tw: fighting, character pain, vomit
"I'm gonna fucking... DIE!" Tommy activated his quirk and screamed towards an empty field.
When everyone got to the field after breakfast, Bad gave each of them something to train for the whole day.
And by the whole day... he meant it, literally.
Depending on what they're doing, they each have to do it until sunset. Some of the students were confident while others hated the work.
Off to his side, Wilbur sat in a lawn chair, bored. In his hands, he held a small notebook and a tiny pencil.
"AHHHHH-"
Wilbur held up his pointer finger and thumb and brought them together slowly. As he did this, Tommy's screaming came to a quiet whisper.
Tommy shot a glare which Wilbur replied with a playful smirk. "Sorry. I can't hear you." He held a hand up to his ear.
"Fuck you." Was all Wilbur could make out from the quiet chatter Tommy babbled. To this he smiled softly.
Off to their right, Drista and George were sitting at a wooden table. Bad had assigned them to do a staring contest with each other because both their quirks require them to use their eyes. By making them stare at each other for an extended period of time, it allows them to strengthen their quirks.
Both of their eyes stung but they were able to brush it off. Well, George's ego was mainly on the line.
After a while of sitting quietly, Drista spoke up. She picked at her fingers while staring at the boy. "You know... my brother has been talking about you nonstop. I think he has a crush on you." Her lips pulled up into a cunning smile.
"He's told me a few things too, actually. Like how he's the favorite child and you're not." George tried to brush off the thing she had said. Though, that comment will be buried deep in his head for a very long time.
The girl wasn't bothered. "I know, don't worry. I also know that Dream on Valentine's day wrote you a love letter, seven times. He threw them all away after the seventh one."
George stuttered, "W- well his quirk is a lot better than yours. All yours brings is terror. Kind of a villain quirk."
"You seem to really like my brother. I think he'd be happy to know that you talk about him a lot. One last thing..." She leaned forward to be face to face with him. George got a chill down his spine. "He has gay fantasies about you." The whispered words echoed in his head.
"What-" He said as he fell back in his chair. "Fuck-"
She gave a fake yawn, "I'm so tired. Get up. Let's go again."
George rolled his eyes and sat back up in his chair.
"Three. Two. One. Go!"
Over by the track, the first years Astelic, Purpled, Eighty, and Jack all were running around the track with their quirks activated. Bad told them that by overworking their quirks, they'll become stronger. Though, this was more painful than some of them expected. Or more one specific individual.
"I'm gonna fucking-" Purpled was interrupted a third year.
"Pick it up, Purp." Sapnap yelled from the side of the track, "If I catch you slacking off again, it's another hour!"
In response, Purpled held up a middle finger to the third year.
"Another two hours then. One for flipping me off and another for stealing the last cot." The third year rolled another ember between his fingers.
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FanfictionMCYTS (and others that are associated with them) live in a superhero society where having supernatural powers known as quirks became the norm. A new career known as heroes became a new job, but with heroes, there are villains. Most of the quirks a...
