[Shirayuki Mai]

The Shirayuki family had long upheld tradition and maintained the Dojo that had been passed down through the generations, one after the other following instructions passed down the family line for centuries. Mai was no different. Unlike her predecessors however she had widened her reach. As the first Shirayuki to be born with a quirk Mai had seen and felt first hand the need for tradition to meet modernity. For the world of martial arts had certainly seen changes ever since competitors with more varied physiques had begun to compete and failure to adapt would see the Shirayuki-style left behind as nought but a footnote in history.

Such a thing could not be allowed and as the next generation it was her duty to ensure it would not come to pass. It was the very principles of the martial arts she sought to master, improve and adapt to a wider range of participants that saw her attend UAU and learn far more than she'd expected when she first began. For the core values of martial arts were no different from those of society as a whole and to uphold one was not so different from upholding the other. And much like how no one hero so far had proven capable of guiding all of civilization by themselves the hardest lesson she'd learned was that for martial arts the same proved true. No matter how much Mai wished she could do so.

No, she'd found that neither were achievable that way nor all at once. A sound soul and a sound society required a sound foundation and as the saying went, Rome wasn't built in a day. Nor by a single builder.

To maintain the order, peace and quiet she so cherished something larger than herself was needed and just as the Shirayuki Dojo founded by her ancestors served that purpose for the world of martial arts the Tranquil Soul hero agency she'd founded was to serve that purpose for the world at large. It too, like the Dojo, would need more pillars than just the Shirayuki themselves if it was to stand the test of time. For this very reason Mai had hand-picked candidates out of the students she'd taught at UAU to receive internship offers at the agency and scheduled individual meetings with each of those who accepted in turn. In fact, one of them had just arrived to the Dojo and was being guided inside by one of the gate guards at this very moment.

"Welcome, Makishima. Please take a seat."

Out of the candidates invited Homura was the one Mai was most curious about. She'd seen him in several classes over the years but they'd never shared more than a few words over the course of them. Many believed an interview to be an outdated form of recruitment and in some cases Mai agreed but she was nothing if not a traditionalist and more so given that they'd never had a true conversation in the past a talk was long overdue.

What was decidedly less traditional -at least by non-Shirayuki standards- was the location. When one thought of an interview it was easy to imagine a scene of stuffy offices, suits and ties. A mat near the corner of a wide indoors training ground at the center of a dojo filled with dozens martial artists practicing their moves was unlikely to even be their second guess nor their third. Yet that was exactly the kind of place Mai had chosen.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked while gesturing at the rectangular wooden serving tray in front of her. Host to a pot of tea, sugar, a glass water jug and two cups as well as two glasses the selection was both entirely at home in its surroundings and horribly antiquated.

"Well then, I do not believe either of us has an interest in small talk so let us get started."

Her expression hardened and her short stature suddenly seemed far more imposing than it had any right to be, especially given that she was sitting. Far more befitting of her status her demeanor seemed to shift, almost physically representing the weight on her shoulders as the hero Yuki Onna's purple eyes stared straight into Homura's own with a look as cold and impassive as the ice her hair resembled.

"Tell me. To you, what does it mean to be a Pro Hero?"

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]There is always hesitancy when it comes to interacting with U.A staff. Homura has learned this about himself through and through after attending the school for as long as he has and, while he recognizes it as a problem, it has not been entirely solved yet. Perhaps it stems from a worry that their authority will be no different than the authority often responsible for new issues back home, or perhaps it instead comes from the innate envy he has towards the strong. No matter its origin, its presence is undeniable.

Case and point, he can count on one hand the number of times he and Shirayuki have exchanged anything more than casual hello's and goodbye's after class. This is no different from how he interacts with other U.A professors, of course. Homura rarely asks questions, excels on assignments, and has - in some cases - occasionally offered his services as a tutor to those that may need it. By all accounts, he's something of a model student, albeit one that could use a bit more social prodding than he lets on. Hell, given a brief spat he had recently with a younger student in the hall, he could definitely use more social training rather than Quirk or tactical aid.

All the same, however, when he's invited to the stomping grounds of one of the professors - one of them with a damn agency nonetheless - of course he has to accept it. He's not so weak as to allow his worries to get in the way of his success, not by a long-shot.

