"For today's class, Midnight will be teaching you." Eraserhead or Mr. Aizawa as his students would refer to him announced while the assistant teacher for today entered with a smile and wave. Him wasting no time to get into his sleeping bag in the corner of the room, drowning out everything to nap.
"Good morning students! This will be a little similar to how we did with your hero names, except you will be coming up with merchandise you'd like to sell to the public of yourself when becoming a hero! You have ten minutes." Midnight dismissed, still continuing to talk.
"Be mindful to make it something relevant to what you do or else it'll come off as inauthentic and the consumers won't like it. I will give you some time to think amongst yourselves before putting you in pairs." She snapped her fingers, walking around the room.
Katsuki had already thought about things he wanted to sell, even going back and adding a figurine collectable and card like All Might has.
Though, having some commentary on things that could apply solely to him and his Quirk could actually be beneficial and get him notoriety. Not that he'd ever admit to wanting someone's help.
The people here didn't seem like the best at thinking about these things though. They struggled enough with picking their hero names, just imagine this? He could picture it now.
Them all taking ideas from stuff that already existed, despite him doing the same. It was different, he added a spark! Pun intended, he could make a joke book couldn't he? Maybe even a guide to insulting people-
"Alright everyone, group up with the person next to you to share your ideas and recommendations for each other. You all have five minutes!" Midnight announced, taking him out of his headspace.
Turning to Jirou who was already looking towards him. His eyes looking back when seeing [Name] partnered up with Tokoyami. Looking down to get a glimpse of her fingers, but his attempt being in vain when seeing she had her hands under her thighs while facing the boy she was partnered with. Quickly looking back at Jirou before she noticed.
"So a few of my things I thought of for myself are my own headphone line. Sell my own brand of instruments? When it comes to charity and things like that I'd host talent shows and such." She twirled her earphone jacks. "What about you?"
Narrowing his eyes he turned away. Her ideas sounded so much better than his. Of course it's because they fit her personality and quirk, but it made his sound really stupid and generic. Placing his palm in his hand he shrugged his shoulders.
"Haven't came up with anything yet."
"Well just let me know when you do, I don't have any ideas for what suits you." Jirou tilted her head in thought, trying to think of something that'd suit him.
"Once you are finished talking with your partner you are free to switch with whoever else is done with theirs!" Midnight spoke, walking with her arms behind her back. Standing up from her seat Jirou walked over to [Name], offering to switch seats which she accepted, letting her take her seat. Moving to hers next to Bakugo.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What do you have?" She put her hands together between her thighs, looking over at him to show her engagement in the conversation.
"Nothing." He continued his lie, earning a nod from her.
"Well I have something I think would be good for marketing you." She started, making him look back over. "Maybe sweatbands because your quirk involves sweating to make your explosions."
"Not interested." He shook his head, not being too fond of it although taking it into consideration.
"Okay, no worries. What about fireworks? You get very creative with names and you can name each of them after something. What's your hero name again? Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight? You can name one murder, another explosion, and another dynamight. The biggest one you create can be your whole hero name!" She explained, a smile finding its way onto her face.
That... wasn't too bad actually. He wasn't a fan of fireworks because he saw them as pointless. Though other people enjoyed them! It was similar to his Quirk, original, big. How come he didn't think of it? Doesn't matter, it was gonna be his.
"I like it." He turned to her, lifting his face from his palm. Inhaling deeply. "I actually do have some ideas I sketched out..."
"Really? Can I see?" [Name] requested, turning towards him more. Her interest growing when art was mentioned. He narrowed his eyes, hesitantly opening his bag. Pulling out the sketchbook before flipping the page of his merch sketches, handing it to her irritatedly. Politely accepting it with her well hand she sat it on her desk, taking in the attention to the details he put in.
"This is really good. I love how you drew every detail you wanted to include, even down to the two dots on your hero costume from your designer." She complimented.
"Thanks... I took inspiration from All Might." He admitted, immediately regretting it afterwards.
"That's sweet. Did you also take inspiration from other things like the lunch box?" She tilted her head curiously looking down at the paper.
"Somewhat. It's pretty common for children to get lunch boxes with their favorite cartoons or heroes on it." He explained earning a nod from her.
"Yeah, but it suits you. You're a pretty great cook so I think it's a good aspect to advertise with, although only people who've ate your food know about it. You can go on a cooking show to promote it, maybe collaborate with your favorite restaurant?" She offered, handing him back his item. He nodded his head, eyes narrowing at her hand.
"Your fingers are purple. Did you go to Recovery Girl?" He gestured to the left hand that was held out to him, taking the book from her grasp. Looking down at her hand she shook her head.
"No. I put some ice on it yesterday. It doesn't affect me too much cause I'm right handed so I don't mind." She shrugged.
"Doesn't matter if you don't mind. It looks broken, you should get it checked out. Do it now or I'll force you to go myself." He turned to her, point a finger in her face.
"But we're in class." She tried to find an excuse.
"Ask to be excused. She'll let you go." He retorted, not having it.
"I dunno-" He interrupted, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the seat before she had a chance to protest. Irritatedly making his way toward the door.
"Where are you two going?" Midnight interrogates, strutting toward them with her arms crossed.
"This nerd has broken fingers and refuses to go to Recovery Girl, so I'm making her." He held up her arm with the broken fingers, making her look down in awkwardness.
"It's nothing really-"Oh my, make sure she gets there immediately!" Midnight interrupts, shooing them out the classroom. Quickly closing the door behind them.
Gosh darn it.
