Every day started to feel the same for (Y/n). She would take a means of public transportation to get to the school and then sit in the teachers lounge and do nothing for a couple hours before going home. Aizawa had told her that she only needed to be with the students when they were doing training exercises or attending fieldtrips. These "training exercises" that she had to supervise were basically her and Aizawa watching a ton of 16 year-olds punch the air for a couple hours. And then she would have to hear Aizawa brutally criticize them in an attempt to get them to improve, which surprisingly worked most of the time. (Y/n) would actually try to remember the advice that Aizawa would give the teenagers so that she could use it for her own advantage. Just because she is invincible, does not mean she knows how to actually protect others or fight back. So she found it worth her time and attention to practice her own physical abilities every now and then.
As for the students, (Y/n) had got to learn about them from a distance. She didn't want to learn names so she would just identify them as their discernable personality traits. The green-haired boy had asked her many times what her quirk was. He seemed to get excited by that sort of thing, so (Y/n) wouldn't tell him. The short, purple pervert had asked her what her bra size was and to that (Y/n) gave him a detention, which she thought it was kind of cool that she was granted the power to give out detentions. There was a blonde boy with blood-shot eyes that had never once interacted with her, but for some reason would shoot death glares at her every once and a while. For the most part, (Y/n) was doing good with the students. She doesn't understand why U.A. needed interns, when everything happening at the school seems to be going fine. But she let the question slide to the back of her brain because she was basically being paid 54,000 yen a week to do absolutely nothing. By this rate, she can move out of her crummy apartment in a couple of months and live somewhere nice where she can actually take care of herself.
As of right now, (Y/n) was currently grading papers with Aizawa. She'd get bored easily with the lack of work so she would put in an extra time to do things like grade work, check over lesson plans, and re-adjust syllabi. Aizawa didn't seem to mind since it meant less work for him to do and more time for his "power naps."
There was a small desk next to the teachers desk where (Y/n) would sit. Aizawa had gotten it for her since it just seemed more convenient.
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(Rough example of the layout of the room)
(Y/n) had finished grading the last paper. The name on top read "Yaoyorozu, Momo". She had gotten a 45/45. After neatly putting the papers into a stack, the intern stood up to place the stack on Aizawa's desk. Looking up at the clock, (Y/n) had noticed it was 5:00 PM. The students had been released 2 hours ago.
"Aizawa, I'm gonna start heading home."
Overtime, the intern had grown into a more informal relationship with the teacher. They talked like friends and not like co-workers.
Aizawa had looked up at the girl for a moment and grumbled. "Before you go, I need to tell you what's going to be happening next week."
(Y/n) had walked closer to the teacher's desk, showing she was listening.
