All Mights Daughter

Chapter 49: Training One Day Pool Time the Next...

        "C-can we..take a...break? P-please?" Sakyh asked with her hands behind her head, trying to get as much oxygen into her lungs as possible. She didn't know how she had been talked into training but boy was she not ready for it. Her father put her through a lot for training but one thing she was never a fan of was weight training. Either it was just her brain picking on itself or she truly wasn't meant to have muscles in her arms.

        "Tsk. I told you in the beginning, your breaks are when I do my sets now shut up and focus on breathing." Bakugo spat out in annoyance. He was currently lifting much heavier weights than the girl ever wished to lift. Sneaking a glance at his current training partner he noticed her close her eyes as she took deep breaths. There was a nice shiny layer of sweat spread across her and pooling in sections of her clothes. Honestly, he was a little impressed she had made it as far as she had given they were doing his workout regimen. Even Kirishima asked for more breaks than she had though her nervous giggles when she didn't think she was doing it right were entertaining yet annoying. Finishing his last set of reps he shuffled the weights back into their place before walking over to the girl. He was quick to catch her arm as she took a hesitant step back over toward the weights. "Sit your a*s down. You're getting your break but this is the last one until we're done." He voiced to her before bringing his water bottle to his lips.

        "Thank you!" Sakyh practically moaned as she quickly slid down the wall. "Your workouts are insane." Thinking about it, she was kinda glad to be training with the boy. She was learning a bit more about him plus her stuttering and shyness had drastically decreased over the last few hours. Well as long as she didn't pay attention to all his toned muscles.

        "Hn. What kind of crappy workouts are you doing?"

        "It'll be easier just to show you a picture. I suck at explaining this stuff." She told him. Reaching for her bag she dug out her phone and quickly searched for the picture as he crudely agreed with her. She gently tugged on his sweatpants then handed him her phone before looking out at all the workout equipment. Who would have known his family would practically have a full gym in their basement?

        "He wants you to learn how to defend yourself but doesn't add in much that will give you muscle. The hell does he expect you to be able to do? Or would he rather you follow your mothers career, that would make a whole lot more sense." Bakugo voiced glaring at the picture. It honestly wasn't terrible but it wasn't the best given what all he knew about her. 

        A small giggle slipped past Sakyhs lips. "He honestly did at one point but that changed pretty quick. Stitchy came up with some showy or just crazy designs for me that he was not happy with."

        Bakugo rolled his eyes at the comment. "They all have a crazy design phase that never goes away." His mind quickly replayed his parents own crazy moments that forced a shutter down his spine. Looking down at the girl as he dropped his bottle back to its spot before asking a question. "Why didn't you just go with the modeling career? You clearly would have had an easy ticket in with your mother."

        "I'm terrible at picking outfits and doing all the girly stuff that comes with modeling. Outside of shoots I'd be screwed, I practically live in jeans and t-shirts. I think Stitchy would have a heart attack if she saw my actual closet. Plus you know how my social skills are pretty nonexistent." Sakyh informed him feeling the signs of numbness started to creep into her muscles already. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to sit down. "I don't even know how to put any makeup on correctly. My friend is still trying to teach me how to do that. I'd be critiziced the second I had control of my life again."

        Bakugo almost chuckled at her answer. Her lack of confidence proved she wouldn't be able to be a model. "Your social skills would drop your popularity to zero with just one interview." He crudely voiced. "And your eating habits are sh*tty." He added after a minute.