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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 39: Call Me Hero

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

Back in school after two days off, Isamu Haimawari was still riding a pretty good high. While a part of him still refused to believe that he’d won the Sports Festival, hearing the congratulations of so many people, both those in his neighborhood and people who had just seen him on TV, along with all the discussion and replays being shown on the news, had helped to cement it in his mind. He was going to take pride in what he’d done, while still acknowledging there were several times it could have gone either way. If Midoriya hadn’t come up with the plan for them to cooperate or if some of his matches had been different people or gone just a little differently, he likely wouldn’t have done as well.

Still: he actually felt like a winner.

“Newb.”

He looked up to see Kirishima-Bakugo standing in front of his desk, muscular arms crossed in front of her chest. Her red eyes narrowed as she looked him over, everything about her body language reading as a challenge. But there was something else there too, some subtle sign of acknowledgement that wasn’t there before, as though for the she was seeing him as worthy of her attention for the first time. She did seem to respect strength and skill, after all.

“Yes?” Isamu asked.

She stared him down for a moment longer before speaking. “You did good,” she said. “Seems I underestimated you.”

He definitely wasn’t expecting that, but he quickly found his voice. “Ah, thanks,” he said. “You did good too. Pretty impressive fight against Izumi.”

“Izzy kicked my ass is what she did,” Kirishima-Bakugo replied. She moved to take her seat. “But believe me. I won’t be underestimating you again.”

Well. That wasn’t worrisome at all.

At the desk next to his, Mineta turned so she could talk to Kirishima-Bakugo. “What? No congratulations for me?”

“I still can’t believe you came in second,” Kaminari told her, rolling her eyes.

“What, like it’s hard?” Mineta replied.

At her desk, Kirishima-Bakugo fumed. “I’m acknowledging your victory while refusing to acknowledge you, Horse-Girl.”

Mineta shrugged. “You know what, I’m going to take that as a win here. On top of my actual win. Which I had. And you didn’t.”

Kirishima-Bakugo started rising out of her desk again, rage twisting up her features. “I swear, I will I will blow those damn horns right off your head…”

“Can I get out of the way first?” Kaminari asked, Extension Cords up in the air. “Or maybe just tase you both?

Kirishima-Bakuago growled, but sat back down. A quick glance around showed that Izumi had turned around in the front row and was watching them. Thank goodness for small favors. “You’re still an idiot, Horse-Girl. I’m not gonna underestimate you either. So keep up or get out of the way. And don’t think you can rely on provocation all the time. It won’t save you from me…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Mineta said, rolling her eyes.

“How did Uncle Minoru take how you won?” Kaminari asked.

Mineta shook her head. “He called it ‘great use of psychological tactics’. My innocence is his eyes is safe.”

“Talk about blindspots…”

“On the other hand,” she went on, “he did threaten Shinji when Mom invited him and his dad out to dinner to celebrate my win after the festival…”

Isamu did remember a large teen in a Shiketsu school uniform embracing Mineta after the Festival, twirling her around. He hadn’t gotten his name then, but that must have been Shinji. Who’d have ever thought someone like Mineta would have a friend like that? And apparently as a boyfriend?

He wasn’t sure if he should feel sorry for the guy or not. At the very least, it didn’t look like it was restraining her personality any. She was still Mineta, still hitting on everything that moved (which included him).

Of course, he had his own potential for a girlfriend on the horizon too. He’d spent a decent amount of time over the break texting with Kana Tetsutetsu, even video chatting with her for a little while. She’d turned out to be a pretty fun person to talk to and seemed a lot like a less scary version of Kirishima-Bakugo. Intense and dedicated, but not ready to go off at a moment’s notice. Plus, they’d turned out to both be fans of the cheesy martial arts flicks from the early days of Quirk-based films, which gave them a lot to talk about.

If all went well, they’d try and watch one together before the internships started next week.

The internships. He’d tried hard not to think about that over the two days. As the winner of the Sports Festival, he was likely to get a lot of offers. How would he know who to choose? And there was still the possibility of being overlooked. His win would give him a lot of cache, but considering how many kids of important Heroes were in his class and the others, he wondered if people wouldn’t be more likely to scout them instead, trying to network or curry favor…

Around him, everyone in the classroom was talking about their Sports Festival performance, some happier than others, some lamenting how early they’d been knocked out. The noise was only broken when Aizawa’s sleeping bag clad form suddenly appeared from behind the lectern.