He's not dressed too formally. Dressed a bit nicer, sure, but he's not to the nines and wearing designer; it's been whispered to him that a more casual approach may work when it comes to internship interviews, lest he come off as the sort of person who values his appearance too much. He does value his appearance too much, of course, it's impossible to deny that fact, but the attempt at stifling his desire to wear nothing but the best may do a better job of voicing his desire to stand beside the professor as an intern than anything else.

He gives the guard a polite thank you once he's guided into the room proper and left with Shirayuki. He moves to the other seat at her instruction, then makes himself comfortable, folding both palms down on his lap. As silent as ever for all of a moment, as though considering her question, Homura really does look something like a hero already; well-built and obedient, clearly organized and at the top of his game when it comes to his intellect...

"Thank you for having me, and for the offered drinks." is the first thing he says when he opens his mouth, bending slightly to offer a sitting bow to to the U.A teacher. Best to show respect right out the gate, lest any of his words leave a sorrow impression. Though he's not actually all that thirsty, anxiety gnaws at him. Wouldn't it be rude to refuse an offer by a hero? By a teacher? By a possible employer? Absolutely to all three. He reaches forward with a nod, pouring himself a glass of water then taking a quick sip from it.

There's an air of relief when she notes that neither of them are the type for small talk. That's good, part of him thinks. The less small-talk he has to do, the better.

"Being a hero is... complicated." Homura finally answers. "On the surface, it's just saving people, though 'just saving people' makes it sound infinitely easier than I'm told it is in practice." He looks away from Shirayuki as he speaks, gaze roaming around the room not out of nerves, but out of intrigue towards the otherwise casual surroundings compared to what he expected. "However, heroes also serve as benchmarks for their respective communities, if not for Japan as a whole. It's a position with heavy social consequences, considering how drastically public attitudes can change on one issue or another depending on what a hero says or does towards a particular event or person."

He puts a hand on his chin, continuing. "I think, when it comes down to it, being a pro hero means both inspiring a sense of law and order, and creating a sense of hope in others. They are the first faces people see on what could be the worst day of their lives and, thereby, have a responsibility to make sure that those going through everything from disasters to villain attacks feel safe." He pauses, then offers a small smile. "Er, was that too long? I can shorten my answer if you'd like."

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[Shirayuki Mai]

"There is no need. That was a wonderful answer." Mai replied with a proud smile. Pouring herself a cup of tea she deliberated for a moment on how to continue. His answer had addressed several follow up questions she was going to ask and rendered a few others superfluous.

"Perhaps is it old fashioned of me but I prefer to get a handle on everyone working within our agency to best know where to apply their respective strengths. As such I will be asking a few more questions. Likewise if you have any for me do not hesitate to ask."

She took a sip of her tea while considering her words. No two people reacted to the same situation in the exact same way and while few acted as they thought they would in emergencies hearing what they think they'd do nevertheless gave a good idea of their character.

"Let's start with a few hypotheticals. You may answer them however you wish, albeit I would prefer if you did not choose your answers simply to appease me. There might not be a wrong nor a right answer regardlessly." Yuki Onna continued while staring right into Homura's eyes. "You stumble upon the scene of a crime. A robber has just injured a cashier and is running off with the goods. In the robber's arms you spot baby food, diapers and cheap rice. What do you do?"

Her face remained cold and impassive, not giving away her reaction to whatever reply Homura might give. She waited until she was certain he was finished answering before posing her next question.

"A bomb was planted in a crowded area and you have cornered the perpetrator. They refuse to deactivate the device nor do they explain how it could be deactivated. It is small enough to be carried away however you do not know how much time is left before it would detonate nor whether it can be activated remotely. How do you believe you would act in this situation?"

She took a sip of her tea and offered Homura either a refill of his water or a cup of tea should he want either while she listened to his words, should he choose to answer of course. All the while her expression did not change, not a single hint of her inner thoughts displayed on her features.

"Let us do one more to finalize. There are two boats bearing a total of three hundred and one people. One boat has two hundred passengers while the second has one hundred and one passengers. Both boats incur damage at the same time. You are the only person capable of fixing them and there are only enough materials to fix a single one. Which boat would you repair?" Mai asked before adding. "And would your answer change if whichever boat you did not choose would attempt to force you to work on theirs?"

