Izuku sat at his desk, the golden medal still hanging from his throat. Mr Aizawa entered moments later, smiling at the teen.

  "Well done kid. I'm impressed, you actually held me off until time was up."

  Izuku beamed.

  "Looks like I can't go easy on you anymore." The sadistic slave driver grinned.

  Izuku smiled right back.

  "I look forward to it!"

  Aizawa looked down at the papers on his desk a moment.

  "Normally I'd give the class these the day after the festival, but so many offers have been coming in I think it would be best to get a head start. Here." He said, handing a large pile of papers to Izuku.

  "These are the hero agencies that have requested you for a work study. They're in order of rating, so I'm sure if there's one you want specifically you can find it easily enough. There are more coming in almost constantly, but the bigger ones have already made their offers."

  Izuku flicked through a few pages before looking back up at his teacher.

  "How many are there?"

  "In that pile? 5,286. But there were more coming in even as I was printing those off, so there are more now. Look at the bottom page." Aizawa said.

  Izuku picked up the stack of papers and turned them over, setting them on the desk and taking the one on top. There was a single hero name at the top of the page.

  "I would be honoured." Izuku said with a mock bow.

  Eraserhead rolled his eyes.

  "Your sleep schedule is going to curl up and die. Are you sure? There are other options."

  "It's the best option." Izuku said confidently. "I'm already familiar with you and your teaching style. You know my strengths and weaknesses well. It'll get a lot of awkward introductions and explanations out of the way. Plus, you're a good hero. You're efficient, and that's exactly what I need to be, with a quirk like mine."

  Aizawa smirked.

  "Good answer. You won't be needing those then. Go home, rest and be here in the morning. You'll be picking your hero name tomorrow, so-"

  "The Smoke Hero: Wisp." Izuku cut in.

  Aizawa grinned.

  "Well, Midnight's not going to be happy, but whatever. Just means we can get more training done. Your hand to hand against Akane and the other Gen Ed kids was abysmal, I'll need to beat you into shape before we go out on patrol."

  True to his word, Aizawa did in fact improve Izuku's hand to hand in the short time they had.

  Izuku was also finally able to solidify and retain a 3D shape. Granted, it was a sphere, the easiest of the three he was tasked with, it was kind of.. fragile, it was slightly lumpy in one area, and it almost gave Izuku an aneurysm creating it, but it was progress!

  A week after the events of the Sports Festival, Izuku and Aizawa went out on their first patrol together.

  The way Daylight heroics worked was widely known, as civilians were always present at a villain fight. Underground Heroics weren't known at all, other than by the criminals and victims present when an underground hero appeared.

  Aizawa used the quiet hours between incidents to teach Izuku how to land quietly, how to blend in to the shadows, what made a good perch and what didn't, how to tail someone without their knowledge and what to look for in suspicious or guilty passerby.

  If someone walked without fear down an alleyway at night, they were either stupid or had something to defend themselves and knew how to use it. They were most likely a gang member, or a criminal involved with an organisation.

  Fighting random street thugs was good practice, as fighting the same person all the time would give Izuku bad habits.

  And so the new schedule for the week was created. Wake up at 6, do morning training, have breakfast, do homework/paperwork from the patrol the night before, go to school, do quirk and weight training, spar, learn about paperwork and different daylight heroics from the UA staff while Aizawa sleeps, go home at 4, sleep until 6, have dinner, go on patrol until 2, sleep until 6, repeat.

  Fortunately, patrols were rather quiet, only the occasional petty thief or drug deal to catch and break up. Eraserhead told Izuku that was pretty normal, so he didn't question the lack of activity.

  "It's usually Saturdays when the big stuff goes down. They all have time off whatever low paying jobs they have, and can gather together to do something big, like a territory dispute. That's really the biggest thing that happens frequently around here anyway."

  Wisp was perched on the rooftop beside Eraserhead. They were just sitting on the edge, keeping vigilant but remaining relaxed. There was a loud yell several alleyways away, and a crash of something meeting a wall. Wisp glanced at Eraserhead, who nodded.

  "Go! I'll catch up."

  Without waiting another second the exhausts in Wisp's heels jettisoned a small cloud of smoke which compressed and compacted as the underground hero and his student ran across the rooftop, jumping off of the edge.

  Eraserhead's scarf latched onto the fire escape, and he reeled himself onto the opposite roof.

  Wisp double jumped off of his smoke, landing on the opposite roof and running towards the shouting. It was an improved version of what he used st the sports festival to get onto the stadium roof. It was much more stable, and able to propel Wisp forwards when he pushed off of it by letting the condensed smoke explode outwards. He called it a Smoke Grenade.

  Wisp practically flew through the air, leaping off of rooftops far ahead of Eraserhead, quickly arriving at the scene.

  There was a person with an exposed brain pummeling a rather burly looking man. The brain guy's eyes were.. off. They weren't focusing on their target, instead rolling around vacantly. There was a wall of purple mist behind the burly man, which the creature was obviously trying to push him into. The man wasn't even budging though. Actually, looking closer the monster's punches weren't even fazing him.

  Wisp dropped from the roof, landing behind the brain creature. A torrent of smoke surrounds the creature and the man, forming a solid shield between them.

  "That's enough." Wisp orders.

  The creature turned, a gasping, gargling screech tearing from it's throat before it ran at the smoke wall, smashing through it with ease and running through the purple mist. The moment the creature went through it, the mist condensed into nothing, leaving no trace behind.

  The hero in training turned to the civilian. Eraserhead arrived six seconds after Wisp.

  "Are you alright sir?" Wisp asked.

  The burly man nodded.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. My quirk absorbed the impact of that.. thing's punches. I'm just glad someone heard my shouting, I would have hit my limit sooner or later." He replied.

  "What exactly happened?" Eraserhead asked.

  The man shrugged.

  "Nothin' much to tell really. I was walking along when this purple portal spits out that brain monster infronta me. It was strong, like someone with a strength quirk. I know what that kinda punch feels like. Anyway, the little guy here shows up behind it and puts up a wall. The moment it sees 'im the monster runs back to the portal."

  Eraserhead turned to Wisp.

  "I used a full strength shield. It didn't hit the smoke, it just ran through it like it wasn't even there." He said.

  Eraserhead frowned. Wisp's walls wouldn't stop All Might or some stronger heroes, but they would be able to stop almost anything else. The fact the brain creature just.. walked through one was worrying.

  Once the police questioned the man and took the heroes statements, Wisp and Eraserhead left the scene, heading back to UA.