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Dear Diary - Hero names.

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Dear Diary

As I stood at my locker, putting away my extra supplies, I noticed Iida sprinting into the entrance, followed by Midoriya. His usual determined expression was replaced by a look of sadness, a subtle yet noticeable shift in his demeanor. I could tell something was wrong, but I knew better than to pry. Iida was the type to share when he was ready, and pushing him would only make things worse.

I adjusted my bandages, wincing slightly at the tightness around my ribs. The battle wounds from the sports festival were still fresh. As I turned to head back to class, I heard a familiar, enthusiastic voice. "Mon chéri! Where were you this morning? We wanted to walk with you!" Aoyama dashed towards me, his sparkling eyes filled with concern. His worry was almost too obvious as he looked deep into my eyes, searching for any signs of distress.

"I had an errand to run this morning," I replied with a reassuring smile. "Sorry I missed you guys." Aoyama nodded, still looking a bit unsure but accepting my explanation. As we made our way into the classroom, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Our recent performances at the sports festival had brought us a surge of recognition, and everyone was talking about it.

I could feel the exhaustion settling in as I took my seat. Despite the rest, the events of the past few days had taken their toll. My classmates were animated, sharing stories and speculating about their newfound popularity. Amidst the chatter, I couldn't help but let my mind drift back.

"Morning," Aizawa stated, his voice cutting through the chatter in the classroom. His presence was unnerving, a stark contrast to his usual bandaged appearance. The absence of his injuries caught everyone off guard; Recovery Girl must have gone above and beyond. I couldn't help but giggle softly, knowing firsthand the peculiar sensation of being over-healed. "Hero informatics," Aizawa announced calmly. "You need code names."

The class erupted with excitement, the noise level skyrocketing. The anticipation was palpable, everyone eager to define their hero identities. I placed my hands over my ears, trying to drown out the noise. Since the fight, I'd been dealing with lingering pain, random nosebleeds, dizzy spells, and even some severe mood swings. The aftereffects were taking a toll on me, making it hard to keep up with the high-energy atmosphere.

Aizawa began explaining the process for selecting hero names, referencing his own experiences and the importance of a name in defining one's hero identity. He then pulled up the offer list, detailing the agencies and heroes interested in us based on our performances at the sports festival. I was taken aback by the overwhelming number of offers I received. The screen displayed a long list of agencies, each vying for my attention. My name had the highest number of offers in the class, even more than Bakugou, who had placed first in the festival. The realization was both humbling and exhilarating.