My Harem System In My Hero Academia

After most students had chosen their hero names—or placeholders, at least—Aizawa moved on to the next topic. 

Midnight, who had been busy playing something on her phone, barely looked up as he continued.

"For this all-important decision... Your internships start in a week and will last two weeks," Aizawa explained, his usual tired tone making it sound way less exciting than it actually was.

He tapped his tablet, and a new list appeared on the holographic screen behind him. "I'll be handing out personalized lists to those who were drafted. You may choose from the pro heroes who scouted you."

Some students sat up a little straighter at that. The ones with nominations were obviously excited to see who had picked them.

"For those who were not drafted," Aizawa continued, barely sparing them a glance, "the list Midnight will pass out contains forty agencies across the country willing to accept interns. You'll choose one from that list."

Midnight stretched, her massive tits bouncing slightly as she grabbed a stack of papers and started walking around the room, handing out the personalized and regular lists. 

Yami watched her with mild amusement, his golden eyes following her movements.

'Damn, she really knows how to make people stare.'

Midnight reached him first, dropping a thick stack of papers onto his desk with a wink. "Big boy's got options," she teased before moving on to Momo.

Yami picked up the list and flipped through it lazily. He had over 500 selected offers, while Momo had 200. That meant they had already filtered the initial 6,000+ and 1,000+ offers down to the ones they thought best suited them.

Momo was already reading through hers carefully, scanning for tech-focused heroes or agencies specialising in invention and support equipment. 

She bit her lip slightly as she flipped through the pages, focused as always.

Yami, on the other hand, had his priorities straight. Martial artists, big titty heroines, big ass heroines, or Mirko—who happened to be all of the above and tall.

He skimmed the list, eyes flicking across names. 'Silver Fang… Blizzard of Hell…' His eyebrow twitched. 'Aren't they from One Punch Man?'

That made him pause.

Ojiro had Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist—which was straight up Bang's martial art—and Stain had been merged with Garou, making him way stronger than in the original timeline.

'Wait, if Fubuki is here, does that mean Tatsumaki also exists? How the hell isn't she the Number One hero?'

That was concerning.

Yami flipped through a few more pages, aware that this universe was even more chaotic than he initially thought.

'I'd like an internship where I actually learn something… but fucking a pro hero would be nice… Who do I choose? Who do I choose…'

He ran his finger down the list, skipping over the boring agencies until he spotted a familiar name.

"Ryuko Tatsuma."

'Oh shit, the dragon girl is here; now, that's interesting.' 

Ryuko, also known as Ryukyu, was strong as hell and had one of the most stacked backsides in the hero world. 

Her thighs alone were thicker than most pro heroes' torsos, and her ass could probably suffocate a man.

More importantly, though—she was a dragon.

'Learning from her would actually be useful. She's got raw strength and transformation abilities and is fast as hell. Plus, she's hot as fuck, so if I play my cards right…'

Yami leaned back, glancing over at Momo, who was still deep in thought as she flipped through her own list.

He smirked. "Cow, who are you thinking about interning with?"

Momo didn't even look up. "Someone who focuses on invention support… Maybe Power Loader or Mei's family business—"

Yami blinked. "Wait, Mei has a family business?"

Momo gave him a look. "Of course she does. How else do you think she can access all the parts and custom machinery?"

'Huh. That actually makes sense.'

He went back to his list.

'Alright. Ryuko it is.'

And so, one week passed in a blur, and before they knew it, they were standing at Tokyo's central train station, ready to head out.

"You've got your costumes, right?" Aizawa said, looking over the class with his usual tired expression. "Wearing them in public is strictly prohibited, but don't lose them."

"Yeahhh!!" Ashido cheered, jumping excitedly. Her sudden movement made her jacket slip, briefly exposing her jaguar-pattern bra.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "And don't slur your words, Ashido. All of you—be on your best behaviour. Now, go."

"This is gonna be fun!" Kaminari said, patting Kirishima on the back.

"Anyone got a spare lunch?" Sero asked, looking stressed as he patted his backpack. "I forgot mine..."

"Dude, how do you forget lunch?" Kirishima asked, raising an eyebrow.

"IM STRESSED, OKAY!?"

Yami sighed and pulled out one of the three bento boxes he had packed. "Here. Don't make it a habit."

Sero blinked before taking it gratefully. "You're a lifesaver, man."

With everyone set, the class started splitting up, heading toward their respective trains. Yami and Momo waved their classmates off before heading to their own platform.

Strangely enough, they ended up on the same bullet train.

"I thought you were going for a tech-based agency," Yami said as he sat beside Momo, glancing at her curiously.

Momo adjusted her skirt, crossing her legs neatly. "I thought so too. But since the internship is only two weeks, I doubt I'd learn anything groundbreaking. So I picked something more practical."

"Practical?" Yami raised an eyebrow.

Momo smirked slightly. "I'm interning at Uwabami's agency."

Yami blinked. "Wait, the snake lady? The one who does commercials?"

Momo nodded. "Her agency might not focus on combat, but it has strong media connections. I can make good contacts and get some important numbers for later."

