His hero costume was stowed safely beneath his seat as the train rattled and shook his body, barreling down the tracks towards Kanagawa Prefecture. When he had first stepped foot on the metal beast, he had been expecting the worst. Sardined together for over an hour in an enclosure travelling well over 300 kilometers per hour (200 mph). Quite frankly, it seemed like something out of one of his worst nightmares, so he was surprised to find the experience quite peaceful. The other passengers kept to themselves for the most part, and the rhythmic beating of the train's wheels against the tracks was almost relaxing. He might even have fallen asleep if not for the rather uncomfortable situation he found himself in.

They hadn't spoken since he had yelled at her during the Sports Festival. It seemed Yaoyorozu had taken his words to heart and, at his own shouted request, left him alone this past week, without so much as a whispered good morning. He had made no attempt to repair the relationship either. Even if she hadn't been serious when she'd said it, he was still angry with her. So, they had kept a consciously respectable distance from one another.

But now due to some ironic twist of fate, and also the fact that there were no other available seats, she was sat on his immediate left. Her shoulder bumped into his with every rattle of the train, always accompanied by an awkward apology on the girl's end, followed by her readjusting so she put as much space between them as possible, which was really only a few inches, until the next shake of the train launched her back into his side.

The rounding of a particularly sharp corner caused her to slide into him once more, the centripetal force keeping her glued there for several seconds before she hastily scooted away, her face thick with embarrassment.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"You don't have to keep apologizing." (L/N) said.

"Right." She said smally. "Sor...mm."

Being in such close proximity to Yaoyorozu after their most recent interaction wasn't the only thing keeping (L/N) on edge. It appeared they weren't the only two to have accepted an internship in Kanagawa Prefecture. If given the option, he would have gladly taken a train full of Yaoyorozus over the reality that befell him, because sitting on his right was Kendo.

She had become a stuttering mess when she saw him at the train station, a lump settling uncomfortably in her throat that prevented her from forming any coherent sentences. She almost wanted to cry with how overwhelming it all was.

Yaoyorozu had been the first to board the train, almost eager to get away from (L/N), or so it appeared to Kendo. Ironically, there were only three seats available, all next to each other. Given the choice, Kendo would have placed Yaoyorozu between the two of them, but her Class 1A counterpart had already taken the seat on the edge, forcing them into the seating situation they found themselves in now. It was going to be a long ride.

They were nearly an hour into their two-and-a-half-hour commute. Kendo's eyes were growing heavy, and she would have liked nothing more than to take a nap. She looked to her left and found Yaoyorozu had already fallen asleep. What was more, her body was leaned up against (L/N)'s side, her head resting against his shoulder. And though (L/N) did not look too pleased with the situation, he made no attempt to move her either.

Kendo found herself overcome with a mixture of sadness and jealousy. She remembered a time, countless times really, when they would simply sit next to each other on his bed and just talk. It was more her talking at him really, long after the sun had set, until eventually she would rest her head against his shoulder, always with the promise that she was just resting her eyes. And when she woke the next morning, it was to find his cheek pressed against the top of her hair.

(L/N) gently nudged Yaoyorozu awake as the train came to a stop at the Kanagawa station. Blushing, the girl quickly grabbed her things from beneath her seat and avoided the young man's gaze as they exited the train behind Kendo. Climbing the stairs that lead back to the surface, (L/N) made an immediate left out of the stairwell, departing without a single word to either of the others.

The Uwabami Agency, where Kendo and Yaoyorozu were doing their internships, was the predominant hero agency of the region. The agency where he was doing his internship, The Watcher Agency, was a smaller group located on the western outskirts of Kanagawa Prefecture.

His classmates, he remembered, had been surprised by his decision. No doubt they had expected him to choose one of the several big-name agencies that had extended an invitation. Naturally though, these hero internships didn't stir the same sense of excitement in (L/N) as it did his other classmates. It made no difference to him where he was forced to spend the next week. As far as he was concerned, someone could select one of the several hundred invitations he'd received for him. Nowhere he went and nobody he studied under would make him use his quirk if he thought there was a chance it could cause any harm.

The only reason he'd decided upon the Watcher Agency was because they had taken the effort to send him a letter. Aizawa said it was extremely unusual for agencies to take the time to do such a thing, especially in the case of first years. The abnormality of the action didn't particularly peak his interest. But the contents of the letter were a different story.