It could be argued that Mai was being much to harsh asking such questions right off the bat. Perhaps that was so, yet Mai did not believe in coddling. For one to succeed as a paragon of humanity required a certain level of mental fortitude and while she understood that gaining such a thing took time to achieve the public could not afford for one who took the field to falter. Such a trait, in her opinion, had to be gained before one shouldered the lives of others. Lest they falter when it matters most.

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]And now the real show starts. Her response to his answer allows him to relax ever so faintly, the multi-mouthed student nodding along as Mai continues.

"It's not old fashioned at all." He chuckles, shaking his head. "It makes perfect sense. I'll save any of my questions for the end, of course - yours take priority." There's a clear sense of respect in his words; her time, he realizes, is infinitely more valuable than his own. She saves lives, he's merely learning how to do so with half the skill and grace that she has to offer. Best to save his questions for last, just in case anything comes up in the meantime.

The first hypothetical makes him think for a moment. He sips his drink, noting her eye contact, and returning it in kind.

"In that case, I would first make sure the cashier is all right, depending on the intensity of the injuries, and ensure that the proper medical services are called if they're needed. For the robber, I would apprehend them as swiftly as possible. Given the items that they were stealing, I would attempt to have both parties come to a reasonable conclusion so as to avoid any criminal prosecution in the matter. If that would be an unreachable resolution, then I would instead pay for the stolen items and follow the appropriate steps to ensure that they get to who needs them, as well as to ensure that - if there are children in need involved - they get adequate care either from a trusted guardian or family member until the issue is resolved."

It's a clinical answer through-and-through, though he doesn't sound like a robot when he prattles it off. Rather, it's clear that he's thinking through every avenue of the situation. The law must be upheld, but that isn't to say one can't be charitable with their efforts to do so.

The second scenario draws a steady moment of silence from him. Homura sips his drink, brows furrowing.

"In that situation, I would attempt to disperse the crowd quickly but without inciting panic. If I could do so, then my next priority would be limiting the collateral damage caused by the bomb detonating by trying to move it to an area without large cars or buildings around, or using my Quirk to push it upwards so as to prevent it from exploding on the ground and minimizing damage in the process." He nods to himself, though it's clear this scenario is puzzling him. "If I could not disperse the crowd quickly, then I would attempt to move the explosive itself into a less population-dense area with the unknown amount of time I have, utilizing my Quirk to make the process easier if able."

That, he thinks, was probably not a satisfactory answer. Maybe she's looking for something akin to 'I would throw myself on the explosive'. That's the most heroic answer, isn't it? ... No, he dismisses that thought. That's the dumbest answer around. A body wouldn't stop the explosion. It would only make the oncoming mess all the harder to clean up.

The third hypothetical, thankfully, is one that he doesn't need to take that much time to think on. He gives an appreciative nod as his drink is refilled, taking one more sip from it before answering the final scenario.

"I would attempt to fix the larger of the two, with two-hundred passengers. My rationale on this is that this boat is likely larger than the other and, as such, when it's repaired, we can have an easier time getting those from the first boat aboard it. If those from the first boat attempt to stop me, I would attempt to explain this rationale to them. My focus would remain on repairing the second ship and getting those from the first ship onto it once repairs were properly made." He seems proud of that answer, if the faint smile is anything to go by.

He waits, patient and observant, for her response.

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[Shirayuki Mai]

Mai could certainly appreciate the respectful tone. It was promising, yet she kept her ears open for signs it was mere pandering. This would not be the first time she met someone who resorted to flattery instead of speaking through actions and while she doubted Homura was like that she nevertheless knew better than to rely on her gut feeling instead of verifying the truth.

She listened to each of his answers attentively, turning them over and picking them apart even as he spoke. The first was very comprehensive and textbook hero behaviour, even making sure to account for how various parties might react. What she couldn't help but note however was that there was no such accounting for his own limits. Not a single mention made in regards to the possibility that he'd be unable to chase the robber down due to the head start caused by making sure the cashier was safe. She made a mental note of the potential arrogance. If her hunch was correct it would need to be tempered but Mai was well aware it might simply be nervosity due to the interview that was influencing what he said. If nothing else his second answer went some way to alleviating her concerns.

This time a second option is present in case of failure, making her lean more towards the thought that he is simply confident in his skills when up against a single person or concrete obstacle. Something she will still be paying attention to but was unlikely to cause many problems. A hero needed confidence as much as they did humility after all and given that he struggled to answer the question yet still made it clear he'd try as hard as possible to safeguard society he was clearly capable of realizing there were things beyond a single individual and that what mattered most is how one acts regardlessly.

