first intern

                                    

                                          
"You all have your costumes, right?" Aizawa asked. "Remember you aren't allowed t wear them in public.
You were at the train station, ready to go to the hero internships. You'd be staying at the Agency for a week, so your uncle didn't have to worry much about you.
"Make sure you mind your manners with the heroes at your internships. Off with you, now." Aizawa said, you made a mental note on how much he sounds like a dad.
You caught the next train to Tokyo, looking up the address of the agency. The train ride took forever, and you managed to catch a bus to get their quicker. It was near nightfall when you entered the agency. There was a few people waiting around, so you walked to the front desk.
"Uh-...hey. I'm Y/n L/n, here for the internship." You said, leaning on the desk.
"L/n? Sure, no problem. She's in her office right now, I'll get her to you." The man smiled at you. "You're welcome to take a seat."
You nodded your head and walked over to the chairs. There was an elderly lady in one seat, so you took the seat furthest away from her. You opened your phone as you waited, looking through the news article about the Sport Festival.
After 5 minutes, two pairs of big ass feet stopped in front of you. You turned your phone off, looking up at the pro hero in front of you.
"L/n Y/n! About damn time!" Mirko said, hands on hips. "Grab your shit and follow me."
She was a small woman, and very muscular. Photos did not do her justice. She started to walk away, so you 'grabbed your shit' and followed her to an elevator. As she walked in, she started talking, but not to you.
"Authorize new personal: Y/n L/n, Karma." She said, making the elevator beep a few times. "Access all floors."
"Welcome, Rumi. Welcome Y/n." The elevator talked, making you raised your eyebrows. You didn't expect this.
"Take us to my office." Mirko said, leaning on the wall.
"Access granted." The elevator started moving as Mirko looked at you.
"Okay, so you're my first intern. I never really thought I would have one, but the HQ made me make a floor for them, so you get whatever room you want on Level 5. Level 2 is files and information or any tech stuff. Level 3 is the training room. Level 4 is the food, it's where I am most. Level 6 is the meeting room. Level 7 to 9 are empty. Level 10 is the interrogation rooms. Level 11 is my space. Level 12 and 13 are empty. Level 14 is the medical center and then you have the rooftop, you got all that?"
"Yes, ma'am." You knew who you were talking to. You ain't gonna play around with Mirko.
"Good. Training starts at 7, be up at 6. Breakfast is served at 9, it's not long. Then get your shit together and be patrolling until 10pm, everyday unless told other wise. On Wednesday we'll take a break from patrolling and I'll teach you some stuff. On Saturday and Sunday, we won't get back until 1am, understood?"
"Got it." You nodded, the elevator dinging again and the doors opening to Mirko's space.
"This is where I'll be most of my time." Mirko walked into the room, gesturing you to follow. "My office is in there, and if I pull all-nighters, I'll be in here. Knock if you have to enter. This week we might met with other heroes, so expect to see some of your classmates."
"Oh, the joy." The said sarcastically, mentally groaning.
"Ah, so you do have personality. I thought you'd just be a stuck up ass the entire time here." Mirko faced forward, but her head was turned to face you.
Your face deadpanned and you threw your manners out the window. Screw Aizawa. Your dropped your posture and glared at hero.
"Eat my shit."
"Ah, there's that girl from the Sports Festival." Mirko clicked her fingers. "Alright, I'm not gonna make you go on patrol tonight since it's almost 9 and you've been in a train the whole day. Go to the intern rooms and pick whatever room you want. Be up and dressed in your hero costume by 7."
"It's 8:30, who sleeps at 8:30?" You say, taking note of the time.
"Then figure out something to do, I have a lot of paperwork to run over." Mirko said, ushing you out the room and back into elevator. "Remember, Level 5 is where you say."
"Yeah, I know." You click your tongue. "Umm...Elevator?"
There was no response, just the beeps of electricity here and there. "Level 5?"
"Access Granted." The elevator spoke. You could feel it start to move down and you watched the numbers on the screen decrease. Soon it got to Level 5, and the doors opened.
Walking out with your suitcase for your hero costume and your bag for school, you walked into what looked like a common room. It was empty, and very quiet. There was a navy couch in the middle with a TV on a circular table with TV on each corner, there was only one remote, so you guessed it played the same screen on each of the four TV's.
The pillows were a yellow and there was white blankets and rugs. It was all representing Mirko's hero costume colours.
There was two halls on either side, on one wall it had the male symbol and on the other it had the female symbol. You moved towards the female section, choosing the first room. It was fairly large. There was a single bed already with the covers on it, a bedside table with a lamp. There was a desk in the corner and then a door to a bathroom. There was a walk-in-wardrobe.
Losing all the posture in your back and letting out a sigh, you threw your bag on the ground and belly-flopped on the bed. It was bouncy enough. You rolled over on your back and sprawled your limbs out. You hated the fact that you actually got tired, but there was a distinct thunderstorm and light rain outside, so it was a good sleep to say the least.