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Internships.

The energy in the classroom was buzzing as we all filed in, the air charged with anticipation. Aizawa stood at the front, his expression as deadpan as ever, while a stack of papers rested ominously on the desk beside him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming next.

"The results of the internship offers are in," he said, his voice dragging as if he were narrating his own slow descent into boredom. "They're based on your performances in the Sports Festival. Don't make a big deal out of it if your name didn't stand out to the pros."

I sank into my seat, propping my chin on my hand. Internships. Right. Another way to prove to the world that I was capable of more than slacking off and looking intimidating.

Names started to appear on the board in glowing letters. At first, there were the obvious heavy-hitters: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya. Then the rest of the class followed.

I wasn't particularly concerned about the numbers. I mean, let's be real—I didn't go into the festival with a strategy to impress anyone. But when my name showed up with a decent handful of offers, I raised an eyebrow.

"Woods! You got offers?!" Kaminari exclaimed, leaning over his desk to gawk at the board.

"Yeah, apparently some pros have taste," I said, shrugging like it was no big deal, even though part of me was kind of surprised. Sure, I wasn't expecting zero offers, but I wasn't expecting... this many.

"Bet they're from underground heroes," Jirou said, smirking. "You've got that whole dark, mysterious vibe."

"Or heroes who don't mind dealing with a walking swear jar," Mina teased, grinning at me.

"Ha, ha." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. "Keep it up, and I'll start charging you per joke."

The classroom was buzzing with speculation, everyone comparing their numbers and guessing which agencies might've noticed them. I glanced over at Bakugou, who was sitting with his usual air of superiority, arms crossed as if this whole thing was beneath him. His name had the most offers by far, no surprise there.

Aizawa cut through the noise with a sharp, "Quiet down. This isn't a popularity contest. The number of offers doesn't matter if you're not prepared to learn from the experience. Choose your placements wisely."

I tuned out the rest of his lecture, my eyes drifting back to the list. I wasn't sure which agency I'd end up with, but one thing was clear: I needed to pick one that would actually challenge me.

"Ryo," Aizawa called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I straightened up, pretending I'd been paying attention.

"You'd better take this seriously," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "The right mentor could make all the difference for you."

I nodded, his words sinking in. Despite his gruff exterior, I knew he wanted the best for me. That, or he just didn't want to deal with me slacking off anymore.

As the class filed out for lunch, I hung back, still staring at the board. Internships, huh? Maybe this was my chance to prove—if only to myself—that I wasn't just coasting through this hero thing.

Now, the only question was: which lucky pro was going to have the honor of dealing with me?