You're Invited!

*All Might POV*

I take a sip of coffee and let out a sad sigh, 'Too bad that Midoriya didn't get any offers. I would like to touter him on my own, but I don't know where to start with him. I could control the quirk almost perfectly when I first received it, I don't know why he can't…'

Next to me, Ishiyama raises his eyebrow, "Oh? Offers for the first years are still coming in…"

I give a confused look, "Really who is it for?"

"Izuku Midoriya."

Hope lights up in my eyes as a look over at his computer, "Really!? Who is it fro-"

I almost bite my tongue in surprise, "This man is…!!!"

*Shiro POV*

Aizawa stands up and his sleeping bag falls to his legs, "Now that everyone has decided on their names, he says, "We'll go back to talking about internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself.

Those who didn't get any offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country that will be accepting our interns. They all work in different places and have different specialties. Align yourself with those who have specialties, or your preferred work environment."

Aizawa passes out some papers. The majority of the class had two sheets of paper. Each paper contains a list of names with a few details. Workplace, specialties, and lastly, rank.

The people that had the least offers were also given this list in addition to the offers they received, in case they were displeased, or saw something better on the other list. From there on, Aizawa passed out the larger offers. Iida had around ten sheets, and Tokoyami had close to forty. Momo had exactly forty and I…

Aizawa drops a huge stack of papers onto my desk, and I grimace, "6532 offers and two hundred and sixty pages, do you hate me or something?

Aizawa gives me a toothy grin, but on his face, it seems almost threatening, "You go class rep!"

I let out a sigh, and looked through it, "And you organized it by name? You really just wanna make me suffer."

He adds a thumbs up to his grin, "Well, I didn't even get any offers in my first year, and I'd figure that our genius can handle a little bit of light reading."

The whole class except for Todoroki explodes in laughter and I grin before glancing through my list.

As I look through, I am impressed by the big names that I managed to pull, 'Best Jeanist, Crust, Endeavor, Edgeshot, Gang Orca, Kamui Woods, Hawks, and Yoroi Musha. And there are plenty of other notable names… I know I said I have my eyes set on that guy, but if we are talking about quirk compatibility…'

My mind drifts to Best Jeanist and Kamui Woods, 'My control over my quirk is good, but relatively simple. These two may be able to give me some insight on fine-tuning my control…'

I sit there for a good ten minutes, calculating the possible benefits between my first choice, as well as my second choice.

Finally, I let out an annoyed sigh, and, "Shit, I thought I had it planned, but it's a lot harder to pick than I thought…"

The bell rings and Aizawa lets out a yawn while heading for the exit, "Turn in your choices before the weekend."

Sero yells out in a panic, "We've only got two days?"

Aizawa replies simply, "Make your decisions effectively and efficiently, and start to walk out, before turn's back, "Also, Class Rep. During lunch please meet with me in the principles, there is something that requires your attention."

I tilt my head, "Me? What did I do?"

But our teacher had already shut the door and left, leaving me answerless, "Shit, I haven't done anything recently… Unless they wanna talk about something that happened at the sports festival?"

A minute later, Cementoss walks into the class and takes out a book, "Alright, let's start modern literature."

I spent the rest of the class barely paying attention, trying to figure out what was the reason I was being called in. Even after an hour of continuous thinking, I had nothing. Momo, who noticed my stress, looked mildly annoyed.

"Are you that stressed out about being called into the principal's office," she asks me while everyone packs away their stuff at the end of class.

I roll my eyes, "Well, obviously you've never been called in, but-"

"And you were homeschooled for most of your life," she retorts.

I shake her off, "That's not the point, whenever you get called into the principal's office, it usually means you fucked up or something bad's happened. It's not a prize because they would do it in front of the whole school."

She frowns at me, "How do you know that?"

I pause and think back to my past life, where getting sent to the office was always a bad sign, "Don't worry about it. The point is, it's stressful."

She stares at me blankly for a few seconds and rolls her eyes, "Whatever. I just think you're overthinking it."

I stand up, rolling my shoulders, "Well, might as well head out. I'll find you guys in the cafe, so save me a seat."

As I head out, Bakugo walks in front of me and stops, blocking my path.

I frown slightly, "Yes, Bakugo?"

He takes a deep breath and gives his signature mad grin, "If you don't come back, what do you want to write in your will?"

I grin at his question, "I'm glad someone gets it!"

He gives me a smirk, and walks off, while the other dudes in my class give me their own gifts, "It's been nice knowing you," Kirishima said while he hugged me.

