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Y/N POV
So right now, I'm gonna die. I'm in so much pain, but it's fine. I'll manage some how. All of us are training to develop our quirks.
For example. Bakugou has to dip his hands in boiling hot water so he can make his explosions bigger. Todoroki is in a tub of water and is trying to control his ice and fire. Sero has to shoot out his tape constantly.
Meanwhile, I was forced to stay in the air with my wings. Since I have most problems with my wings and not my lazers, I had to fly around the training site until Dad told me to stop. I've been flying for about 30 minutes now. My wings are cramping, and I just wanna get on the ground.
"Dad," I lowered myself to him but stayed in the air. "Can I come down now?"
"No," he said plainly. "Once you reach an hour. 30 more minutes."
"But you said I'll be able to come down after 15 minutes!" I whined. "Then you changed it to 30, and now a whole hour?!"
He looked up and glared at me and I gulped. "'Ight then, I'll leave."
I flew over and above Mina and Jirou. "Hey, y'all."
"Hey," they both waved tiredly. Jirou was making her earjacks stronger by hitting them repeatedly on the stone. Mina was letting her acid melt the stone.
"Bro, I can literally see the veins bulging out of your wings," Jirou gasped.
"Does it hurt?" Mina asked.
"Girl, I've been flying for 35 minutes without stopping so, yes, it hurts," I pouted. I stayed there, watching them as the trained. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my right wing so I yelped and fell down.
"Oh, crap! Y/N, are you okay?!" Mina and Jirou rushed over to me, worried.
"Uh huh," I weakly replied. I then heard footsteps coming towards us.
"Why are you girls not working?" Dad asked eating a bag of chips. My chips.
"Sorry, sir!" Mina and Jirou said before turning around and working again. Dad walked towards me, who was still lying on the ground in pain.
"And what are you doing? Shouldn't you be training?"
"I fell," I replied and eyed my bag of chips. "What're doing with my chips?"
"Yours?" He cocked a brow. "Who bought them?"
"I did!"
"Who gave you the money?"
"...you did."
"Exactly my point," he crunched a chip in my face. I groaned and he started to walk away. "You have five minutes."