“So. Let’s talk about the Sports Festival. Pretty cute, the way you used teamwork to get past the First Stage. A nice exploitation of a loophole, since it’s not against the rules. And Heroes should be able to work together with anyone.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the classroom. Aizawa as a teacher as perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. He didn’t hand out praise easily, so where this was leading, no one seemed to know.

“Which means I’ll just have to make sure All Might and the others ride you harder to make sure your individual skills don’t atrophy.”

There it was. That was the other shoe. Heroics Classes already were pushing them right up to their limits and beyond… how much worse could it get?!

Aizawa continued. “With that being said, we can discuss the Internship offers that have come up.”

He tapped a button on the lectern and the results of the Internship offers appeared on the board. “These numbers are not necessarily reflective of the total number of offers you received. All Might, Midnight, Principal Nezu, and I spent a considerable amount of time reviewing your offers and eliminating any offers that appeared to be made simply to take advantage of who your parents are.”

Toshinori Midoriya: 4007

Isamu Haimawari: 3546

Mika Mineta: 1451

Izumi Torodoki: 400

Kimiko Ojiro: 203

Asuka Tokoyami: 106

Katsumi: Kirishima-Bakugo: 73

Sora Iida: 40

Chihiro Kaminari: 8

Takuma Sero: 7

Tensei Iida: 6

Shota Shinso: 5

Takiyo Aoyama: 4

Daisuke Shoji: 3

Kenta Sato: 2

Akaya Koda: 2

“Hey!” Mineta cried out. “I did better than Midoriya! Why’s he got so many more offers than me?”

“Maybe because Toshi’s not a lunatic nymphomaniac?” Kirishima-Bakugo said. “Who sexually harassed her opponents on live television?”

“…Besides that!”

Isamu was pretty sure his heart had just stopped. How had that many people noticed him, thought he was worthy of their attention? Maybe not as many as Midoriya, but way more than he would have ever expected. He couldn’t help but feel bad for some of the others though, who hadn’t gotten nearly as much attention.

“Alas,” he heard Aoyama say. “My radiance did not draw the attention it deserved.”

“You shall have other chances,” Koda assured him. “And if your internship goes well, it will already open doors to further notice.”

“I suppose so, Mademoiselle Koda, but still…”

“Congratulations, Sister!” Tensei Iida said. “You do the Iida Family line proud by your successes!”

“Do not be so quick to dismiss your own, Little Brother,” Sora Iida replied. “With two of us, the honor is twice as large!”

“Go Kimiko!” Sero said. “I’m totally tagging your videos with “Sports Festival Finalist” now. Our hit count’s gonna be through the roof!”

“Sorry you two didn’t do better,” Ojiro said.

Sato waved it off. “Always next year. And apparently somebody liked what they saw with me…”

“Oh, man, everybody was so awesome,” Shinso squealed. “You all did so great! Toshi was all bouncing around and Izumi was throwing all that ice and Tokoyami did that super-cool armor trick and Haimawari was all ZOOOOOM and…”

“Breathe, Shota,” Tokoyami said.

“Still, an impressive accounting by all of you,” Izumi said.

“Guess stretching by Cords out wasn’t all for nothing,” Kaminari added.

“I suppose it’s an honor just to be noticed, even by three people,” Shoji said. Isamu didn’t know him well, but he didn’t sound particularly depressed by it. Little seemed to faze the six-armed young man.

“Thirty-five hundred people,” Isamu said quietly. “Still don’t believe it.”

“If you’re all done?” Aizawa snapped, impatient working its way into his voice. “I’ll be distributing the requests that go with those numbers shortly. As I expected, there was significant coordination on the part of your parents. Technically, a logical exploitation of a loophole in the rules I issued them against scouting their own children. So not unexpected. However, in the meantime, we need to discuss your Hero names. I’m sure most of you have had these planned for a while, but Midnight would try to murder me if I didn’t indulge her little games.”

“Oh, don’t sound so judgmental about it, Eraser,” Vice-Principal Midnight said, standing in the now open classroom door. “I love listening to what these fresh young minds have come up with…”

***

Koharu struggled to still the shaking of her hand as she pushed open the door to the door to the school’s office. She’d been abruptly summoned from her Homeroom class to come to come to there and her mind raced with possibilities about what it might entail. The two days since the Sports Festival had passed quickly, but with plenty of congratulations from family and friends and even total strangers. Already, the rest of her Class was treating her like the second coming of Shinso.

