Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

22: The Test of Courage

Scratch your earlier plans–now you were really going to sue your teacher.

The man had somehow managed to wake you up even earlier than the previous day, with the declaration that training was going to start immediately after breakfast and go until dinner. Despite your own grumbling that this type of treatment could not possibly be legal, you scarfed down a delicious meal and made your way out to the back of the building with the rest of your classmates–most of whom looked equally if not more tired than you felt.

"This is torture," Mina groaned, her hair wild and sticking straight up on one side. You smoothed it down for her and she leaned into your touch, resting her head on your shoulder.

Kaminari stretched his arms up and yawned. When he stopped, his mouth faded into a frown. "Hey... how come you get to lean on (L/n)'s shoulder? What about me, huh?"

Mina wrapped her arms around you sleepily. "Don't be jealous that I'm her favorite. She doesn't want some stinky boy leaning on her, anyway."

The blond boy looked deeply offended, but before he could retort, Aizawa shuffled out of the building and held up his hand for everyone to quiet down. "Today you're all going to be pushing your quirks to their limits," he said. "Everyone will be working independently–except for a few of you–and I'm expecting to see you all make some sort of progress. As a reward for doing so, both you and class 1-B will be participating in a test of courage tonight."

Mina perked up at that. "Ooh, a test of courage? Don't worry, (Y/n), I'll keep you safe."

You snorted. "My hero."

"Bakugou," Aizawa said, calling him up to the front. "Remember your score on the softball throw back on the first day of school?"

"705.2 meters," Bakugou boasted, puffing out his chest.

Yeah, .1 meters less than your arch-rival Midoriya, you stifled a laugh, not wanting your face to get blown off.

Aizawa pulled out a softball from his pocket and handed it to the blond. "Try it again."

Bakugou did just that, launching the ball into the air with a massive explosion. It was just as impressive as the first time–almost literally. When Aizawa held up his device to show how far the softball had gone, it shockingly read 709.6 meters.

"His score barely changed," Midoriya muttered, putting his hand to his chin. "How...?"

Aizawa ran a hand through his hair. "All this time, you've each been growing stronger. But you've neglected to increase your quirks themselves. When I said you'd be pushing yourselves to your limits today, I meant it. Today is the start of your true training: making your quirks as powerful as possible."

Bakugou, although momentarily stunned at his lack of improvement, began to grin. Everyone, in fact, seemed quite interested in what the training camp had to offer.

Makes sense, you thought. Everyone loves their quirk, right? It's only natural that they want to bring it to their fullest potential. I guess... I guess I do too! I need to stop thinking of my quirk like I did back when I was younger. It's time to show everyone what I can really do!

Your fired-up state only lasted for about twenty minutes, after which you realized that Mina had been correct in her earlier statement about this all being some grand plan for Aizawa to torture you all. Your training section was off in an open clearing a few hundred feet away from the house and your only instruction was: summon Pokemon.

It was easy. At first.

Deciding to start off small, you brought out Glaceon. Then Pikachu, Squirtle, Meowth, Clefairy. All of the smaller Pokemon who enjoyed your company outside of battle and therefore put less of a strain on your energy. You were still feeling pretty tired after a constant rotation of taking them out of your inventory and putting them back in, and then taking them out again, but you somehow weren't feeling as awful as you thought you would.