The heavy glass doors of the Hawks Agency slid open, and Hiro and Nozomi stepped into the sleek, modern lobby. They weren't wearing school uniforms; instead, they had changed into their official hero costumes. Hiro's gear consisted of a high-end, dark tactical compression top, lightweight carbon-weave street armor, and flexible combat pants designed for maximum mobility, with his five glossy black tails swaying freely through a customized opening in his belt line. Nozomi stood beside him in a streamlined, aerodynamic bodysuit accented with silver trim, her own five black tails brushing gracefully against the polished floor, her dark fox ears twitching as she took in the ambient sounds of the agency.
Fumikage Tokoyami was already waiting in the lobby alongside Dark Shadow, looking stoic in his dark cloak. When he saw the twins approach, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly in a respectful nod. Having witnessed their overwhelming strength firsthand during Aizawa's apprehension test, the sports festival, and the survival drills, Tokoyami had long since come to terms with the fact that the Kirigaya twins existed on a completely different plane of reality.
"Welcome to the team," Hawks said, dropping down from a second-floor railing and landing weightlessly in front of them, his massive crimson wings folding neatly against his back. He didn't wear a traditional, rigid hero suit; his casual, fur-lined aviator jacket and relaxed posture matched the twins' stylish vibe perfectly. He looked them over, his keen eyes instantly locking onto their ten combined black tails. "I'll keep the briefing short. My agency handles a massive jurisdiction, which means we deal with both high-level intelligence gathering and rapid-response fighting. I move fast, and I don't slow down for anyone. I trust you three will be able to keep up?"
"We wouldn't have submitted the forms if we couldn't, Hawks," Hiro said, a relaxed, confident smirk playing on his lips.
"Try not to get left behind yourself, Number Three," Nozomi added, her black eyes gleaming with pure amusement.
Hawks let out a light chuckle, his wings giving a sharp, enthusiastic flutter. "I like the confidence. Let's hit the sky."
Within seconds, the four of them were moving across the rooftops of the metropolitan district. Hawks was a literal blur, using his feathers to propel himself effortlessly through the air currents, while Tokoyami used Dark Shadow to launch himself from ledge to ledge. But right beside them, Hiro and Nozomi were moving with completely unbothered, fluid grace. Hiro used precise, explosive pulses of energy in his feet to trigger silent traction bursts, shattering no concrete as he glided over the roof gaps, while Nozomi drifted weightlessly through the air, her five tails acting as perfect stabilizers.
As they patrolled, Hiro subtly tapped the sleek, custom earpiece tucked beneath his fox ears, activating a secure line. "Eve, run a localized scan on the surrounding blocks. Give us a heads-up on any public disturbances."
"Scanning now," E.V.E.'s calm voice hummed directly into his ear. "I have detected a purse snatching in progress two blocks east, and a minor breaking-and-entering scenario at a warehouse further north."
Hiro tapped his earpiece again to clear the channel and shared the coordinates instantly with Nozomi through their telepathic soul link. Nozomi gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her dark ears twitching toward the east.
"Hey, Hawks," Hiro called out, seamlessly shifting his trajectory mid-air to head toward the commercial sector. "Change of plans. We've got a live one two blocks over."
Hawks blinked, his sharp eyes darting toward the boy as he adjusted his wings to follow. "Wait, really? My sidekick network hasn't even received a police dispatch yet. How did you pick up a disturbance from this distance?"
Nozomi smirked, pointing a delicate finger up toward the plush, dark fox ears resting at the top of her head. "Our ears aren't exactly for decoration, Hawks. You'd be surprised what slips through the static if you know how to listen."
Hawks didn't ask any further questions, but a sharp glint of profound curiosity flashed through his eyes. 'No equipment checks, and they detected a minor incident before my own sidekicks did,' Hawks thought, his mind racing as he watched the twins accelerate. 'These two are definitely not normal kids.'
They dropped down into the alleyway just as a street-level thief was trying to sprint away with a stolen bag. The minor crime was systematically dismantled in less than three seconds. Hiro simply materialized directly in front of the running thief using a high-speed stride, his sheer presence causing the criminal to trip over his own feet in panic, while Nozomi effortlessly snatched the bag out of mid-air with a swift, golden ribbon before it could even hit the dirty asphalt.
Tokoyami landed right behind them, using Dark Shadow to swiftly pin the thief against the brick wall until the local police arrived. Throughout the rest of the day, it was mostly minor stuff—a couple of shoplifters, a stranded motorist, and a small basement break-in. But every single time, the twins used their earpieces and highly sensitive ears to pinpoint the trouble before Hawks' feathers could even catch the wind.
Little by little, Hawks saw that the two of them were completely outclassing the standard baseline for first-year students. Tokoyami had already come to terms with it, watching them handle the minor incidents with a stoic, unbothered expression. He already knew their strength inside and out. But watching them work felt less like training rookies and more like watching seasoned, elite predators casually clearing a field.
"Impressive work, you three," Hawks said as the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the Musutafu sky in streaks of gold and crimson. "Clean, precise, and zero property damage. I think this week is going to be a lot more interesting than I anticipated."
As the twilight settled, the first day of national internships drew to a close across Japan.
While Hiro and Nozomi wrapped up their patrol with Hawks, the rest of Class 1-A was experiencing their own intense trials under their respective heroes. Down in the coastal regions, Katsuki Bakugo was practically vibrating with explosive, furious rage, his teeth grinding as Best Jeanist aggressively tried to comb his hair and lecture him on the precise philosophy of elegant restraint and denim styling.
In Hosu City, Tenya Iida stood rigidly alongside the Manual Agency, his hidden, engine-driven calves tense as his eyes scanned the dark alleyways, his heart burning with a dark, dangerous desire for vengeance against the Hero Killer, Stain.
Shoto Todoroki sat in a tense, freezing silence inside the Endeavor Agency, completely ignoring his father's booming lectures about maximizing his fire output, his mind completely focused on finding his own baseline of power.
Meanwhile, Ochako Uraraka was sweating profusely through a brutal, high-intensity martial arts drill under Gunhead, her fists clenching as she learned how to leverage her gravity quirk for close-quarters takedowns. Izuku Midoriya was currently bouncing off the walls of a dusty, run-down warehouse in a completely different sector, his skin crackling with green electricity as Gran Torino ruthlessly kicked him into the floorboards to teach him the baseline mechanics of One For All.
Every single student of Class 1-A was pushing their limits, fighting to survive the harsh reality of the professional hero world. But back on the rooftops of the commercial district, Hiro and Nozomi simply stood side-by-side, their ten black tails swaying in perfect, chaotic alignment as they prepared for whatever the timeline decided to throw at them next
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