Inside, one of the school secretaries, a woman pale green skin and blonde hair, looked up. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Koharu gathered her wits. “I’m… I’m Koharu Kocho. I got a message saying they wanted to see me down here?”

The woman nodded and pointed to a door marked with the name “Nezu” on its nameplate. The Principal’s office. “In there,” the secretary said. “They’re expecting you, so no need to knock.”

Taking another breath to steady herself, Koharu crossed the room and opened the door to the Principal’s office. Inside, the strange mouse-bear-dog that was Nezu sat behind a massive mahogany desk, with All Might on one side of his chair and Water Spout on the other, all of them pouring over papers strewn out across the desk and a paused video of some kind of an angled computer monitor.

“Ah, Miss Kocho, welcome!” Nezu said, gesturing towards a chair in front of the desk. “Please, have a seat. May I offer you some tea?”

The hyper-intelligent animal was spritely, despite the small but thick glasses that rested on his nose and the grey around his muzzle. Koharu didn’t know how old he was, but he’d been the principal for well over twenty-five years, even before Heroes like Deku and Ground Zero graced the halls. He had to be well past the life expectancy of… whatever it was he was, exactly.

This wasn’t the first time she’d been in the presence of All Might, of course, having received her medal (and a hug!) from him at the Sports Festival. But here, away from the cameras, he seemed just a little more serious, a little more subdued. Water Spout was a new one, though.

“I, ah, yes, thank you,” she said, as she took a seat.

“Very good,” Nezu said, nodding slightly. “If you wouldn’t mind, Water Spout?”

“Of course, Principal,” the dark-haired Hero said, moving to the corner of the office where Nezu kept a tea service. “It’ll be just a few minutes.”

“I must congratulate you on your win again, Miss Kocho,” Nezu said. “You nearly set a new record for the General Studies department. Of course, there are those who do not count Akamine’s first place victory of a few years ago, since all he did was endure the attacks of others based on his invulnerability.”

Koharu shook her head, slowly, so as not to overly agitate her antennae. “I wouldn’t. He used his Quirk and his head and won fair and square.”

Nezu nodded. “Mmm-hmm, my assessment as well. His path may have lead him elsewhere, but in that moment, it was surely his victory.”

“Young Kocho,” All Might began, his deep voice kind and encouraging, “how would you describe your performance at the Sports Festival?”

Koharu closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a breath. She accepted the tea that Water Spout handed her. “Sugar? Honey? Milk?” he asked.

“Honey, please,” she said, then, when that had been added, extended her proboscis into the tea and took a long sip. It was warm and sweet, perfect to her taste. If any of the three adults seemed disturbed by her drinking method, it didn’t show on their faces. She appreciated that. Wings and antennae were one thing, and while they brought her plenty of attention, they didn’t bring her much bigotry. But when she started to drink, that’s when the looks of disgust usually came out.

The long drink gave her a moment to formulate her answer. “I did alright during the Obstacle Course. Middle of the pack. My Quirk was pretty good at bringing down the drones and I was able to fly around a lot of them. Quirkball… I survived. Barely. My Scales and my String-Shot were good at taking people down so they could be hit, but it was a lot to keep track of. I didn’t always do that good a job, didn’t always realize just how big a target I was.”

All Might and Nezu nodded. “Good,” All Might said. “Please, go on.”

Koharu drank some more of her tea before she continued. She’d come this far. They deserved nothing less than her total honesty. Besides, she was fairly certain this was some kind of test in and of itself. She’d heard rumors about the Principal and all the wheels within wheels he spun.

“I got lucky in the Tournament.,” she said. “My first match was Monoma.” Once I got out of the range of that Binding Cloth of his, there wasn’t much he could do to me. It was just a matter of time before I got him with my String-Shot or my Scales.”

“Nothing wrong with having a Quirk your opponent can’t match,” Water Spout said. “That’s why I get called in to fight fire and flame villains, even though I’m a Rescue Hero. Not much most of them can do against a few dozen gallons of water. But it still takes strategy.”

Not a bad point, now that she thought about it.