"Here, have a small bouquet of flowers I made from tape."

Sato throws a sponge cake wrapped in saran wrap, "Abayo, class rep."

Mineta wipes a fake tear from his eyes, "I present to you my balls."

The girls shake their heads in confusion and Momo mutters, "Men…"

As I step out of the door, I turn around and hold my chest, "I'll never forget the moments we spent together! I bid them farewell!"

In a fashionable spin, I exit the room and shut the door. As I walk away I can still hear the laughter from behind the door.

Putting my hands behind my back, I chuckle to myself slightly, "Man, sometimes it's fun to let loose like that."

My smile slowly fades as I approach the office, 'Now, let's see what's up with this…'

Standing in front of the door, I hear cheerful voices coming from the other side, and I take a deep breath before knocking three times.

*Knock knock Knock*

The voices stop, and the familiar high-pitched voice of the principal responds, "Come in."

"Excuse me," I say before opening the door, "You asked fo…"

But my voice falls quiet as I see the person on a couch sitting across from the principal. A tall young man with a blonde cowlick and a muscular build. He turns to face me and I can see his ovalish blue eyes staring at me with curiosity.

"Hello, Principle. Hello there, Togata."

My senior looks at me in surprise while Nezu waves me in, "Come in, come in, Shiro. We've been waiting for you."

Mirio Togata stares curiously at me, "You… are Shiro Hirota, aren't you? You won the sports festival for the first year, didn't you?"

I take a seat next to him, a calm smile on my face, "That I did. And you are Mirio Togata, winner of the Third Year's Sports Festival."

He stretches out his hand and as he does, I notice the numerous scars on his forearm, "Nice to meet you, Hirota! You can just call me Mirio!"

He gives me a wide grin, and I take his hand, "Fine. You can call me Shiro, then."

His grin doesn't fade as he shakes my hand, "Sure, Shiro!"

Nezu claps his small paws together and clears his throat, "Ahem, now that you two have been acquainted, let's get onto the topic at hand, shall we?"

He pulls out a tablet and opens up an email before showing us the contents. My eyes speed through the email and a wide grin appears on my face.

'This is…!'

Principle Nezu begins to explain, "As you can see, you two have been invited to partake in an international training camp hosted by the American Hero Association, more commonly referred to as the AHA."

I nod my head in confirmation and Mirio does the same. The AHA was, as the name said, an association meant to deal with the hero dealings within America. Just like our Hero Public Safety Commission, they took care of many business and corporation aspects of hero work. Hero Licenses, Hero Registration, organizing large-scale operations, and other things like it.

"They have picked three talented high school representatives from various countries and invited them to attend. In addition, various top heroes from all over will be coming to teach. I believe they have asked All Might to come, but he has not given a response."

Both Mirio and I frown at his words, "Three? Not two? Are we waiting on someone else?"

Nezu shakes his head, "UA only got two. I believe Shiketsu High took the third, but I have no details on who."

'U.A. in the east and Shiketsu in the west. A school that can be considered our rival.'

I raise an eyebrow, "I understand how we were chosen since the festival, but I don't believe Shiketsu has anything like that."

Nezu shrugs, "Maybe Shiketsu gave them their archives and records for entrance tests and such," then he gets back to his explanation, "The date is unspecified, but will be held sometime during the summer break. The location is also unspecified, but seeing who the benefactor is, it will most likely be somewhere in America."

Miro nods his head and asks, "Principle, just curious, did they tell you what basis they invited us for?"

He smiles and nods his head, "The email I showed you was for me, and within it, are the documents for the letters that will be given out to you in class. Those will contain their reasoning as well as a few minor details that I'll cover anyway. If you don't care, I can tell you what they said."

Both Mirio and I bow our heads, "Please do!"

He opens up one of the documents and quickly glances at it and begins to summarize, "For Mirio, they chose him because he displayed excellent power, leadership, control over his quirk. He also showed his intellectual prowess and quick thinking throughout the sports festival. In addition, he gave a charismatic aura, important for heroes when in a troublesome situation."

He pauses and looks up at Mirio who grins excitedly, and switches to the next document, and repeats the same process, "For you, Shiro, they were interested in your wide arsenal, both mentally and physically. You showed impressive combat skills and analytical thinking. The aura you give off is a confident and calculating one. They were particularly interested in the chemical compounds that you made."

