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Chapter 28: Morning Rush, Hero Names and Internships
Two days had passed since the Sports Festival ended.
Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of Cid's dorm room, casting warm stripes across the bed. Yui stirred first, blinking sleepily as she slowly woke up. She was wearing nothing but one of Cid's oversized shirts that fell to the middle of her thighs. Her head rested on his chest, and his arm was wrapped securely around her waist, holding her flush against his side even in sleep.
She turned her head slightly and just… looked at him.
Cid was still asleep, breathing slow and even, wearing only a pair of black shorts. His hair was messy, one arm draped possessively over her, the other resting behind his head. There was something so peaceful about his face, the usual tension gone, replaced by quiet contentment.
Yui's heart swelled. A soft, loving smile spread across her lips as she watched him. She reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her touch feather-light.
'He's mine,' she thought, with an excited giggle, warmth blooming in her chest. 'And I'm his.'
She stretched lazily, letting out a quiet yawn, then glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand.
8:47
The numbers blinked back at her, then she looked again.
8:47.
Yui's eyes widened.
"Shit shit shit—"
She sat up quickly, panic flooding her system. Class started at 9:00. They were going to be late — very late.
"Cid!" she hissed, shaking his shoulder. "Cid, wake up! We're late!"
Cid jolted awake, eyes snapping open. "Huh—? What?"
"It's almost nine!" Yui was already scrambling off the bed, grabbing her clothes from the dresser in a frantic rush. "We have to go *now*!"
Cid blinked once, brain still booting up, then glanced at the clock. His eyes widened.
"Shit."
Chaos erupted.
They dressed in a whirlwind of panic, no order, no coordination. Yui yanked on her skirt while trying to button her blouse at the same time. Cid pulled his pants backwards at first, cursed, and fixed them while hopping on one foot. Shirts were grabbed, shoes shoved on, ties half-knotted. Yui's hair was a mess, and Cid's uniform jacket was unbuttoned all the way.
They burst out the door together, still adjusting clothes as they sprinted down the hallway. Cid grabbed Yui's hand mid-run.
"Hold on tight."
He didn't slow down. He simply spammed his Quirk, shrinking distances in rapid bursts, turning the long walk to the main building into a series of blinks. They stopped right in front of the hallway to their classrooms.
Yui was breathing hard, cheeks flushed. She quickly looked Cid over, smoothing his collar, fixing his tie, and buttoning up his jacket.
"Better," she whispered, giving him a quick once-over. "You look presentable now."
Cid smirked, still catching his breath. "Thanks."
They shared a quick kiss before splitting up. Yui went toward Class 1-B's door while Cid walked the last few steps to Class 1-A's.
Yui slid into her seat in 1-B just as the teacher began taking roll, heart pounding.
At the exact same moment, Cid pushed open the door to Class 1-A and dropped into his seat right as Aizawa slid the door open from the other side, his sleeping bag half-unzipped and eyes already tired.
The class was mostly seated. A few heads turned.
"Morning," Cid said casually, like he hadn't just teleported across campus in a panic.
Aizawa stared at him for a long second, deadpan.
"You're on time," he said flatly. "Barely."
He walked past them to the front of the class without another word.
Aizawa stood at the front of the class, looking as exhausted as ever, but his voice was steady.
"Today we begin the process of choosing your hero code names. These names will be used during your upcoming internships and will possibly be stuck with you for the rest of your career, so choose carefully. They represent who you want to become as heroes."
He paused, then added dryly, "I'm not particularly good at this part, so I've called in an expert."
The classroom door slid open with dramatic flair. Midnight strode in, with a gate to her steps and a bright smile on her face.
"Leave it to me, Eraser! I'll make sure every name sparkles!"
One by one the students went up. Some names were serious, some playful, some still rough around the edges. Midnight gave feedback, suggestions, and the occasional dramatic flourish. The class moved through the list efficiently until only one student remained.
"Cid Kageno."
Cid stood up slowly, hands in his pockets, and walked to the front of the room. He stopped in front of the class, staring at the blank board for a long moment. The room was silent as everyone waited.
A small, smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He picked up the marker and wrote a single word on the board in clean, confident strokes.
**Ratio**
He turned back to the class, voice calm and steady.
"The Sizing Hero: Ratio."
Midnight's eyes lit up. "Ooh, short and sharp! I like it. It has a nice ring — simple, memorable, and it tells people exactly what you do. You're going to make quite the impression with that one."
Aizawa gave a small nod of approval. "Fitting."