“You should know Monoma speaks rather highly of you,” Nezu added. “He’s sent no less than a dozen e-mails to myself, the three Hero Class Homeroom teachers, and several of the other teachers insisting that you be added to the Hero Class.”

He looked down at a printout in his hand. “Ah, yes, and “preferably in Class 1-B.’”

“Against Ojiro, though, she was faster on the move than he was. She got up close instead of trying to go from the distance. Plus, you know, the whole invisibility thing. So I had to use my antennae to find her, but once I did, I could take her out with my String-Shot. I took a lot more of a beating in that one though. Much more of a physical fight. Not totally used to using my wings like that.”

“And you still emerged victorious,” All Might said. “Young Ojiro is an extremely skilled fighter. You did quite well to overcome here.”

“If you would talk about your last fight, Miss Kocho?” Nexu prompted.

“Against Mineta?” she said. “Yeah, okay. I wasn’t prepared for it. Not really. I watched her other fights and she’s pretty hard to get a read on. One minute, she’s fighting or brawling, the next she’s trying to get in somebody’s head. Add in her ability to fire off those balls, she was pretty dangerous. I figured I had the best chance if I got airborne and just took her out with a Sleep Powder or a Paralysis Powder, but she was just all over me, shooting those balls everywhere.”

She looked down at an empty teacup. Nezu, All Might, and Water Spout gave her the moment to gather her thoughts. “They got all over my wings. Pinned them to the ground. Maybe I could have kept fighting. Even if I was pinned, I still had my String-Shot. But I was afraid to tearing my wings. I don’t know… I don’t know if I could heal from that. So I gave up. Not very heroic, really.”

“You understood your limits,” All Might said, gently, coming around the desk. He got down on one knee next to her chair and put a hand on her shoulder. “There is nothing wrong with being afraid. Even the mightiest of us have felt fear. But if you’re to join the Hero Course, you’re going to have to learn to surpass that fear and find new limits.”

“I… what?” Nothing in that last sentence made any sense to her right now.

“We’ve been viewing your Sports Festival footage, as well as your performance during the Entrance Exam,” Nezu said. “We’ve also spoken to your physical education teacher, and several of your other teachers. What happened to you during the Entrance Exam was a rather tragic accident. Based upon your initial performance and your performance during the Sports Festival, I was able to extrapolate a probable score for you if you hadn’t been knocked out.”

Nezu pushed his chair back and hopped down, slowly walking around the desk with the aid of his cane. “You should have passed with flying colors.”

“I… what?” Koharu repeated.

Nezu offered her a hand. “Miss Kocho, if you are willing to put in a, frankly, considerable amount of work to get caught up, we are pleased to offer you a place in the Hero Course for the second semester.”

***

Isamu wasn’t surprised that all of his classmates had names ready to go. And he probably shouldn’t have been surprised that Aizawa had opted to hide himself in his sleeping bag in the corner while Vice Principal Midnight ran the show. He had a habit, from what Isamu had seen, of doing that to avoid anything he didn’t want to be bothered by.

He was, however, definitely surprised by the outright hungry look Vice Principal Midnight was giving much of the class. Wasn’t she in her fifties? And in a committed relationship with Present Mic (the tabloids were always speculating on whether or not they’d get married or if she was cheating on him behind his back)? Of course, given the first time he’d met her, he’d nearly run head first into her cleavage and she’d just laughed it off, he really shouldn’t have been surprised. Currently, she was perched on Aizawa’s desk, her short skirt giving everyone a good view of her legs.

Honestly, half of being in this school was learning not to be surprised by things.

Midoriya had volunteered to go first, which wasn’t surprising. He was pretty much always leading the way or taking charge. “Okay,” he said, “so maybe this is a little simple, but I really wanted to honor Grandpa Might, so I’m going with The Gravity Hero: Gravi-Might!”

“You are such a dork, Toshi,” Kirishima-Bakugo groaned.

“A bit direct,” Midnight said, “but appropriate in your case. I’ll allow it.”

Kirishima-Bakugo took the stage next, wearing one of those grins that usually preceded her punching something. “So, how about Queen Explosion Murder?”

Midnight pinched the bridge of her nose. “…No, kid. Just no.”

The explosive girl laughed at that, a harsh, barking sound. “Aw, don’t be so serious. I’m just yanking your chain. Call me… The Explosion Hero: Bombshell!”

