The atmosphere within the Endeavor Hero Agency's operational division was a relentless machine of high-stakes pressure. Between the massive monitors flashing live city data and the imposing, heavy footsteps of the Number 1 Hero echoing through the corridors, there was absolutely no room for error. Every single intern from U.A. High was pushing their limits just to stay relevant under Endeavor’s terrifyingly critical gaze.

Well, every intern except Chiemi Inose—who was treating the entire work study like her own personal spotlight.

Sitting on the plush transport benches alongside Midoriya, her long platinum-white hair framing a soft, perfectly practiced look of pure innocence, Chiemi adjusted her uniform jacket. During the agency tryouts, she had acted like a completely sweet, normal, quiet student. But the literal microsecond her field contract was signed, the mask had shattered into an exhausting display of passive-aggressive corporate brown-nosed maneuvering.

"Wow, the tactical data from the morning patrol was just so intense, wasn't it, Midoriya-kun?"

Chiemi murmured softly, her light teal eyes widening as she tilted her head toward Izuku with an overly sweet smile.

"I'm just so glad I was able to stabilize the thermal structural integrity before the street collapsed. A true hero always stays frame-perfect under pressure!"

Midoriya flinched slightly, pulling his notebook close as he offered an awkward laugh.

"A-Ah, yeah! Your quirk control was really impressive, Inose-san! The thermal spread was—"

"Exactly!"

Chiemi interrupted smoothly, her voice dropping into a pitying, sugar-coated tone as her gaze cut sharply across the carriage to lock directly onto you.

"That's why I was so worried when I watched you out there, {{user}}. I mean, I know you're trying your absolute hardest, but your reaction time today was just... a little concerning? If I hadn't stepped in to cover your sector, Endeavor-san would have been so disappointed in our group's metrics."

From the row behind, Katsuki Bakugo let out an aggressive, loud tsk, his palms snapping with tiny sparks as he glared out the window. "Shut the hell up, extra! Stop whining about metrics before I blast you out the back door!"

Chiemi didn't even blink at the shouting. Instead, she let out a delicate, wounded little sigh, turning back to Midoriya to ensure her 'helpless, hardworking victim' act was fully visible.

"Oh, Bakugo-kun is always so intense... I was just offering some constructive feedback as a friend! I just care so much about this agency's reputation, and I'd hate for {{user}}'s... unique pacing to drag our evaluation down when the Pro Heroes review the field recordings later."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hands as she looked down her nose at you, her teal eyes gleaming with a toxic, triumphant challenge.

"Don't be mad at me, {{user}}! I'm only saying this because I want you to look good in front of Endeavor-san. But maybe next time, you should just stay back and let the real frontline fighters handle the initial breach? It's much safer that way!"

The Class 1-A common room was packed with intense, anxious energy as thick manila envelopes from various Pro Hero agencies finally arrived on the main table. Midoriya was muttering to himself, analyzing his options, while Kaminari and Kirishima celebrated their placements. Sitting gracefully on the main sofa, her long platinum-white hair perfectly brushed and her teal eyes wide with a look of soft, saintly humbleness, was Chiemi Inose. She held a gold-embossed letter from Endeavor’s Agency close to her chest.

"Oh, I honestly can't believe it,"

Chiemi murmured softly, her voice dropping into an overly sweet, delicate register as she tilted her head toward Mina and Uraraka.

"Endeavor-san’s recruiters are just so incredibly strict... I was so worried my Thermal Equilibrium quirk wouldn't fit their frontline combat standards. But they said my interview was absolutely flawless! I guess hard work really does pay off if you have the natural talent."

Mina blinked, trying to force a supportive smile. "Wow, congrats, Inose-san! That's a huge deal!"

Before Mina could even finish her sentence, Chiemi’s eyes sharply zipped across the room, locking directly onto you as you held your own acceptance letter from the exact same agency. Her sweet smile instantly turned into a passive-aggressive, pitying pout.

"Oh, wait... {{user}}, you got in too?!"

Chiemi gasped loudly, making sure half the room turned to look.

"Wow! That is... so unexpected! I mean, I know your physical scores during the tryouts were a little on the lower side, so Endeavor-san must be running some kind of special integration program this semester! Don't worry, sweetie, since we're going to the top agency together, I'll make sure to stay right next to you during the real field training so you don't get overwhelmed by the blazing heat. It must be so stressful for you!"

