"I don't want to go to school…"
Although they had encountered a strange person at the amusement park that day, it didn't affect everyone's enjoyment at all. In the end, the group returned home having had a great time.
Before they knew it, two days had passed.
Today was the day school resumed.
As soon as Masata entered the classroom and sat down, he was immediately surrounded by Mineta and Kaminari.
Seeing Masata's absent-minded expression, Mineta spoke with deep resentment.
"You're way too much, Masata! You went to the amusement park alone with the girls!"
"Yeah! Why didn't you call us?" Kaminari added loudly. "Aren't we all brothers? How could you enjoy something like that all by yourself?!"
Kaminari came up behind Masata, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him back and forth. Seeing Masata living what looked like the life of a winner made him unbearably jealous.
"Oh, right!"
Masata suddenly clapped his hands as if realizing something, then casually patted Mineta on the shoulder.
"The amusement park was really great. We rode the roller coaster and even went into the haunted house."
"And the weather that day was perfect too. The girls were all dressed up—it was really something. Especially the ones in white, it was blinding!"
"But honestly, being surrounded by a group of girls was also pretty stressful. I'm clearly a real man, yet I kept feeling like the people around us were giving me strange looks. Do you think they mistook me for a 'male best friend'?"
As Masata continued explaining with a completely serious expression, the gazes of the two lecherous boys grew sharper and sharper.
This guy definitely did it on purpose!!
—The resentment of a grape who hadn't even held a girl's hand in fifteen years.
"It feels like we've become famous after the sports festival!" Kaminari continued. "I was recognized on the tram this morning!"
Hearing how lively the conversation was, Kirishima also leaned over.
"Yeah, that's right!" Kirishima said cheerfully. "Even someone like me, who didn't make it far in the qualifiers, got greeted! Being popular really is tough!"
Mineta was happy for half a second after hearing that—but then seemed to take another critical hit, his face instantly covered in dark lines.
So it's not just me… even other classmates are getting attention now.
In this world, heroes were just like celebrities in his previous life. Once they gained fame, they would be noticed on the streets. The more famous ones were even asked for autographs.
Meanwhile, the girls in the class had also gathered together, chatting enthusiastically. After their amusement park trip, they seemed to have endless topics to talk about.
"Alright, quiet down."
The bell rang, and Aizawa Shouta walked into the classroom right on time.
He was no longer wrapped up like a mummy. The bandages on his face had been removed, though the scar near the corner of his eye was still clearly visible.
"Today's Hero Studies class is a little special," Aizawa said calmly. "Prepare yourselves mentally."
Hearing that, the entire class swallowed instinctively.
Is it a surprise test? I beg you, no…
—Kaminari's inner scream.
Did something big happen in society?
—Yaoyorozu, who often followed social news, felt curious.
Is the League of Villains making a move?
—Masata recalled what he himself had heard in the hospital before, and formed his own guess.
"Today's lesson," Aizawa continued, "is about deciding your Hero Names."
"Ohhhhh!!!"
The moment Aizawa finished speaking, the classroom erupted.
A Hero Name would accompany a hero throughout their entire career. It was the most recognizable code name, and could even be considered the true starting point of becoming a hero.
Deceived again…
Masata collapsed onto his desk like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. He had been fooled by Aizawa-sensei's tone more times than he could count.
"Over the past two days, the school has also organized internship invitations from hero agencies," Aizawa said. "You'll be participating in on-site internships soon."
As he spoke, Aizawa took out a remote control and pressed it. A list of names appeared on the screen.
"These invitations are fairly evenly distributed. Nothing too extreme."
On the screen, Masata's name was ranked first, with over three thousand invitations.
Second place was Todoroki, with more than two thousand.
Third place wasn't Yaoyorozu—it was Bakugo.
Although Bakugo had lost to Masata in the semifinals, his overwhelming combat power and sharp instincts had still attracted the attention of professional heroes. The number of invitations he received was only slightly lower than Todoroki's.
Fourth place was Yaoyorozu, who also had nearly a thousand invitations.
Beyond the top four, however, the numbers dropped sharply.
For example, Ojiro and Mineta hadn't received a single invitation.
"It's like heaven and earth!!"
Seeing his double-digit invitation count, Kirishima slammed his head against the desk, venting his frustration.
Cha Cha, on the other hand, had only a few dozen invitations, but she was holding her face happily, clearly satisfied.
Since the pressure of the future hadn't fully hit yet, Cha Cha had returned to her carefree, energetic self—except, of course, when it came to waking up in the morning.
Seeing the classroom in complete uproar, Aizawa didn't stop them. After all, this was a moment worth celebrating.
"Although your current Hero Names are only provisional," he said, "many heroes keep the names they used during their school days once they're recognized by society."
"But if anyone comes up with a Hero Name casually…"
"I'll personally show them what hell looks like."
"Eek!"
The classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Midnight walked in, wearing her tight hero costume and practically radiating holy light. Instantly, the boys' attention was completely stolen.
"I'm not very good at this kind of thing," Aizawa said calmly. "So I'll leave the naming sense to someone else."
After saying that, he pulled out his sleeping bag, crawled inside, and instantly turned into a caterpillar.
"Think about the kind of hero you want to become in the future," Midnight said enthusiastically. "Use your name to leave a strong first impression, and then work hard toward that goal. That's what it means to become famous!"
Midnight handed out whiteboards to everyone. After giving a few suggestions, she gave the class fifteen minutes to think.
"Masata, what name are you planning to use?"
Yaoyorozu, who was sitting next to him, gently poked his arm and asked curiously.
"I have a few ideas," Masata replied. "But let me keep it a secret for now. What about you? You're probably using the one you decided on when you were younger, right?"
"Ah… yes."
Yaoyorozu wasn't shy at all. She lifted her whiteboard and showed it to Masata.
Written clearly on it were the words:
CREATY — Creation Daughter
It perfectly explained her quirk.
Seeing that name, Masata fell into thought.
He had originally considered using the code name of the Marine Marshal Akainu. But after thinking it over, it didn't really fit. Not only did it feel out of place in the hero world, but having an animal-related name in a He