“…I’m going to approve that just so you sit down,” Midnight said. She looked across the room. “Question, Mineta? Or do you want to volunteer?”

“Oh, it’s a question. I just want to know how Kirishima-Bakugo thinks she can be a bombshell with boobs that sma…”

A glare from Kirishina-Bakugo quickly silenced that. Mineta and Kaminari both scooted their desks closer to his when Kirishima-Bakguo took her seat.

Izumi took to the lectern next. “Shoto gave me a bit of help with this, but I rather like it. The Ice and Fire Hero: Thermo-Dynamic!”

“Oh yeah!” Shinso cheered. “You used my idea!”

Midnight let out of a laugh. “Well, at least you picked one,” she said. “But it’s got passion! I love it!”

It was a good name, Isamu had to admit. Maybe a little bolder than he expected of Izumi, but she’d shown herself to be pretty bold at the Sports Festival too.

Tokoyami took to the front of the room next. As she opened her beak to speak, Frog-Shadow appeared.

“The Froggy Hero: Super Frog-Shadow!”

“We are not calling ourselves that!”

“I get a say in this! That’s my vote!”

“You don’t get any say!”

Frog-Shadow crossed her arms, looking like she was pouting. “Fine,” she said. “You’re no fun!” She disappeared back inside Tokoyami with a slight popping sound.

Tokoyami just shook her head, staring at the floor. “I must apologize for her. But I have chosen the name Bright Side Hero: Amaterasu!”

“You just made that up!” Sero said. “No one said we could just make up words!”

The bird-headed girl shook her head. “Perhaps it is presumptuous. Amaterasu is the sun goddess, counterpart to my father’s moon god, Tsukuyomi. But it seemed fitting.”

Frog-Shadow appeared again. “Can I change my vote to that? I like being a goddess!”

“Make it three votes,” Midnight said. “You’ve got confidence, Tokoyami. I love it!”

The Twins went next. “While we are certain Father would one day like for one of us to carry on the Ingenium name,” Sora Iida said, “now is not the time for that!”

“He still has an illustrious career ahead of him,” Tensei Iida added. “So therefore, we have come up with names of our own!”

Sora posed, flexing a bicep. She wasn’t as muscular as Kirishima-Bakugo, but she was certainly in good shape. Midoriya was a lucky guy. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t be thinking that about a friend’s girlfriend. But he was only human. “Therefore, I shall be The Speedy Flying Hero: Jet-Red!”

“And I,” Tensei said, arms weaving a chopping motion through the air, “am The Flying Speedy Hero: Jet-Blue!”

“Really,” Kirishima-Bakugo groaned again. “Twin-themed names. You’re really doing that?”

“It is a show of familial solidarity!” Sora snapped.

“We are united as siblings in science and in heroism!” Tensei added.

“A bit flat,” Midnight said. She placed a hand to her face, tapping on her cheek with one long finger. “Still… it will do, I suppose.”

Sero sauntered up to the front next. “Just call me The Acid Tape Hero: Stick ‘Em Up!”

Midnight sighed. “Seriously, Sero?”

He gave her a grin. “I focus tested it with all my ViewTube followers. Eighty-five percent positive approval.”

“No changing your mind?”

“Nope.”

She waved a hand in the direction of the desks. “Fiiiine.”

Ojiro was up next. “So, um,” she began, “I’ve been talking with Doc Clock and she’s really suggested I could be a great Medical Hero someday, so… this isn’t the name I thought I’d use, but I came up with it a few weeks back. I’m going to be the Paramedic Hero: X-Ray!”

Sato and Sero let out a cheer. “You got this, Kimiko!”

“You go, girl!”

Huh. Isamu knew Ojiro was a martial artist and a gossip fiend, but this was new. She’d probably be good at it, now that he thought about it.

“How uplifting!” Midnight squealed.

Then Sato’s turn. “Ah… So, I was thinking the Hungry Hero: Chomp!”

“Now that’s a name with bite!” Sero shouted.

“Puns, really, Pinky?” Kirishima-Bakugo groaned. She gave a quick look to the front. “Still… not bad, Lips.”

Midnight seemed to approve as well. “Short, to the point, perfectly encapsulates your Quirk!”