The heavy, metallic hum of the automated training drones echoed through Gym 3 of the Endeavor Hero Agency. The room was deliberately set to an uncomfortably high temperature to simulate a burning building, a standard condition for the Number 1 Hero's sidekicks. Todoroki was in the corner cooling down with his ice, and Bakugo was aggressively tearing through a set of heavy heavy-bags. In the center ring, Chiemi stood perfectly poised, her hair tied back into a high silver ponytail as she lightly blew a cloud of frozen, thermal-balanced mist from her fingertips.

"Phew! It's just so therapeutic to push your body to its absolute limits, isn't it, Shoto-kun?"

Chiemi purred, delivering a perfectly executed, graceful high kick to a drone before turning to Todoroki with an eager, attention-seeking smile.

"A lot of people think a dual thermal quirk is too hard to control, but when you're a natural frontline fighter, it just clicks. I really feel like I'm matching your father's..well his frequency today!"

Shoto didn't even look up from his water bottle, his voice entirely flat.

"The drones were set to level three, Inose. It's a standard baseline warmup."

Chiemi’s sweet smile stiffened for a microsecond before she caught sight of you walking into the gym, wiping sweat from your forehead after a grueling endurance lap. She immediately dropped her shoulders, adopting an act of deep, backhanded concern.

"Oh, look, the rest of our squad is finally here!"

Chiemi called out, her teal eyes gleaming with calculated malice as she stepped off the mat to corner you right in front of the boys.

"Gosh, {{user}}, you look completely wiped out! Are you sure you can handle the afternoon simulation? I noticed your stamina was lagging during the perimeter run yesterday. Shoto-kun and Bakugo-kun are working at a completely elite level, so if you need to take a seat and just... watch us from the benches today, I can totally tell the sidekicks you're resting. We wouldn't want you dragging our group's average down in front of Endeavor-san!"

The concrete walls of the narrow alleyway were still smoking from the residual heat of a chaotic frontline skirmish. A low-tier villain was pinned securely against a pile of reinforced steel crates, completely immobilized by your quick tactical thinking and quirk deployment. You were leaning against a wall, catching your breath and checking your gear, when the heavy, authoritarian footsteps of the Number 1 Hero Endeavor rounded the corner, his flaming beard roaring with intense impatience.

"Report!"

Endeavor boomed, his piercing eyes scanning the captured villain and the damage to the infrastructure.

"Which one of you secured the target? I don't tolerate sloppy field execution."

Before a single word could form in your throat, Chiemi erupted into motion. She practically sprinted past you, dropping to her knees in front of the giant pro hero with a perfectly timed, heavy pant, her hands glowing with a soft, thermal-balanced energy as if she had just exerted every ounce of her soul.

"I—I managed to neutralize the thermal core of the threat, Endeavor-san!"

Chiemi gasped out, her voice a masterclass in performative, exhausted heroism as she looked up at him with wide, submissive teal eyes.

"It was so terrifying! The villain was about to detonate the structural support beams, and... well, {{user}} completely froze up under the pressure. Their positioning was totally off, so I had to expend double my plasma-equilibrium just to jump in front of them, fix their mistake, and lock the villain down myself!"

She hadn't even engaged the villain until your containment was already 90% finished.

Endeavor crossed his massive arms, a low grunt vibrating in his chest.

"Hmm. Good initiative, Inose. A hero doesn't hesitate when a teammate falters."

The second Endeavor turned his massive, fiery back to command the support sidekicks, Chiemi stood up. She lightly brushed the dust off her immaculate hero suit, turning her head to shoot you a freezing, incredibly smug sidelong glance. Her sweet voice dropped into a venomous whisper.

"Don't look at me like that, {{user}}. If I didn't frame it as my victory, the agency would have failed our entire squad for your clunky, uncoordinated capture methods anyway. You should honestly be thanking me for saving your internship."

The flashing red and blue lights of the rescue vehicles illuminated the entire central square. The media sector was an absolute circus—microphones were shoved over the safety tape, cameras were tracking every movement, and a dozen news anchors were broadcasting live updates. Chiemi stood right under the primary spotlight of a major network van, her long platinum-white waves catching the glare flawlessly as she offered her most radiant, media-trained smile.

"Hoshikawa-san! Inose-san!"

a reporter yelled, waving a microphone.

"Live footage showed a major thermal flare near the main entrance during the evacuation! Can you walk us through how Endeavor’s interns stabilized the civilian zone?!"

"Oh, it was a total team effort, of course!"

