Obsession

The next year

It has only been  few weeks since you came to this place. You are starting to get adjusted and used to your new life.  There was a routine going on. You would wake up at 5:30am every morning except for Sundays, then you would have a light breakfast then train by yourself until 5pm. Dinner was always bland and carb loaded as to help gain muscle. 

Normally, you trained by yourself but today was something different. Leaning against the far wall of the training room stood Hawks. You felt your cheeks heat up. Ever since you saw him that first day you haven't got him out of your head. You thought about him all the time and wondered what he was like. Being the shy, introverted person you are you never managed to speak directly to him. But today that is going to change. 

Over a loud speaker came a booming voice, "Today will be different. Something you two are not used to." A small pause came. "Today you will have to spar each other" the voice continued. Your eyes widened at the thought of having to face someone who is much more experienced than you. You turned to Hawks who seem unaffected.  The speaker spoke once more "Begin". 

In the corner of your eye you saw Hawks dart away from the wall towards you at an amazing speed. You dodged just in time to turn to see him come around at you again, this time he was flying. In such a large room Hawks could easily maneuver around you making your head spin. You saw a small bell weight in the corner and darted towards it. As soon as you picked it up, you activated your quirk and morphed the metal around your hand causing Hawks to stop. You looked up at him with your fist in front of your face in a defective position. He sent several small feathers towards you, in that moment you noticed another weight next to you. You grabbed it and made a small shield. That didn't stop all the feathers from hitting you causing you to stubble and fall. Just as Hawks was about to pin you to the floor the speaker came on. "Stop. That is enough for the moment" it stated. You opened your eyes and placed the weights back down. Hawks offered a hand, you took it. He pulled you up off the floor and said "You need to work harder". 

As the blond turned his back to you reviling his red feathered back your mouth hung open and your eyes widened. That one statement stayed with you and replayed over and over in your head as your vigorously trained day after day. You haven't trained with him since that day. But each day you became stronger and quicker on your feet. You trained not only with your quirk but without it as well. You wanted to make sure you got stronger to beat anyone in your way, whether that person be a villain or a hero.

Each passing day you became more bitter, more numb. Not a single person there showed any love or compassion towards you or Hawks, that you could see. It has been 6 months since you came here. Now understanding why Hawks looks and acts the way he does, you started empathizing with him. You and Hawks would spar together once a month now to test your strengths. Each time the match would last longer and would get more and more violent. The last match, last week, you and him left bloodied and bruised almost limping out of the training room. As you laid in your bed you looked at your right hand where a puncher wound was right in the middle of your palm. You clenched your fist and slammed you hand against the bed. "Dammit" you yelled. Frustration came over you as you thought about all the matches you have had with Hawks. Every time he beat you. Whether it be by knocking you unconscious or pinning you down. 

The next morning you were shocked to see the training room to be completely empty except for Hawks standing in the corner. I thought we only spared once a month, you thought to yourself. "Today you will be sparing once a week" the loud speaker stated. 

"Begin"