I nod my head while thinking to myself, 'A training camp, huh? Since it's for heroes, then it'll cover rescuing and combat stuff. But, what other things will we be doing? How much of it will be self-improvement, and how much of it will be team exercises? How much can I learn from this?'

"Detail about what will be covered and where will be sent later," Nezu said as if he had read my mind.

I gave him a quick look before letting out a sigh, "Ok, I assume there are forms we have to sign, and fee's needed to pay."

Nezu nods, "Your homeroom teachers will give you all the papers. But…"

Mirio leans in slightly, "But…?"

Nezu gives us a smile, "It's all free. The AHA will provide everything. Travel fees, lodging, food, and facilities."

I grin while Mirio lets out a cheer, 'I have the money required, but free things just hit differently.'

Nezu nods his head, "That is all the details that the AHA sent us, so you guys are free to eat your lunch now. Like I said, your homeroom teachers will provide you with several documents at a later date. Other than that, thank you for coming."

Both Mirio and I stand up, bow, and leave the room.

As we start walking towards the cafeteria, Mirio grins at me, "So, you excited, Shiro?"

I nod my head, "Of course. A chance for me to see the top high school students from across the world and train with them? I wouldn't miss it for anything."

Mirio puts his hands behind his back and looks up at the ceiling, a boyish look on his face, "I get you, Shiro, I get you! The experience we'll gain and the things we'll see will be amazing!"

We continue walking, and a thought comes to my mind, "Mirio, I have a question, what exactly is your quirk? I know that it's some kind of intangibility, but if you don't mind, could you explain how it works?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Wow, that's not bad, Shiro. You got the name wrong, but yeah, that's basically it. My quirk is Permeation. I can phase my body through physical matter."

My eyes narrow, "Physical? As in everything?"

He stops walking, and slowly stares at me, "Yeah, everything…"

I do some calculations in my head for a quick second, "Like light? And touch?"

He nods slowly, "Y-yeah."

My eyes widened slightly, "What a complex quirk. The amount of control that you would need over it… How interesting"

He stares at me again, before laughing, "Complex? Hahaha! That's pretty funny, Shiro!"

I look at him confusedly, "Funny? Am I wrong?"

He continues laughing, but shakes his head, "No, no, you are right. It's just when I first explain how my quirk works to other people, their reactions are usually, "What a strong quirk," or "Man, no wonder you are so strong." You are the first one to say that."

I shrug my shoulders in response, "Just taking it at face value. Then I can assume that the scars on your arm were the results of your training?"

He nods his head, "Occasionally, my permeation wouldn't go through and when I train, sometimes my focus would wane and as a result, I'd get hurt."

We continue chatting until we get into the cafe and grab our meals.

Mirio turns to me, "Well, it's been interesting to talk to you, Shiro."

I nod in agreement, "Same. I look forward to the training camp even more."

After that, we break off, and I join my friends with my Char Siu Ramen, and Kirishima holds his palms against his cheeks, and pretends to look shocked, "OH MY GODDD! YOUR ALIVE!!!

Momo lets out an exasperated sigh and I chuckle as my friends start cheering, "Yes, it's good to be back."

As I pick up my chopsticks, Momo asks, "So? What was it about?"

I picked up some ramen, "I was invited to a summer training camp by the American Hero Association."

"WHHHHAAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!!"

I wince slightly at their volume, "Shut it will you. You guys are too loud."

After explaining the situation, even Momo is impressed, "Wow… out of all the students in Japan, you were picked as one of the three," she says.

I slurped down some noodles before talking again, "Well, the sports festival was a great time to publicize myself. I am more interested in the person that is representing Shiketsu. They must be good if they were chosen without needing to show off."

Kirishima lets out a moan of disappointment, "Man, that's gonna be so cool! You get to train internationally with heroes and other students from all over the world AND for free! I wish I could go…"

I chuckle, "You just need to prove yourself. You still have two years left."

He rolls his eyes, "To beat you, the rest of our class, and somehow shine brighter than all the other students in Japan? Unlikely."

I laugh at his words while thinking to myself, 'Since I can train, then maybe it would be better to stay with my first idea. The time frames aren't that far from each other anyways.'

*Two days later*

I turn in a paper to Aizawa, "Here."

He looks at my selection and raises an eyebrow at me, "Are you sure you want to go with him? He's pretty strict."

I nod my head, "I don't care about that. An internship with him will bring me a lot of benefits."

He smirks and puts my paper in a pile, "Well, good luck."

AN: This training camp will be a chance for his quirk Power to increase, and for me to fit a bunch of cameos in.

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