"Have mercy! I beg of you!"
"And why would I do that."
"I can't do this anymore! I'm dying!"
"That's too bad. You're the one that asked for it."
I collapse to the ground, my arms now useless and immobile. I lift my head to peer up at the demon in front of me, giving him the best scowl I could bring forth. He looks down at me from where he's seated, and shakes his head disappointedly.
"It's only been an hour of training, and yet you're saying that this is killing you? I didn't expect you to be this weak."
I use up all my strength to stand myself up from my "pushup", legs shaking in the process.
"Well, it's not my fault that you're so used to this. You demon."
"You better start getting used to this. You only have two weeks until the Sports Festival, and by the pace you're going, I see you losing in the first round."
Aizawa nods towards the water bottle next to his chair, in which I walk up to and grab. I drink a little before placing it back down.
"Thanks for the encouragement, no wonder you're known for your enthusiasm."
How the hell did I end up like this again?...
Flashback to yesterday evening:
As I walk through the door, I come face to face with my teacher. He's leaning against the wall with his bandaged arms crossed.
"Who was that?"
"Ah, that was Shinsou. He's one of my friends that I met on the first day I came here."
He nods slightly, motioning for us to head to the kitchen so we can sit at the table. "What class is he in?"
"He's in General Studies, why?"
"Haven't seen him around before."
"Ohhh, ok..."
We sit down so that we are across from each other. I bounce my legs slightly, nerves now kicking in as I bring myself to speak.
"Hey Aizawa, can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"...Do you think there would be a possibility that you could help train me for the Sports Festival?"
There was a slight moment of silence, yet it felt longer.
"Why do you want me to train you?"
I scratch the back of my head. "I know for the fact that I suck when it comes to anything combat related, and on top of that, I still don't know the full extent of my quirk. I don't want to go into the festival blind and behind everyone, looking like a useless idiot. I acknowledge that I'm nowhere near where my classmates stand, and it sucks."
I look up to face him, making sure he's following along. He motions for me to continue.
"Looking back at the whole USJ incident, it made me see how behind I am and how important it is to know what you're doing in dangerous situations like that. I however, went in blind and was lucky enough to dodge the enemy. That in itself is already something completely new to me because back in my world, I had never experienced something like this. Thank god my friends were there, including All Might, because if they weren't, I most likely would not be sitting here right now."
I clench my fist in a ball, angry at myself for being so useless.
"I felt as though I was being a burden. They were so amazing, fighting and defending, yet I couldn't really do anything to support them as much as I would have liked to. It's no wonder they're in class 1-A. And that's what this all comes down too. The only reason I'm in this class is because you're watching over me, and because I nearly blew up Principal Nezu's office, which was in fact, completely accidental. I want to be able to show others that I do indeed belong in this class, and not because I'm some special case and "otherworldly being". I need to hurry and become stronger and learn to use my quirk. I want to support others as well as stand up for myself when the time comes...
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Fanfictiebasically you get transported... that's it... that's the story... enjoy! :::::::: I do not own My Hero Academia nor any of the characters. This is a work of fiction.