There was a black car parked on the side of the road sent by the Watcher Agency to take him to their facilities. The driver must have been given a picture or a description of his passenger because he stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for (L/N) without being prompted. The chauffer told him it would be about an hour drive to the agency, but other than that, he made no attempt at conversation, something (L/N) was grateful for.

They came to a stop sometime later, the car parking in the shadow of a large office building at least fifty stories tall. His things, he was told, would be gathered, and brought up for him. He was bowed into the lobby by a rather disgruntled looking doorman, then lead to the front desk where his escort explained his business to the receptionist on his behalf. He was made to sign an entrance log, then security stepped aside to allow him access to the elevators.

Reaching the top floor of the building, the doors slid apart to reveal yet another lobby. There was a receptionist desk, much more ornate than the one on the ground floor, and the words "The Watcher Agency" were emblazoned in gold letters over burgundy painted walls.

"You must be (L/N)." Someone said as he stepped out of the elevator. "I'll take it from here, Toeki."

The driver bowed his head and the woman now standing beside (L/N) smiled and waved until the doors closed upon his figure.

"Let's get started, shall we?" His new escort said cheerfully. "My hero name is Cloudburst, but you can call me Matsui when we're not in the field. What about you?"

"(L/N)." He replied shortly.

"I know your name, silly. I meant your hero name. What should I call you when we're working?"

"(L/N)." He repeated.

"Just your name? If you say so. Anyways, (L/N), welcome," she said dramatically, "to the Watcher Agency."

Her words were accompanied by her throwing open a large set of double doors. Through them was a large open space, several dozen bodies running back and forth, arms laden with stacks of papers. Though there were no walls, it was still clear that the room had been divided into different sections. Towards the back left of the room, nearest where (L/N) and Matsui had just entered, there were several rows of long desks where sat other employees of the Watcher Agency who supported the heroes from behind the scenes. The image was reflected on the right side of the door as well, leaving a clear gap between them that served as a walkway. Further towards the front of the room was a circular desk which was currently vacant, with more curved desks surrounding the half nearest the main entrance. And behind that lie more stairs, one set on either wing that both lead to the same mezzanine, another set of double doors centered at the top.

"The top two floors of this building are reserved for the Watcher Agency. Currently, we're on the 54th floor, which is where most of the busy work takes place. We have the agency divided into three major divisions: internal affairs, external affairs, and emergencies." Matsui explained. "The internal affairs division deals with the day-to-day of the agency. Financials, management, that sort of thing. External affairs include our public relations team and our partnership with the police. It also deals with other hero agencies, exchanging information and team-up requests. Internships also go through our external affairs division.

"And finally, there's the emergency response division. That's us. Really, response isn't the right word, since we're always trying to prevent disasters before they happen. Anyways, our office team is constantly monitoring local and national news circuits. We're also linked into police scanners, along with other emergency services, like fires and rescue. Once we receive a call, one of the four sidekicks working for the agency is dispatched. That's basically the rundown. Pretty neat, huh?"

"Sure." (L/N) said plainly.

"Normally our interns need to sign a bunch of paperwork before they get to see any of this, but boss seemed really eager to meet you. He's waiting for you in his office on the top floor." She said, gesturing to the mezzanine. "We won't keep him waiting any longer."

Matsui lead him up the stairs where he stood outside the double doors while she knocked. Without waiting for any word from inside, she pushed the doors open, gesturing for him to follow her.

"Sidekick Cloudburst entering."

The inside of the office looked nothing like the rest of the agency. It was large, yes, but not nearly as busy or cluttered. Everything looked pristine, from the potted plants that decorated the room to the pictures hung perfectly straight on the walls. The back wall was a single large pane of glass that allowed the occupant to look down at the world below where citizens scurried around like ants. And framed in the center was a large, rosewood desk that sat in front of a black, high-topped leather chair which was currently turned so it faced the window.

"Escorting Mr. (F/N) (L/N) from UA Highschool who is reporting for his hero internship, sir."

"(L/N)." The man sitting in the chair said with interest. "Yes, come in. Come in."

As the two approached the desk, (L/N) couldn't help but wonder why Matsui felt the need to describe her business in such detail. Surely the man who had sent him the invitation in the first place didn't need any help understanding what was going on.

"Good day to you, Mr. (L/N)." The man said, turning his chair to face them. "I am The Watcher. Welcome, to my Watchtower."

His chair came to a gradual stop and he placed his elbows upon his desk. His interlocked fingers formed a bridge for his chin to rest upon as he gazed upon the boy through milky white eyes.