His inexperience however shows in the naivety shown in both the first and third answer and as much as she'd like to protect that innocence it would not do for a hero to be caught unprepared on the field. The third answer, while certainly not a bad one, shied away from tough choices. Even so there was potential, all it needed now was to be realized and she would do whatever she could to help accomplish exactly that.

"Excellent." Yuki Onna replied when he finished, her demeanour losing some of its intensity as she took another sip of her tea. "My next comments and questions need not -and should not- be answered, they are purely for your own consideration. Mull them over so you are prepared should you ever face any such situations in reality."

After all, as much as someone being interviewed could try to be honest they would undoubtedly skew their answer away from anything the interviewer might consider unpleasant. Only in the sanctity of one's own mind -or perhaps when surrounded by those they trusted most- could a person truly be honest.

"Should the cashier have required your continued assistance to ensure a full recovery, would you have abandoned the pursuit of the robber? Where would you draw the line between prioritizing the cashier as opposed to the robber in regards to severity of their injuries. Additionally, would you pursue regardless of how much head start they got? Should you catch them, would the amount of care you devote to their personal situation differ based on the injuries?" Taking a moment to let her words sink in she moved to the next scenario. "A bomb can be devastating indeed, both to others and to yourself. Prioritizing the safety of the crowd is admirable yet going in without a plan is foolhardy and a great way to get yourself killed."

Her eyes briefly regained their intensity as she affixed him with a piercing gaze. "Unless you are fully confident you can raise it far above its dangerous radius and keep it there until after detonation never, and I do mean never, lift a bomb higher. The majority of its damage in an explosion is caused by the blast and anything between it and yourself can mute that. An air burst has a much wider lethal range than a ground burst."

The intensity eased up once more as she continued.

"A situation such as this would be chaotic, that I am fully aware of." Perhaps more than she'd like, she recalled bitterly. "It leaves one prone to forgetting the obvious, this is why preparation is important. For example, I can't help but note the presence of the perpetrator slipped your mind, as did the possibility of the bomb being able to be triggered remotely the moment you neared it or began the evacuation. You are correct in the assumption that handling both the perpetrator's capture and safeguarding the population would be too much for a single person to handle. It need not be that, however. Us heroes can work together. The option to call in assistance is always there and at times pride must be swallowed for the greater good."

It could be a tough pill to swallow, indeed, for those who strive to increase their own capabilities as much as possible the idea that something is beyond their limits may be anathema to their very ideals. Yet Plus Ultra does not refer simply to one's physical capabilities. It is to go beyond in all ways possible.

"The boat situation has too many variables to list so I will simply ask this of you: consider as many possible ways it might go as possible and how you would react to them. Add more problems or complexities when you run out and master the nuances of the situation. It can serve as a meditative exercise as much as a practical one." She concluded with a genial smile.

"Is there anything you would like to ask me?"

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]Her critiques are noted. One by one, he takes careful notes of her responses to each answer and - although he remains silent - chides himself internally for not thinking his answers through all the way. Of course calling for back-up would be an option, he knows this, but... Well, it wouldn't be fitting of someone of his stature to suddenly turn heel and yell for help, would it? But then again, that would be the essence of a hero as well; knowing your limits, and using others to help push you beyond them. Cooperation for elevation. He mentally curses himself for not thinking of that while answering, though his attention never once wavers from the teacher.

She says that her answers need not be responded to, and he intends to take this to heart, but - in his mind - he writes out little responses to each. Counterpoints to her own responses that, if said aloud, would surely only result in the younger of the two falling flat on his face metaphorically. His arrogance is not so proud as to think itself better than a teacher, someone who has been on the field for as long as he has been alive more than likely, but... well, it is still arrogance. A hero would not be a hero if they did not, ever so often, have a moment of questioning the wisdom of those above them.

Wisely, however, he keeps those doubts to himself. Those quiet questions and counterpoints will never be uttered aloud while his teacher is around; perhaps he will mention them if the interview is brought up by those who raised him, which it undoubtedly will be, though perhaps it would be wise to bite his tongue there too.