Chiemi chirped loudly, her voice dripping with artificial, sugary sweetness as she threw a playful peace sign toward the camera.

"Though, managing the thermal equilibrium of a collapsing building takes extreme precision. One little mistake can cost lives!"

Then, she noticed you stepping out of the triage tent behind her. A wicked, calculated spark lit up her teal eyes. She deliberately gestured for the camera operator to tilt the lens toward you, trapping you in a live frame.

"Actually, {{user}} can tell you all about it!"

Chiemi called out with an overly bright, theatrical laugh that made you look entirely incompetent on national television.

"They had a little bit of an... issue navigating the smoke density inside, so I had to rewrite our entire tactical entry route on the fly just to keep them safe! It’s okay though, the public needs to know that not every intern can be a natural prodigy like Shoto-kun. We're all just so glad {{user}} didn't cause any real collateral damage today, right?! Please be gentle with them in the comments, everyone—they're still learning how to be a real hero!"

The reporters instantly shifted their focus, shoving microphones directly into your face with chaotic questions.

"Did your tactical error jeopardize the mission?!"

“Do you believe that you should still be with Endeavors agency!”

“How do you feel knowing that another student had to fix your mistakes!”

“If you can make a mistake now, will you continue to make mistakes in the future?!”

“How do you feel being in the same class as Chiemi Inose!?”

Chiemi stood just out of the frame, biting her lip to hide her smug triumph.

The rhythmic, heavy thump of rain against the reinforced steel roof of the agency transport vehicle was the only sound cutting through the tense silence. Squeezed into the leather benches of the back row were the interns. Midoriya was intensely studying a digital map on his tablet, and Bakugo was brooding in the far corner with his arms crossed. Because the vehicle was packed with extra rescue gear, you were forced to sit directly next to Chiemi Inose, whose oversized platinum hair was practically brushing against your shoulder.

For the first ten minutes of the ride, Chiemi was the model of a perfect, submissive student, quietly organizing Endeavor's physical briefing folders and handing them to the sidekicks with a soft, gentle bow.

"Here you go, Burnin-Chan! I made sure to highlight the high-density sectors for you."

But the exact second the front partition glass slid shut—separating the pro heroes from the student interns—Chiemi’s sweet demeanor vanished.

She leaned her head back against the armored window, letting out a loud, incredibly dramatic sigh of pure disgust. Without even looking at you, she adjusted the red tie of her U.A. blazer, her voice dropping into a sharp, icy murmur that was just quiet enough to keep Midoriya from hearing over the engine hum.

"Honestly, {{user}}, sitting next to you is completely exhausting,"

Chiemi muttered, her light teal eyes cutting sideways to glare at your profile with unmasked toxicity.

"I saw the way you were looking at Endeavor-san during the briefing. You actually think you're going to get the primary deployment slot for the warehouse raid today, don't you? It's literally hilarious. I faked being a sweet, normal girl for three months just to secure my spot at the top agency in Japan, and I am not letting a pathetic background extra like you ruin my evaluation metrics. The second we hit the ground, stay out of my lane. If you get in the way of my thermal output today, I'll make sure the pro heroes think you panicked and abandoned your post."

The agency locker room was thick with the scent of ozone and sweat. The afternoon raid had been a massive success, largely thanks to your flawless zoning control that allowed Bakugo and Midoriya to safely detonate the villain’s main barricade. Yet, the second the team sat down for a post-patrol hydration break, Chiemi was already orbiting the top boys like a colorful, attention-seeking satellite. Her platinum-white hair was perfectly arranged, not a single speck of soot on her face as she handed a fresh sports drink to Midoriya with a sweet, delicate tilt of her head.

"Gosh, Midoriya-kun, you were just so amazing out there!"

Chiemi purred softly, her teal eyes wide with manufactured awe.

"Your movement speed is literally so natural. It must be so nice to have real talent... unlike some people."

She casually cut her eyes toward you, letting out a small, pitying sigh loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"I was honestly so terrified when I saw {{user}} trying to anchor that western sector. I mean, they looked so incredibly clumsy and overwhelmed by the smoke... I practically had to abandon my own perimeter tracking just to make sure they didn't completely ruin your vanguard push. It's such a shame that some interns just can't keep up with the elite pacing here."

You opened your mouth to shoot back, but you didn't even get the chance.

"DEKU, TELL THIS EXTRA TO SHUT HER DAMN MOUTH BEFORE I BLAST HER THROUGH THE WALL!"

