forehead. "Dude, co on."
Jiro looked disgusted. "What the hell, man?"
"I ant a predator like an apex predator! And I am a boy!" I protested.
"Yeah, and nobody’s gonna think that," Sero muttered.
I erased it. "Fine. How about—" I scribbled sothing else and turned it around. "Fist Wizard."
Aizawa exhaled through his nose. "No."
"Bro, why?"
"You are not calling yourself 'Fist Wizard.'"
I turned to the class. "Does anyone have a problem with Fist Wizard?"
Mina raised a hand. "It sounds like you do weird shit with your fists."
I stared. "I literally fight people with my fists."
"Yeah, but it still sounds weird," Kirishima said.
"Y’all are perverts." I scratched it out. "Alright, next."
I wrote "Street Champion" and flipped it around.
Aizawa stared at . "Do you actually want a na, or are you just wasting ti?"
Midnight held up a hand. "Wait. This one's actually not bad."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"It’s got that underground fighter vibe. Fits your style."
Kirishima nodded. "Yeah, it works."
Bakugo scoffed. "It’s la."
"Your na sounds like an energy drink," I shot back.
"The fuck did you say?"
"You heard , Mister Great Explosion Murder Whatever."
He looked ready to throw hands, but Midnight clapped. "Alright! Ryuu Midoriya, hero na: Street Champion. Final answer?"
I erased it. "No, wait. Lem think a bit more."
Midnight tilted her head. "Take your ti, but let’s keep it moving."
I glanced at Bakugo’s board. "Wait, so you’re actually going with that? You’re really locking in ‘Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight’?"
Bakugo tensed. "Yeah? The fuck’s it to you?"
I waved my marker. "I just think you’re missing out on better options."
He scoffed. "Like what, dumbass?"
I wrote on my board and flipped it. "Sweaty Hands."
Kaminari choked. Mina burst out laughing.
Bakugo’s eyebrow twitched. "The fuck kinda na—"
"Or, if you want sothing classier," I wrote again, "'Boom Boom Bitch.'"
Jiro covered her mouth. Kirishima coughed, trying not to laugh.
Bakugo slamd his hands on the desk. "I’LL KILL YOU!"
"Relax, relax," I said, erasing it. "I got a compromise. BBB. Short, simple, and keeps the ‘Boom Boom Bitch’ energy without spelling it out."
"Why are you like this?" Izuku muttered.
"Because soone has to be."
Bakugo grabbed his marker and scrawled sothing aggressively. I peeked. He just underlined Dynamight like a psychopath.
Midnight clapped her hands. "Alright, moving on from Bakugo’s existential crisis—Ryuu, have you decided yet?"
I tapped my marker against my chin. "Thinking. Thinking."
Kirishima leaned over. "You sure you don’t wanna stick with ‘Street Champion’? It fits."
I scribbled on my board. "Maybe." I flipped it. "'nace to Society.'"
Midnight humd. "Fitting, but maybe a bit… much?"
I erased it. "Okay, how about ‘Wildcard’?"
She nodded. "I like that one."
I tilted my head. "Yeah. Yeah, that works." I locked it in.
Midnight turned back to the class. "Alright! With nas decided, we move on to internships. Get ready—real hero work is about to begin."
Kaminari pumped his fist. "Ti to see how pros do it!"
"Or how much they regret picking us," Jiro muttered.
I had a feeling the pro heroes were about to regret all of this.
Ryuu Midoriya – Wildcard
Izuku Midoriya – Deku
Katsuki Bakugo – Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight(after much arguing)
Shoto Todoroki – Shoto
Tenya Iida – Ingenium (taking up his brother’s na)
Ochaco Uraraka – Uravity
Eijiro Kirishima – Red Riot
Denki Kaminari – Chargebolt
Momo Yaoyorozu – Creati
Fumikage Tokoyami – Tsukuyomi
Kyoka Jiro – Earphone Jack
Mina Ashido – Pinky
zo Shoji – Tentacole
Hanta Sero – Cellophane
Rikido Sato – Sugarman
Mashirao Ojiro – Tailman
Tsuyu Asui – Froppy
Toru Hagakure – Invisible Girl
Minoru Mineta – Grape Juice
Yuga Aoyama – Can’t Stop Twinkling (because of course he did)
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