Homura's ability to create a potential cause for anxiety from nothing is almost as impressive as his Quirk at times. Thankfully, he is well trained enough to hold any impression of nerves or worry from his expression. He would not have gotten as far as he has if he wore his heart on his sleeve - mostly because its absence would surely be noticed by the more righteous around him.

"I see." He finally speaks as his superior comes to a stop. "I apologize for my miscalculations of the situations." He thinks for a moment, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as he tries to decide on his next statement. Biding time, he sips his drink, then sets it down, and offers a smile of his own - albeit, one that is in equal parts genial and apologetic. A surprise, given his typical confidence, but not entirely unexpected from one in his position; it's hard not to be at least a little shaken when one's superior has noted down what they've done wrong, especially when personal experience with failure makes old scars embroidered across his back spike with recognition.

"I suppose the only question I can ask is if my answers have, in so many words, cost me an internship." He chuckles as he asks it, seemingly shedding his nerves in favor of returning to that lingering confidence and casualness. "Though, I'd also like to know where you got the tea set." He nods to the cups, clearly appreciative of them. "It's quite nice."

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[Shirayuki Mai]

It was always satisfying for a teacher when the student paid attention properly. Mai could practically see thoughts churn inside his head the more she spoke and while she could not know whether they headed into the right direction she had high hopes.

"There is no need to apologize." Mai replied with a soft smile. "The purpose of these thought exercises were as much to hear how you'd react as they were to help prepare you for the future. Should you ever run into situations such as these you will now have had time to consider your solutions in advance instead of having to think them up on the fly."

She swirled the tea in her cup around, staring into it and inhaling the fragrance before she continued.

"There is one lesson after all that is much harder to learn and nearly impossible to stomach." Mai took a sip of her tea, almost as if she could not bear to speak the words without smoothing their passage first. When she finally continued it was much quieter and with a forlorn expression making its way onto her features. "Oftentimes there is no perfect solution. No one way to handle the situation satisfactorily. No technique to save everyone. Perhaps I should not be saying this as a pro hero but sometimes we need to make choices we don't like leading to results we don't want."

Her gaze was lost within the depths of her swirling tea, as if by staring hard enough she could will herself to see the bottom of the cup.

"We can train, practice and study as much as we'd like. We will never be ready for everything no matter how perfectly we act. It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life."

Straightening her back and fixing her posture that had slipped slightly during her speech as if uttering the words had briefly turned the weight on her shoulders physical she once more looked Homura straight in the eyes.

"That does not mean we should not try. Even if the situation is utterly hopeless a hero is one who rages against the dying of the light. We must strive to do all we can to ensure a better tomorrow. Where one cannot find a path by themselves, through cooperation a brighter future can be found." Mai stated with full confidence while extending his hand towards Homura. "That is why I am more than happy to welcome you to our Tranquil Soul hero agency. Always remember: You never fight alone."

With some of the seriousness dropping off her face one corner of her lip curled up into a smile.

"As for the tea set I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint. It was a family heirloom, its creator retired seventy four years ago."

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]Once more, he listens. Homura nods along as his teacher continues, though his brows furrow - if only for a moment - at the notion that things won't always be perfectly handled. For all of a few seconds, he looks puzzled by that implication; someone raised in perfection must indeed consider it to be the norm, though even his experience with it is less than ideal - he has the marks to prove it.

"Of course. Failure is just as important as success." Homura hums. "My family likes to say that, if you are never left to crawl, you will never know the joy of running. If you don't fail, then you'll never understand the freedom that comes with success." And what a freedom it is. What a freedom it must be. So close, yet just out of reach; perhaps one day it'll be there for him, waiting at the finish line with a bolt-cutter to free him from the damned unseen chains 'round his neck...

... But for now, his teacher holds out her hand, and welcomes him to the agency, and that is all Homura needs.

He takes her hand, smiling as he gives it a small shake.

"I'm honored to be a part of it." He pulls his hand back, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles a moment later. "I look forward to learning more from you in the field." Ah, there's excitement there! It's small and barely noticeable, but it's there - that twinge of excitement, of true understanding towards what might just be awaiting him. His life is looking up.

He hums at the mention of the tea set.

"It's not disappointing at all." He chuckles. "All the more reason to cherish it."

He'll enjoy tea with his teacher, as well as the idle chats that are sure to come with it, before eventually taking his leave. Say what you will about Homura, but he is nothing if not polite - and, in this moment, nothing if not ambitious as well.

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