And then Shiso. As usual, he was practically vibrating with excitement. “Before I go, I just wanna say thanks to Kirishima-Bakugo! She’s really the one who came up with this!”

“…I did what now?”

“I’m gonna be… The Octave Hero: Loud Kid!”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Well, you always call me that, and it’s such a good name, so I really hope you don’t mind if I use it…”

“Knock yourself out, Loud Kid.”

At that, Midnight nodded slightly. Even she seemed inclined to tiptoe around Shinso. “What youthful vigor!”

Then it was Aoyama’s turn. “Please, please, silence all conversations and give me your attention.” He posed theatrically, as though whipping around the cape he wore with his Hero costume. “And now, set your eyes on The Dazzling Hero: Radiance!” He let loose a small flash of light at the same time, forcing Isamu to look away, blinking furiously.

“You do bring a certain sparkle to things, Aoyama,” Midnight said. “But next time, lay off the special effects.”

Koda followed him. “My own choices are not quite so spectacular or outlandish as some of yours, but I hope that they will suffice. You may call me the Gardening Hero: Nurture.”

“Well said, young lady,” Midnight added. “Simple… but I think it fits. And if you ever need any help on “nurturing” the boys…”

Isamu could have sworn he was Koda’s rocky face blush slightly. “I am quite all right, Miss Midnight, thank you.”

Then it was Shoji. “Nothing fancy,” he said. “the Well-Armed Hero: Octo-Punch.”

“Not bad at all,” Midnight said. “I wouldn’t have expected anything fancier from you, Shoji.”

“Hey!” Mineta piped up. “You said you were going to go with my idea! The Hentai-Hero: Tentacles!”

Shoji gave her a flat look. “I lied.”

After that, Kaminari took her own turn. “Been thinking about this one for a while, but figured I’d go with something that combines my Quirk, which is electricity with my Cords, with something about me, music. So from now on, I’m going to be the Plug-In Hero: Shock Jock!”

“How electrifying!”

Mineta followed after that. Before she could even speak, Midnight interjected. “Now, I love a good double and triple or more entendre as much as anyway. And I’d love it just as much as you to see some of these boys and girls squeal and squirm. But I must insist that your Hero name be at least somewhat family friendly. The Hero Commission is really cracking down on R-Rated Heroes and Heroines these days.”

Mineta looked somewhat deflated by that, but she pushed on. “Okay, fiiiiine. I used to think you were cool.”

Midnight looked offended by that. “Oh, child, I am still “cool.’”

“Anyway,” Mineta went on, “I’m going to be the Cavalry Hero: Purple Rein!”

“That’s… surprisingly subdued for you,” Midnight said. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Right as Rein,” Mineta said. “Nothing? Anyone? …Well, it’s a lot funnier in English.”

Finally, Isamu went to the front. He tried not to wither under the gaze of his classmates. Midoriya, Tokoyami, Shinso, and Izumi: encouraging. Mineta: Looking like she was sizing him up to eat him. Kirishima-Bakugo: Glaring at him like usual. Midnight: Also sizing him up in a way that was probably really not appropriate for a women in her fifties.

“So…I’ve been thinking about this one a lot,” he said. “And I want something that tells the world who I am. I’ve got a simple Quirk, but I learned a lot about how to use it and make it work for me. So I’m going to be the Three-Point Hero: Slyde!”

“Spoken like a true champion!”

***

So much paperwork to prepare for the transfer. Private lessons after school and during her gym periods, lots of coursework to study, it was all happening so fast, Koharu thought her head was spinning. She’d have to design a costume, get that fitted and made… And if she did well enough preparing, she’d even get to attend the Summer Training Camp. They were still apparently discussing which Heroics Class she’d get into, but it was a real, tangible thing now.

“One more thing for today, Miss Kocho,” Principal Nezu said. “Since I know you’ve had aspirations for the Hero Course for some time… Have you considered a Hero name?”

She nodded at that. She had for a long time, ever since she’d decided she was going to try out for the Hero Course. “I have,” she said. “the Lepidopteran Hero: Yamamai.”

“A, ah, bit on the nose, isn’t it?” Water Spout asked.

She shrugged. “People with animal Quirks like mine get looked down on a lot. And called a lot of names. I’m not hiding from who I am. I’m embracing it.”

“Well said, Young Kocho, well said,” All Might said. “The perfect beginning to your hero academia!”

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