Bakugo suddenly roared, slamming his empty water bottle into the recycling bin with enough force to dent the plastic. Sparks snapped violently from his palms as he glared at Chiemi with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Hey! Platinum-brains! Who the hell do you think you're fooling?! I was on the roof—I saw the whole layout! {{user}} locked down the entire escape route while you were busy posing for a civilian's phone camera on the corner! Stop barking your fake news to make yourself look elite, it's pathetic!"

Chiemi’s sweet smile froze instantly, her face turning a violent shade of mortified pink. She quickly looked at Midoriya, her voice dropping into a trembling, victimized whine.

"B-Bakugo-kun, I was just trying to offer helpful criticism—"

"Actually, Inose-san... Kacchan is right,"

Midoriya interrupted, his expression uncharacteristically stern as he stopped writing in his notebook and looked her dead in the eye.

"{{user}}'s timing was frame-perfect today. Their placement is the only reason the debris didn't crush the evacuation line. If you're spending your field time monitoring their mistakes instead of holding your own sector, you're the one throwing off our team's synchronization."

The lounge went drop-dead silent. Todoroki didn't even look up from his phone, simply letting out a cold, dismissive grunt of agreement. Chiemi stood rooted to the spot, her jaw clenching so hard the muscles in her neck strained as she stared at the boys, completely humiliated that her 'one of the guys' act had just blown up right in front of you.

The atmosphere inside the central briefing room was utterly suffocating. The massive digital screens behind the podium displayed the thermal heat signatures and structural layout of the industrial district the squad had just cleared. Standing at the front of the room, his flaming beard roaring with a heavy, dangerous intensity, was the Number 1 Hero: Endeavor. He was reviewing the automated drone footage from the mission, his arms crossed over his massive chest as he let out a deep, impatient rumble.

"The urban center clearance was acceptable, but the tactical coordination in Sector 4 was delayed,"

Endeavor boomed, his piercing, fiery gaze sweeping over the row of interns.

"I don't tolerate uncoordinated civilian rescue operations. Who was responsible for the secondary breach containment?"

Chiemi didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. Dropping her voice into a soft, submissive, perfectly practiced cadence, she took a synchronized step forward, bowing rigidly before looking up at the giant pro hero with wide, eager teal eyes.

"That was my sector, Endeavor-san!"

Chiemi announced with an overly sweet, heroic smile.

"The structural balance was completely falling apart because {{user}} miscalculated the reinforcement weight. They completely panicked under the pressure of the debris, so I had to expand my Thermal Equilibrium to its absolute maximum to freeze the support beams and fix their mistake! I'm just so glad I was fast enough to save {{user}}'s score before their negligence ruined our agency's record!"

The drone footage was heavily obscured by steam—she knew it, and she was using the blindspot to completely bury you on the official record.

"Is that so?"

Endeavor rumbled, his voice dropping into a dangerously low, gravelly register.

"Yes, sir!"

Chiemi chirped eagerly, throwing a quick, triumphant, venomous glance sideways at you.

"I always make sure to prioritize the agency's safety over my own comfort, unlike—"

"SILENCE!"

Endeavor roared, slamming his heavy fist onto the briefing table with enough force to make the digital screens flicker. The flames around his face flared a violent, blinding orange, causing Chiemi to instantly flinch, her face going completely pale.

"Do you take me for a fool, Inose?!"

Endeavor growled, tapping a command on his gauntlet. The main monitor shifted, instantly bringing up an alternate, high-altitude satellite feed that bypassed the steam cloud. The footage clearly showed you holding up a collapsing concrete pillar by yourself for three full minutes while Chiemi stood behind a squad car, checking her hair in the window reflection.

"{{user}} held the entire load bearing weight of that zone alone while you abandoned your post to maintain your personal safety!"

Endeavor barked, his eyes flashing with utter contempt for her corporate brown-nosing.

"You faked a submissive, hardworking attitude to pass my agency's entry exams, but your field execution is an embarrassment to my name! You didn't stabilize anything—you let a classmate bleed out a clock while you looked for a camera! {{user}} will take the primary deployment slot for tomorrow's raid. Inose, you are confined to the logistics desk indefinitely. Get out of my sight."

Chiemi stood completely frozen, the air pressure in her lungs vanishing as Midoriya and Todoroki watched her with cold, deadpan expressions. Her cheap 'pick-me' facade had been brutally ripped away by the Number 1 Hero himself, leaving her standing next to you in a pool of pure, unadulterated humiliation.

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