Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
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THE DAYS LEADING UP TO THE SPORTS FESTIVAL were the same. Study in the morning, train in the afternoon, continue training in the evening (if she was bothered), come home, bond with the family and repeat.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
For two whole weeks.
Ivette had never been more bored in her entire life.
"It's finally over," she groaned, stretching her arms over her head and smiling at the satisfying pop that occurred.
Kirishima laughed, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. "It wasn't that bad."
"I've never felt more drained in my entire life," Ivette deadpanned, resulting in more laughter from the redhead, something that warmed her to the core. "This sports festival better be worth it."
"It will be," he reassured, extending an arm out for the seated greenette. "It's going to be amazing!"
Ivette's lips quirked upwards. She accepted the help, allowing him to pull her up and into his embrace. Her face quickly scrunched up, and she pushed him away from her. "You stink," she said, disgusted. "Go shower."
"The same can be said about you," commented Bakugo, gulping down water from his bottle. "I can smell your stench from over here."
"Fuck off, Katsuki!"
"I'm only telling the truth."
Ivette lifted her arm, grimacing when she caught a whiff of herself. "Ugh. I'm going to go shower. I'll see you two tomorrow."
The three had been granted permission to train in one of UA's centres, practising late into the evening. With Bakugo watching over her like a hawk, Ivette couldn't half-ass her training. He forced her to push herself to the limits, even though he said nothing.
His glare, she knew for a fact, could make a grown-ass villain weep.
Aizawa had been spot on with her weaknesses, which, essentially, was everything. She spent the better part of two weeks training her telekinesis, slowly but surely increasing the length and duration in which she could hold objects. Ivette found it harder to hold larger objects for more than a minute, but that would increase the more she practised. Her telepathy, Aizawa had said, would improve the more she used it. Right now, she could use it to see inside people's past. Eventually, with the right training, she'd be able to hear their present thoughts and maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to transcend time and use her quirk to see their future. But that was a long shot — a shot Ivette was willing to take.
"If I'm able to see the future," she mused, gaze cast up to the darkening firmament, trying desperately to hear the words shared between the luminous stars, "i'll remodel this world. I'll make it perfect. A place where people can live in harmony."
