Karera No Hero Academia =ON HIATUS FOR NOW=

Day One of Internships

I stare at the paper in my hands, shaking slightly. I can't intern with him. They can't make me. I glance at Aizawa, who's droning on about how the internships are going to work. I raise my hand, interrupting his spiel. He stops, staring in my general direction and nodding.

"Do I have to intern here?" Aizawa clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed.

"I already explained that if you only have one offer you have to go there. If you were liste-"

"I was listening. But, I can't intern there."

"If you want to be a hero, you'll have to do things you don't always want to do. You might as well get used to it now."

"But this is dif-"

"I don't care." Aizawa snaps, clearly at the end of his rope. The bell rings, echoing through the now silent classroom. He waves his hand to dismiss the class. Everyone stands up, glancing at me curiously as they prepare to leave. I stare back down at my paper, shaking more. The voices in my head whisper to themselves.

Best Jeanist.

The next day I stand in front of a large building, my head cocked back in slight awe but mostly in annoyance.

Why does he have to be so popular?

I inwardly sigh, walking forward and gripping the handle tightly. I freeze, suddenly crippled in fear. I can't do this. I can't. I ca-

"Move it, idiot." I snap out of my trance, glimpsing behind me, and at Bakugo. He clicks his tongue, shoving me aside angrily. "I said move." He opens the door, shouldering his way past me. I sigh, stepping in after him. I can't prolong this any longer.

We step inside, getting directions from a secretary, who directs us to Best Jeanist's office. We shuffle in, stopping once inside. Best Jeanist stares out the window in front of him, not bothering to look our way.

"To be perfectly frank, I don't like either of you."

"Huh?" Bakugo grunts, confused.

"I know full well why you choose my agency," Best Jeanist claims, tapping his foot in annoyance. "Because I'm one of the top five most popular heroes."

"Hey, look. You're the one that made an offer for me." Bakugo retorts, anger fuming off of him.

"Yes. Recently, all of my recruits have been perfect little angels, so you two certainly stood out." He turns to Bakugo. "I watched the way you fought at the sports festival. You have a good handle on your powerful quirk and a decent grasp of its application as well. You're an outstanding talent, I'd say you're already good enough to take on as a sidekick. However, you do have a fatal flaw. You believe you're the best, and you display that belief without regard of how it reflects on you or your image. You have a ferocious nature."

"Don't tell me you brought me here just to give me a lecture!" Bakugo yells, rage radiating from him as he steps forward intimidatingly. Best Jeanist simply ignores him.

"And you," He adds, turning to me. "You have a tendency to lose control, as I'm sure you know full well. You can't control yourself. How can you be a hero when you can't control your anger?" I clench my fists, staring at the floor as he continues. "I have to correct people like you. It's part of my duty to society. Heroes and villains are cut from the same cloth, so your job here is to watch me. I'll show you what makes someone a hero."

"What in the hell are you doing?" Bakugo snarls, glaring at the pro.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm educating you on becoming an exemplary pro. That includes being aware of the way you speak, your appearance, controlling your emotions, your morals. There are countless things you need to learn, but in the brief period of one week, I will stitch these things into the fabric of your being."

I avoid his gaze, my breath quickening as memories of my parent's corpses enter my mind.

"Is there a problem, Anonymous?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me. I open my mouth, ready to tell him, then close it again. I can't tell him the truth, no way. I look to the ground again, shaking my head. "Then you two are dismissed. You may unpack your bags and report to lunch. After that, we'll get started."

I can hear Bakugo's teeth grinding against each other, but he doesn't protest. He picks up his bag, leaving the room angrily. I follow, not sure what else to do.

Shortly after we establish our rooms we find ourselves in a small meeting area, eating our measly lunches. We sit in silence, having no reason to talk anyway. I relish the moment, glad that my voices are keeping quiet. Though they seem on edge, nervous.

"What's up with you anyway?" Bakugo suddenly asks, shattering the peace. I sigh, shrugging.

"Nothing."

"Stop lying, idiot. There's clearly something up." He grits his teeth, whispering under his breath. "Pathetic." I stare at my rice, absent-mindedly poking at it. "You're going to piss me off if you're like this all week." He grunts, clearly trying to hide his concern with annoyance. I glance at him, around the room, and back at my food.

"When I was younger, I didn't know how my quirk worked yet," I mutter, avoiding eye contact. "I didn't realize how strong some quirks are. The first time I met Best Jeanist was the first time I lost control." I pause, prodding my meal with a chopstick. "That day I killed my parents." I finish, standing up. I can feel Bakugo's eyes on me as I throw my uneaten food away and disappear through the door.