"Figures," Yami said, leaning back in his seat. "I picked Ryukyu. I wanna push my gears further, and a transformation hero might have some insight."

Momo hummed in thought. "Have you tried hollowing your bones for extra speed? If you have almost full control over your body, that should be possible."

Yami sighed. "I wish. I'm still far from that level. My best guess was something similar—petrifying my skin but leaving just enough space for blood to flow, like a liquid cooler. Instead of sweating to regulate heat, I'd circulate my blood more efficiently."

Momo nodded in approval, her analytical mind already adding to his idea. "That makes sense. And since your body recovers blood almost instantly, you wouldn't have to worry about losing too much."

"Exactly," Yami smirked. "I just need to figure out how to do it properly."

The train ride continued, the rhythmic hum of the tracks oddly calming the atmosphere. 

Momo spent part of the ride flipping through a small notebook, writing down ideas while Yami leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a short rest.

After an hour and a half, the train finally pulled into their destination—Hachiōji.

Stepping out onto the platform, Yami stretched his arms over his head, cracking his neck. The air here felt different—quieter than Tokyo but still alive with movement.

Momo glanced at him as they walked toward the station exit. "So, what's your plan once you get to Ryukyu's agency?"

Yami shrugged. "I'll figure it out when I get there. I'm not the type to overthink stuff."

Momo sighed, shaking her head. "That's an awful habit, Yami."

"It works for me," he said with a lazy grin.

After a short ride on the train, Yami and Momo arrived at their destination. The station was busy, with people moving in every direction, but the two stood calmly near the exit.

Momo had a limo already waiting for her. She adjusted the strap of her bag and turned to Yami. "You sure you don't want a ride?" she asked, tilting her head.

Yami shook his head. "Nah, I feel like walking."

Momo sighed but didn't argue. "Alright. Good luck with your internship."

"You too, Cow," Yami smirked, earning an eye roll from her before she stepped into the sleek black car. The limo pulled away smoothly, disappearing into the morning traffic.

Yami pulled out his phone, searching for Ryuko's agency. It was closer than he expected—only a twenty-minute walk from the station. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and started walking.

The weather was nice, the sun peeking through scattered clouds, and the streets were lively but not too crowded. 

About halfway through his walk, Yami passed by a small park. He glanced around, spotting an empty bench beneath a tree, and decided to take a break.

Sitting down, he pulled out the two bento boxes he had packed earlier. As he opened them, the smell of grilled chicken, rice, and pickled vegetables filled the air. 

He ate at a steady pace, enjoying the quiet before his internship started. The park was peaceful—kids played on swings, joggers passed by, and an old man fed pigeons nearby.

Once he finished his meal, he tossed the empty containers into a nearby trash bin and continued walking toward the agency.

When he finally arrived, he stood in front of a three-story building with large glass windows and a sleek, modern design. 

As he stepped inside, the front doors slid open, and a cute receptionist behind the front desk looked up from her computer.

She smiled politely. "Welcome to Ryukyu's agency. Are you the U.A. intern?"

Yami nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

She started to respond, but before they could exchange more words, footsteps echoed through the entrance.

Turning his head, Yami saw a woman walking through the doors, eating a takoyaki ball with a small wooden skewer. 

She wore a dark red qipao-style hero costume, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. 

A green scale trim lined the shoulders, and golden claw patterns decorated the hem. One of the slits on her uniform exposed a toned thigh strapped with a black band.

Her blonde hair was short, swept back with a green headband, and a long fringe covered one of her inward-tilting, reptilian eyes. 

Small black dragon wings jutted out from the back of her head, and golden cartilage piercings lined her left ear. Her sharp, pointed teeth peeked out slightly as she chewed.

Yami immediately recognized her—Ryuko Tatsuma, the Dragon Hero.

She froze mid-step when she spotted him, her golden eyes widening slightly.

Yami's gaze drifted downward, noticing a dark stain of sauce smeared on the front of her uniform. The takoyaki skewer was still in her hand, a half-eaten ball of battered octopus resting on the tip.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then, Ryuko quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her gloved hand, swallowing the bite she was chewing. "You're early," she said, her voice smooth but slightly surprised.

Yami shrugged. "Figured I'd get here before lunch rush hour."

She glanced down at the stain on her outfit and sighed. "Damn it…"

Yami smirked. "Rough morning?"

Ryuko huffed, stabbing the last takoyaki ball with her skewer and popping it into her mouth. She chewed quickly before tossing the empty stick into a nearby trash can.

"You have no idea," she muttered, glancing at the receptionist, who was trying and failing to suppress a small giggle.

Yami leaned against the counter, watching her with a lazy grin. "You eat takoyaki often?"

Ryuko crossed her arms, pretending to ignore the sauce stain. "It's a guilty pleasure."

Yami chuckled. "No shame in that."

Ryuko gave him a once-over, scanning him up and down before nodding slightly. "Alright, come with me. I'll show you around."

With that, she turned and walked deeper into the agency, with Yami walking closely behind.