The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 18.

"So, can you actually show me those moves you did during USJ then?"

I stood in the gym, dressed in my hero outfit, hoping my teacher would teach me some of those badass moves he pulled.

"First, combat training with your capture weapons. Then we'll move onto that." He said sternly, shutting me down rather fast.

"Ugh, fine." I complained.

The U.A. Sports Festival was rapidly approaching, and I needed to get prepared. Aizawa had already shown me a few recordings from previous years, my jaw on the floor the whole time. He assured me it was possible for me to do this; I just needed the right training.

"Okay. I'm going to kick you and attack you a few times. Use your yoyo to stop me in some way. Ready?"

"Huh?! How?" I exclaimed, clearly not ready.

"I want you to figure that out for yourself."

"Okay." I started to understand. I needed my own style; not to copy his.

"Ready now?"

I nodded, getting into position. He sent his right leg flying towards my side; instinctively, I dodged.

"Shit, sorry. Go again." I shook it off and got ready. He nodded and kicked again, this time I wrapped my yoyo around his ankle, pulled him up off his feet, and booted him in the back. He flew at the ground, hitting it with a loud 'thump' and a groan of pain. I'd definitely gotten more powerful. He quickly got back up and in a fighting stance.

"Good. Again."

I did the same again, this time on his left leg. All of a sudden, he threw a punch at me. I wrapped the weapon around his wrist, turned around, and threw him at the ground over my shoulder. This went on for a good while, until I had gotten good at it.

"Alright. Now, I haven't used this with you yet." He sounded a bit strained; maybe I was hitting too hard. But, he couldn't show this pain in front of me.

He pulled out his scarf, causing it to fly around him. I grinned, ready for the challenge. Running at me, he sent out his scarf. I dodged it and sent my own weapon at him, just barely missing. We came together and started to fight properly, utilising everything I'd learnt up to that point.

I attached my yoyo around his waist, and pulled him to the floor. The force of the throw sent me down too. Right on top of him. I straddled him, my arms holding me up off the floor on both sides of his face.

"Gotcha." I smiled, thinking I'd won. Until he started blushing and looking away from me. Bastard. His own shyness caused me to become awkward too, making me lose my focus for a second. He immediately rolled me over and got on top instead, now straddling me. Didn't help that I was breathing very hard, after all that fighting. Be real awkward if someone walked in at that moment.

"Don't let your guard down. Not-not even for a second." He stammered, still looking away. His long black hair fell near my face, whilst his arms kept me held down.

Obviously, he won, since there was no way I could get out of that situation. I had a damn lot to learn. He promptly got up, helping me up too.

"You're doing very well. You almost had me at a few points." He praised me, despite my epic loss. He rubbed his back, probably in pain from where I'd kicked so much. I stood hunched over opposite him, just trying to catch my fucking breath.

"Y-yeah... thanks..." I panted.

"Your stamina will improve over time. So, take all the time you need to catch your breath. In the meantime, I'd like to introduce you to your opponent for today."