On the Run

A New Bond

A/N: I do not actually do martial arts so this is not accurate, but I watched videos and this is what I learned. Feel free to correct me!

"You have your lunches?" you asked, standing at the front entrance of Kya and Oliver's classroom.

They nodded.

"And you have your backpack tags?"

They turned around, showing off the colorfully decorated backpack tags tied to the handles of their bookbags (courtesy of Kya's creative genius and your bright ideas).

"Alright, bye Kya! Bye Ollie! I'll see you at 3:45!" You kissed their foreheads lovingly.

"Bye, Mama!" They waved. 

You walked back into the parking lot, climbing into your Mercedes-Benz. You lingered in the car, playing some music. You weren't ready to go back yet. Your earlier conversation with Midoriya was enough interaction for today.

You drove back home, pulling into the driveway. As soon as you got inside, you slinked to your room. You changed into a tank top and shorts, grabbing your phone and Bluetooth headphones.

You snuck down the stairs to the basement, still avoiding everyone. Luckily, the basement was empty, meaning either everyone was still asleep or decided to stay upstairs. You searched for a perfect playlist for your work/training, in hopes of drowning out everything else. 

Once you found it, you immediately got to work, stretching before going into squats. You continued, doing pushups and situps, practicing your jabs, punches, and kicks. You grabbed one of the staff from the wall, swinging with precision and accuracy. You were in the zone, so much so that you didn't notice Yaoyorozu watching you with wide eyes.

She saw the way you glided into each exercise, the way you smoothly executed each fight move. It seemed you were practicing a routine of some sort, with sharp punches, smooth kicks, and fancy twists. It was enthralling, and Yaoyorozu could not take her eyes off.

She'd come down to explore and utilize the in-door gym, hoping to exercise her quirk. But she hadn't expected you to have the same thought.  She was glad though. No one else would have the opportunity to see you in action, at least not fully.

Yaoyorozu sat on the mats, making sure not to disturb your practice. She was content to watch as you trained.

Meanwhile, you were still oblivious to your new audience. You were focused on the routine you developed, practicing each move correctly. It was therapeutic for you, helping you release pent-up aggression from the week.

Punch, kick, twist, kick, punch.

Punch, kick, twist, kick, punch.

Punch kick, twist—

You stopped, finally noticing Yaoyorozu's presence. She scrambled to her feet, apologizing.

"I apologize. You probably wanted to train by yourself," she said, bowing. 

You looked away, grabbing your phone to escape. "It's ok, I said you could use it." You were on your way out when she called out to you.

"Wait!"

You turned to her, waiting. 

Yaoyorozu gulped nervously. "Could you remain here? Maybe spar with me?"

You raised a brow. 

"I would like to learn the routine you practiced."

You sighed, shoulders slumping. It could be good practice.

"They're called kata," you walked towards her, removing your earphones. "It's a—"

"I know what they are," she interrupted. "It's a routine usually done alone, commonly used in martial arts."