Kiyo rubbed her temples as her head began to throb. She hadn't been at Best Jeanist's agency for more than 5 minutes and the annoying hot head was already giving her a headache with his shouting. They were asked to wait in the main lobby of the agency upon their arrival.

"What is taking so long?" Bakugo growled.

Having had enough Kiyo turned on him with a scowl, "I imagine this is a test of patience as I'm quite certain he saw the Sports Festival and realized you possess none. Now if you would please cease with your temper tantrum everyone in the lobby would appreciate it." She said in a strained voice, trying hard to stay composed, calm and collected. Bakugo made that very difficult.

"We're the only two people here." Bakugo retorted with a scowl.

"Yes and if you shut up I'll be happy and you won't be unconscious." Kiyo replied coolly.

"That a threat?" Bakugo hissed.

"No, it's a fact." Kiyo shot him a dark look, fire sparked at the corner of her eye.

Bakugo clenched his fists. He moved a step toward her but suddenly found himself immobile as dozens of miniscule threads wrapped around him. Kiyo turned and bowed her head politely to the Pro Hero that had joined them in the lobby and was watching things unfold with a concealed frown. Best Jeanist was a tall slender man cloaked head to toe in denim with only his dark heavily lashed eyes and the top of his combed over blonde hair revealed.

"Sorry, Sir." Kiyo apologized politely, her ever poised mask back in place.

Best Jeanist watched her for a moment before turning to the irate blonde who was currently struggling to get free of the threads. He let out a sigh. He had his work cut out for him, but he saw potential in both of them, if they could only get their temperaments in check. Kiyo was too composed...until she wasn't and when it got to that point she was a ticking time bomb. Bakugo, on the other hand, seemed to not have the word composure within his vocabulary. His goal was for them to learn from one another so Kiyo could learn to let go more and Bakugo could learn to reign himself in. Perhaps it was a long shot.

"Come along you two." Best Jeanist turned and walked in the direction of the stairwell.

Kiyo followed quickly. Bakugo grumbled something under his breath about the frustrating girl before reluctantly following along. As they climbed the stairs, Kiyo wondered if this was another test of patience as Bakugo only seemed to be growing more irritated by the second. There had been an elevator in the lobby and it didn't have an 'out of order' sign on it.

Once they reached the fourth floor, Best Jeanist sent them to their separate quarters to change into their hero attire. He mentioned to Bakugo that he had a minor alteration to make to his. Kiyo retreated to her room and quickly changed into her hero costume. It was a solid black bodysuit that had blue flames accenting the left side and ice accenting the left side. She pulled her hair into a tight high ponytail and headed back out to meet up with Bakugo and Best Jeanist.

Best Jeanist looked her over and nodded approvingly, she looked like a polished professional. He didn't have much to teach her when it came to manners or how to conduct herself, she already seemed like a pro in that regard. His main goal was to get her to let go and loosen up a little. They only waited a few moments before Bakugo stomped into the room in his hero costume.

"Go change." Best Jeanist sighed as he realized the irritable teen hadn't worn the jeans he'd instructed him to.

"Why the hell doesn't she have to wear them too?" Bakugo shot a scowl at Kiyo.

"Her body temperature weakens the fabric." Best Jeanist replied with a sigh.

Kiyo threw him a curious look, how did he know about her lowered body temperature?

Bakugo let out a growl before turning and stomping away. He returned a few minutes later, his baggy black pants replaced with a pair of blue denim jeans, that honestly looked a tad ridiculous with the rest of his hero attire. Kiyo struggled to keep herself composed. Bakugo shot her a sharp look as he noticed the corner of her mouth twitch slightly as she caught herself and forced herself not to smirk.

"You should present yourself more professionally." Best Jeanist sighed and approached Bakugo with a comb in hand.

Kiyo concealed a laugh with a fake cough as Best Jeanist proceeded to comb over the irate boy's usually spiky hair. She bit her lip to keep from laughing again once she saw the finished product. Bakugo blinked in disbelief as if he couldn't understand what had just transpired before letting out a roar of rage, causing his hair to puff back up. Kiyo covered her mouth to keep from laughing aloud.

Best Jeanist certainly had his work cut out for him, but he'd dealt with difficult youths before, he was confident he could help these two. After tackling Bakugo's hair, again, and then a third time, a fourth time and finally got it to stay put on the fifth time though Kiyo nearly lost it by this point, Best Jeanist began his instruction with a lecture. Though the lecture, about how to act professionally as a hero and what manners were, was directed at Bakugo, Kiyo seemed to be paying more attention and he got the sense the stoic girl was committing every word to memory. He almost sighed as he realized Bakugo was only half paying attention, tuning out at things he didn't think suited him, which was the entire lecture on manners, this approach wasn't helping. Kiyo didn't need a lecture on how to act professionally or about manners, she was quite capable of both.

Realizing this approach wasn't working, he asked some of his sidekicks for help and tried partnering both of the students with a sidekick they could benefit from. He assigned Kiyo to one that could help teach her how to loosen up and Bakugo to one that could help him with his manners and to keep his temper in check. Not even ten minutes in, Kiyo looked annoyed with the lively sidekick and Bakugo's hair was poofed out again. They were dismissed for lunch while Best Jeanist tried to formulate a better plan to make the pair more approachable as a whole.

"What a joke." Bakugo grumbled as they made their way to the cafeteria.

Kiyo hated to admit it, but she agreed with the irritating blonde. As much as she hated her father, she'd probably be getting more hands-on experience at his agency and improving her skills. She checked her phone once she got her lunch and took a seat at one of the stylish tables. There was a message from Pony. Her lips pulled into a smile as she opened the message and saw a picture of Pony in her hero costume posing adorably in front of a mirror.

P: Good luck Kiyo! I know you'll do great!

"You can smile?" Bakugo scoffed as he took a seat across from her.

Kiyo glanced at the plethora of empty tables, "just because we're interning together doesn't mean we're friends, feel free to sit at another table." She said icily before returning her attention to her phone.

She tried typing a response several times but kept changing her mind and erasing it and rewriting it before erasing it all over again.

K: Thank you. Good luck to you as well.

Kiyo frowned as her message was sent. She opened up her camera preparing to take a selfie to send back but paused as she realized Bakugo was still at her table and watching her with an intense glare. Had he been yelling at her? She had been so absorbed in responding to Pony she must not have heard him.

"You're still here?" She frowned.

She noticed a vein on his neck starting to bulge. He clenched his fists and opened his mouth ready to explode but cut off as she swiftly kicked the leg of his chair at the perfect angle to cause it to tip and dump him on the floor.

Bakugo let out a roar of rage, "you're dead!" He leapt to his feet ready to lunge at her but found a solid wall of ice dividing the room.

Kiyo rolled her eyes at the hot head before snapping a quick selfie and sending it back to Pony. She nearly jumped as Pony responded immediately.

P: You look so cute!

Kiyo's cheeks felt strangely warm as she looked at the new message and she quickly put her phone down on the table feeling embarrassed. Her lips pulled into a smile and she nibbled at her lunch in a daze oblivious to Bakugo's screams of rage as he tried to blast through the thick wall of ice. With each blast the ice reformed almost immediately and Kiyo was able to eat her lunch in peaceful solitude.