"Alright boys and girls that's my part done so good luck" Midnight gave her final dramatic flourish before exiting the classroom with a wink and a wave of her hand. The room settled as Aizawa stepped forward again, looking as tired as ever.
"Code names are done. Now for the next step."
He tapped a remote. The large screen behind him lit up with a ranked list of every student in Class 1-A, each name paired with the total number of internship offers they had received in order from most to least.
The class leaned forward.
Todoroki — 3,441
Bakugo — 2,772
Momo — 1,874
Iida — 1,312
Kirishima — 487
Izuku— 117
… and so on, with most students having anywhere from dozens to hundreds of offers excpet for the few who didn't get any.
At the very bottom of the list, dead last:
Cid Kageno — 5
The room went quiet for a beat, then erupted.
"What?!" Mina blurted. "Only five?!"
Kirishima's eyes widened. "No way, man. You dominated the entire festival!"
Izuku looked genuinely confused and concerned. "That can't be right… Cid's performance was incredible. He should have the most offers out of all of us…"
Momo frowned, clearly puzzled. "There must be some mistake. His Quirk display alone should have drawn massive attention."
Even a few others murmured in agreement, turning to stare at Cid.
Aizawa's eyes flicked toward Cid. He already knew exactly what had happened — the HSPC's quiet interference had been reported to the staff. Cid met his gaze and simply gave a small, resigned nod, accepting it without verbal complaint.
Aizawa cleared his throat, voice flat. "The numbers are accurate. Offers are based on many factors. Not every agency is looking for the same thing. Focus on your own lists."
Mina wasn't convinced. "But—"
"Focus," Aizawa repeated, cutting off any further questions with a tired glare. "You have until the end of the week to review the offers and decide. Some of you have very limited time to respond."
The class reluctantly turned back to their tablets and papers, though several glances kept drifting toward Cid.
Cid sat back in his chair and opened the small folder he'd been given. Five offers. That was it.
He scanned them quickly. None were from heroes he recognized as particularly strong or useful for training. No top agencies. Just minor offices and a couple of obvious plants, agencies that had clear HSPC connections written all over them. They offered nothing meaningful. No real experience. No growth. Just busywork.
Cid sighed and leaned back against his chair, sliding his hands down his face.
'Of course,' he thought. The Commission couldn't control him anymore, so they were making sure no one else could help him either. Petty, but effective.
The bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom. Students began filing out of Class 1-A, chatting about the internship offers they had received and already making plans. Cid stayed in his seat for a moment longer, staring at the thin folder in front of him with a tight jaw.
He finally stood, slipping the folder into his bag, and walked out into the hallway.
Yui was already waiting for him just outside the door. The moment she saw his face she knew something was wrong. His usual calm was gone, replaced him looking annoyed and slightly upset.
She walked straight over and wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him into a hug right there in the hallway. Cid stiffened for half a second, then relaxed and looped one arm around her shoulders.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly against his chest.
Cid sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. "Only got five offers. All of them are trash. Minor agencies, nothing that would actually help with training or experience. It's obvious the HSPC is behind it. They can't control me anymore, so they're making sure to make it as hard as possible for me."
He sounded more irritated than upset honestly, it was the kind of annoyance that came from knowing exactly who was responsible and being unable to do much about it right now.
"I'll figure something out," he added quietly.
Yui pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes fierce.
"No," she said firmly. "We will figure something out. It's not fair. We can ask All Might-sensei or Principal Nezu. I'm sure one of them knows someone who would be more than happy to take you. You deserve better than what they are doing to you."
Cid looked down at her, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small, grateful smile despite his mood. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yeah… maybe, but I didn't want to bother them ."
A little further down the hallway, a group of third-years had paused near the corner. The blonde-haired boy with bright blue eyes, Mirio Togata, stood with his usual easy grin, flanked by Nejire Hado and Tamaki Amajiki. They had been heading to their own class when the conversation drifted their way.
Mirio's smile faded slightly as he overheard the last part. He tilted his head, thinking to himself.
'The first-year winner of the Sports Festival… only got five offers? That doesn't add up at all. I'm pretty sure Sir sent an offer in for him too… Something's definitely wrong here.'
Nejire leaned in, curious as always. "Did you hear that? The kid who swept the festival only got five? That's super weird!"
Tamaki shifted uncomfortably, hiding half his face behind his hand. "M-maybe we shouldn't eavesdrop…"
Mirio's expression turned thoughtful, but he kept his voice light. "Let's keep moving. But I think I'll mention this to Sir later."