Heterochromatic

[41] Spectrum

"Today, you will be pushed past your limit." Endeavor has his back turned to the two teens as he talks to him, doing other things at the same time as if only speaking to them is a waste of time. "I want you two to fight, no Quirks,"

'Well he really gets straight to the point doesn't he?' Ekio nods to the man.

Shoto glances at her before walking to the other side of the room, taking stance across from her. Endeavor nods approvingly before stepping back towards the wall, leaving the room clear for the two of them to fight.

Kio rolls her shoulder, to warm them up and get ready for the fight. It has been a while since she has done any combat training, it's time to see whether she still has it or not.

"Start." Endeavor's harsh voice starts the battle.

Remembering the way that they fought last time, Ekio waits for Shoto to attack instead of attacking him instead. Of course, Shoto has continually trained while Ekio has just sat around and stared at her English book, but there are things that you just can't have.

Shoto notices that she isn't going to make a move and steps forward slowly, getting a leg in front of another to support himself. He uses his forward foot to launch himself forward, sprinting towards Ekio.

Kio uses the sounds of his feet hitting the padded floor to help her as the boy moves quickly. She stretches her leg out towards him, flattening herself to the ground to avoid any attacks from him.

Doing the same as last time, she swipes her leg to the side in hope of hitting him. He jumps, kicking outward towards her. Kio rolls backwards and out of the way, barely missing the kick from the boy.

Endeavor stands silently at the side of the room, watching the two fight. He is currently thinking about how Ekio's fighting style is effective, but it is shit.

Literal shit.

Shoto punches towards the girl. Ekio wraps her fingers around his fist and yanks him into the ground, moving out of the way and letting him roll to the floor. He lands in her spot, her arms wrapping around his and holding it tightly.

She jumps on top of him, one foot holding his other arm down and a knee to the chest.

But it would seem that those muscles aren't just for display.

Shoto flips her off him easily, his arms holding hers and legs straddling hers. Ekio makes a sour face at the boy and admits defeat, dropping her arms to the floor. She rolls her head back and looks at Endeavor, who is still thinking about the amateur fight he just witnessed.

Shoto also looks to his father, staring at him for a moment before pulling himself off the top of the girl to stop any thoughts getting into anyone's head. He doesn't want his father figuring anything out.

In their little apartment, the two of them have to be hypervigilant about the door at all times, just in case someone walks in on them lazing around on the same bed or falling asleep next to each other.

Now that would be a scandal that the media would love.

"You both have a lot to learn,"

h.e.t.e.r.o.c.h.r.o.m.a.t.i.c.

Training has always been something that the students of U.A. have enjoyed. Sure, sometimes they hate what they have to do in order to train, such as push their body past the limit and work themselves until it hurts.

But for some reason at the moment, two U.A. students are not enjoying their training.

Mostly because of the 195-centimetre man standing in front of them and watching their every move. He is mainly focused on his son, the one and only Shoto Todoroki who is working through his training at a leisurely pace that would be widely respected.