Pro-Hero Internship

It's internship season at U.A. High, and Class 3-A students are eager for their first taste of real hero work. Shoto Todoroki surprises everyone by choosing to intern at his older brother's agency instead of his father's renowned Endeavor Hero Agency. This decision sparks tension, especially with Endeavor himself driving Shoto and fellow interns Midoriya and Bakugo to the agency.

Pro-Hero Internship

It's internship season at U.A. High, and Class 3-A students are eager for their first taste of real hero work. Shoto Todoroki surprises everyone by choosing to intern at his older brother's agency instead of his father's renowned Endeavor Hero Agency. This decision sparks tension, especially with Endeavor himself driving Shoto and fellow interns Midoriya and Bakugo to the agency.

It was internship season at U.A. High. Class 3-A buzzed with excitement as students finalized their choices, eager for their first taste of real hero work. Among them, Shoto Todoroki had made a decision that turned heads: instead of applying to his father's renowned agency, he had chosen to intern at his older brother's.

The news spread quickly, and Endeavor's reaction was as explosive as expected. Tall and broad-shouldered, his muscular frame barely fit the driver's seat. His dark red hair bristled with agitation, and his teal eyes burned with a simmering intensity. His pride had taken a direct blow, and every mile of the drive carried the weight of his resentment.

The ride itself was tense. Midoriya sat in the backseat, clutching his notebook. His curly green hair fell into his freckled face, eyes sparkling with restless excitement. Todoroki-senpai... His track record was incredible. To learn directly under him...! His legs bounced with barely contained energy.

Next to him, Bakugo shifted with impatience. His golden hair stood spiked, crimson eyes cutting toward Midoriya. "Deku, you're shaking the damn car. Sit still before I blast you out of it."

"S-sorry, Kacchan!" Midoriya blurted, straightening his back. He leaned toward Shoto, voice trembling with eagerness. "Todoroki-kun, what's your brother like? Is he strict?"

Shoto didn't turn. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on scenery rushing by. The faint burn scar across his left forehead caught light as he replied flatly, "You'll find out soon enough."

In the driver's seat, Endeavor's knuckles whitened around the wheel. His voice rumbled low, dangerous. "You're throwing away an opportunity. My agency could have shaped you into the top hero. Instead, you run to him? You'll regret this, Shoto."

Shoto didn't flinch. His silence was sharper than any reply.

The car finally stopped outside the agency. Midoriya practically sprang out, notebook in hand, while Bakugo scowled. Shoto stepped out last, expression calm yet resolute. Inside, hallways seemed too still, every step echoing. They stopped at a door, air charged with unspoken tension as Shoto raised his hand and knocked.