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Shouta was anxious.
Sue him, he wasn’t used to the whole “intern” thing. After his second year, every experience at internships had been a surreal hellscape. Everything felt slightly to the left.
Having interns was a whole new ballgame, and one he never really wanted to play in. He wasn’t really sure what possessed him to offer internships to Problem Children 1 and 6, but here he was… pacing a rut into his kitchen floor waiting for the two brats to show up.
Hizashi had taken Jirou off to his agency already, so he was pretty much alone in his apartment for now.
He ran through what he knew about the brats. Midoriya was quiet but intense, intelligent enough to give Maijima a run for his money, with a small circle of friends and two close friends-- Hatsume and Shinsou. From what Shouta’s gathered, Midoriya and his mother don’t get along, so he stays at Hatsume’s. Quirkless, and suffered abuse for it.
Shinsou seemed to know exactly what weak points to go for when baiting someone-- plus a proficiency with utilizing other’s emotions and turning them against themselves. He was close to Midoriya and friendly with the rest of 1-F, but otherwise no friends. Extremely protective of Midoriya. He’d have to break that habit-- while being concerned about a teammate wasn’t bad, being overly so would be a weakness to exploit.
There was a soft knock on the door, and one of the cats streaked across the floor to it and immediately pawed at the wood.
Shouta sighed internally and dragged himself over, yanking open the door.
Shinsou and Midoriya stood there, Shinsou holding his suitcase in one hand and his costume case in the other. Midoriya, on the other hand, had two duffle bags strapped to his back, a metal-plated suitcase behind him with a large VOLATILE sticker, a normal black suitcase, and his costume case.
“Midoriya, what…”
“It’s best not to ask,” Shinsou interrupted flatly, “or he will take up the next two hours to introduce you to every single one of his babies.”
Midoriya’s flat face offered no contradiction, instead scanning Shouta’s apartment as he stepped in.
“Zuku,” Shinsou cautioned, “analyze later.”
Midoriya huffed, stepping side and eyeing Shouta. He stared straight back. “You two have the guest room in the back.”
They nodded, and Midoriya led the way down the hall. It took about five minutes before they emerged again.
“Grab your hero gear.”
Izuku was incredibly pleased with how his costume turned out.
His original idea was just fine , thanks, but Meimei had acted personally offended that he had basically just put armored sweats on his sheet and kicked him and Hitoshi (who had a similar idea) out of the Support classroom for the rest of 1-F to make them.
Meimei had helpfully included a paper with all the notes on it.
The base is a black bodysuit! Completely fireproof, too. I tested it myself. There is leather-like padding on the bodysuit, I’ll call it paneling. The paneling is dark green to differentiate between you and Shinsou's bodysuits but since you’re a midget if you get them mixed up you probably deserve it. The paneling was made by Yaomomo! It’s a very durable kind of Kevlar, and we’ve found a way to make it a lot lighter. The paneling is only on places it is necessary, leaving room for easy movement. In case you’re worried about being stabbed in one of the “weak points”, it’s slashproof. Not STAB proof. Be careful.
Next up is the cloak. I may or may not have pulled some strings and gotten ahold of Ryukyu’s scales to melt them down and use them in the fiber. It’s basically invincible, and you can take it off pretty easy. It ends around the shins so you won’t trip on it.
The ears!! Cat ears! Fien said you two remind her if her mom’s cats so you are now the Catbois in the eyes of 1-F. And we gave you cat ears. They link to your comms and detect sounds of distress, as well as scan for radio signals. In the hood of your cloak are holes for them to go through.
There are holsters for your Lightningrods to strap to your thighs.
Your MeiVisions were upgraded a little-- now you have comms. Have fun with that!
The eye parts are one-way mirrors.
The Sirencall hasn’t been changed in the least, though!
Love,
Meimei and 1-F.
Kami, he was getting a headache already.
OH!! P.S.! The crossbow has a surprise!
CROSSBOW?!
Izuku expected many things.
He expected Toshi t have a near-identical outfit, plus a net and a bo staff instead of escrima sticks. He expected Meimei to make him a ridiculous weapon arsenal-- the slingshot, that was expected.
What was not expected was the fucking crossbow.
And then the crossbow started talking .
Aizawa looked as thoroughly disturbed as Izuku felt, and he saw Toshi stiffen in the corner of his eye.
“Hello, Midoriya Izuku! I’m your Subrosa Intelligence-Requisitioning Interface!”
Izuku dropped it, startled, and it clattered to the ground.
There was a beat before the metal began to shift, rippling and moving and flowing until a small, robot cat sat at his feet.
It blinked large, amber eyes at Izuku.
What the fuck?
“I was built in collaboration with the entirety of 1-F, including yourself, indirectly. You had models for a self-manipulating metal you called “Biometallica”. Yaoyorozu Momo created the metal herself to make me. 1-F left my name up to you!”
Izuku was floored. What the fuck ? Biometallica was highly experimental-- a bunch of tiny magnets linked together to move as necessary. It had never been this smooth. How the hell was this happening?
He waved his hands a bit, then pinched himself. As if that would make the robot cat vanish. Unfortunately, it did no such thing.
“Midoriya, explain.”
The cat turned to look at Aizawa with its pitch-black eyes. They lit up dark blue as it stared at him. “Scanning.” It’s eyes turned yellow then. “Files have no record. Provide name?”
Aizawa blinked. “Aizawa Shouta.”
The cat made a humming sound as its eyes went dark blue again before they lit up green. “Match found. Aizawa Shouta, underground hero Eraserhead. Teacher at Yuuei, currently mentoring Yuuei students Midoriya Izuku and Shinsou Hitoshi. Correct?”
“Yes?”
“Files have been updated with a picture!” the robot cat chirped, bounding back over to Izuku. “Proud, Boss?”
Izuku stared at it with wide eyes. “Um. Hi? Yes?”
The black eyes shifted slightly, and he was given the impression the machine was happy.
This was so freaky.
Subrosa Intelligence-Requisitioning Interface. Four words, abbreviated to SIRI, because Meimei would absolutely do that on purpose. Subrosa meant something was secretive or done in private. Intelligence Requisitioning meant it could gather information. Interface-- it was some kind of companion, he thinks.
He had to name it.
“Are you a boy or girl?”
The cat made a humming sound, eyes squinting. The eyes lit up purple after a moment.
“Girl, then.” It-- she-- stood up again and wound around his feet. It’d be stupid to name something else after Meimei or even one of his friends. “Do you change shapes to anything else?”
“I am only programmed to go between a crossbow and a cat,” she tells him.
Okay. A crossbow. What would a crossbow be? A cool name for a crossbow. SIRI. SI-RI. Si-Ri.
“Sniper Rifle. Siri for short.”
Toshi sighed. “You’re so shit at naming things.”
“I like it,” the newly-named Siri announced. She jumped up on Izuku’s shoulder, surprisingly light for being metal, and looked over at Toshi. Her eyes were blue for barely a second before they went green. “Shinsou Hitoshi. Yuuei student. 1-C General Education, transfer to 1-A Heroics effective by second semester. Allied with 1-F Support and few members of 1-A Heroics. Correct?”
Toshi huffed, annoyed. “Yeah.”
Siri settled on Izuku’s shoulder, somehow looking self-satisfied. “What are we doing today, Boss?”