Blue Print Plans [Internship || Yojin]

Yojin didn’t need a damn internship. He already had his hands full with classes, damage control, the Plutocracy, and Ishtar. It wasn’t like he was going to learn much, anyway. Sure, there were tons of engineers out there with more experience than him, but none with his quirk. What could a CEO teach him that he couldn’t learn in a textbook or online? Business management? Yojin had no desire to learn from a leech. What was the point of running his own company if he was just going to exploit his workers and customers like every other big name out there.

But he couldn’t explain that to Hachi. And it sounded so childish when he said it out-loud to Chimera or Angie, like he was being petulant by saying the truth. Or like he was insecure about his own skills. He wasn’t either of those. Just realistic.

Yojin hadn’t been able to figure out how to properly refuse, though, so he’d been forced to take one. Bleak options, all around. ASTA was a ball of snakes--Yojin had a thousand reasons not to trust their CEO. Meanwhile, interning with the PSC was dangerous. The less attention he had from them, the better. So that left a medical internship, or Hoshizuki Industries.

In the end, Yojin decided putting up with some corporate suit was better than embarrassing himself in the field of medicine. So Hoshizuki it was.

He arrived on the day of the internship on time. Not early--not with how tired he was every morning, and not late--he didn’t want to start on a wrong foot, even if he didn’t need his new boss to like him. Just on time. That was one of the best things about Tokyo. The trains ran on time.

Yojin tried not to fidget as he entered the building, showed his UA ID, and boarded the elevator to meet with the CEO. All of these corporate buildings were made for show. To “wow” investors and employees, intimidate people into signing stupid contracts. It was working. He could feel his nerves jangling in his throat, making it hard to swallow sips of the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. It was his second cup. Being nervous was better than falling asleep on day one. He focused on the seams of the elevator, pressing his hand against the shiny chrome wall, reaching out with his quirk so he could feel the pulleys working to haul him up, the massive counterweight on the other side. It was weirdly soothing.

His face stared back at him in the chrome wall. Amber eyes, ringed with giant dark circles. Hair messy, died blond, like a delinquent. That wasn’t going to win him points, he was sure. He hadn’t been about to change it, though. His work would prove his worth. Still, he had forced himself to wear a neat, ironed school uniform, neat, pressed, grey with green accents, sharp and formal, a stark contrast to his battered, patched canvas background. It felt strange wearing his uniform like this--the collar felt choking. It didn’t pay to make things more difficult for himself, though.

He didn’t need approval.

He swallowed, forcing himself to think of his father, to see his father’s eyes in the reflection. He needed money. That was all. One more year, then he graduated, and could make Damage Control legitimate.

Just needed to keep his head down.

The doors chimed open, and Yojin made his way down the hall to the office he’d been instructed to go to, tapping on each door as he passed. It was another strange tick, another result of his nerves. A salaryman gave him an odd look as they passed each other and Yojin stopped, flushing.

Finally, he found the correct door, knocked, and opened.

There was a young man sitting in the office on the other side. Tousled black hair. Attractive. Yojin still wasn’t great at noticing if people were attractive or not (outside of Angie), but the man was definitely attractive, with a face, and a body, like a model. Casual. Hip. Informal. It reminded him a little bit of Orlov-sensei, but less “forced.” A college student, maybe? Or a secretary?

Well. Huh. Didn’t think your tastes ran that way, Hoshizuki.

Yojin frowned at the unnecessary middleman to his internship, looking around to see if he could spot another door in the room or something, one that lead to his actual boss. Then, remembering his manners, he bowed, introducing himself.

“Good morning. I’m Hino Yojin, the UA student. I was told to meet with Takeo Hoshizuki here?” He said, forcing himself not to mumble. He still sounded a bit flat. He forced himself to meet the young man’s eyes, and realized, with a start, they were golden--the same shade as his father’s, and his own.

A long lost relative? He looks somehow familiar.