Hero names, One for All and Internships

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Sorry for the late update! I meant to publish this chapter yesterday, but that didn't go as planned... WHOOPS! (The above picture is because I can, as it obviously has nothing at all todo with anything in this book. I just felt like putting it there.)

Izuku's PoV:
After the U.A. Tournament people haven't stopped staring and talking about me when they think I can't hear them. With what I did, crushing the medal, makes people more curious and passing around more rumors about me than there already were. The only one who knows even part of my past is Bakugou, and I don't think he's told anyone about me. He doesn't particularly like talking about me due to his fear of me. He probably thinks I'll do something to him if he talks about what he knows about me, but honestly, I couldn't give less of a shit. He doesn't know much anyways since he's been avoiding me since we were four. I sit down in my seat as Aizawa walks in and I can tell he looks at me first. I don't look at him, I just look down at my desk, which makes me look deep in thought, but I'm really not, I'm paying attention, I just don't feel like looking up. Aizawa passes some boards to the first person in each row and they get passed back. I'm at the back of the class and next to the window, so I get the last board in my row and recognize it's a whiteboard. Markers are passed back and Aizawa explains that we're picking our hero names today. I finally look at him and then look down at my board and start writing, not caring as Midnight walks in and starts talking. I look at my board in satisfaction.  As soon as they call for a volunteer to share, everything goes quiet and I look up. I stand up and everyone looks at me as I walk to the front. I don't say anything as I just show them my board

"Lone Soldier?" Midnight asks. "Why this name?"

I look at her and then look at my classmates, who almost all seem to flinch. I then look back at Midnight with an eyebrow raised as if telling her 'That's why'. She nods and looks at the name.

"I suppose it's good. It doesn't talk about quirk, which I suppose when you're fighting an enemy who only knows your name would be good. I'm only concerned about whether or not it fits you."

"It fits. If it didn't, I wouldn't have picked it," I say simply and she nods. I walk back to my seat and everyone starts getting up one by one and presenting theirs. I didn't care, I just looked out the window. Although, I could tell when Bakugou was up in front of the class, because he's decided to yell today. I didn't even look away from the window, so he seemed to relax a bit today seeing I didn't care. Once everyone's done, Aizawa tells us about the internships we'll be having. I had the most requests, Todoroki also had many, Bakugou having the third most and so on. Many didn't get any requests to work with people, but they'll still be selecting places to go work since we're all forced to go work with pro heroes to train. I'm handed a list of people who requested me and look it over. I don't care for any of these people. Class soon ends and everyone leaves. I get up and go to leave when there's still a few people left in the class. As soon as I open the door, I see All Might suddenly run over, bent over in a way where he's at my height. I just stare at him, although everyone left in the class is suddenly interested and staring at us.

"What are you doing, All Might?" I ask, bored.

"We need to talk, remember I told you during the festival that I needed to talk to you?" He says. I nod at the memory, not really caring. "Good, then come with me."

"Why can't we talk right here?"

"Because people will overhear us."

"Fine." I follow All Might out of the classroom and then out of the school. He grabs me and tells me to brace myself. As soon as I'm ready, he jumps and takes me somewhere we can talk privately. As soon as he puts me down, I look around and recognize it's the beach. He must have cleaned it up, because there's no longer trash anywhere. I turn my back to him and look out at the ocean. "What did you want to talk about?"

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