Hero name: Soukoku

8

"Hey, sensei?" Aizawa turned his head, looking down at the bandaged teen. Those chocolate brown eyes stared straight through him, unsettling as always. "Yes, Dazai?" The student blinked a few times before clearing his throat with a sigh, something weighing on his mind. He was quiet for a few moments before he finally began to speak. "Our powers are similar, right? Do you think you can train me for the festival?" Aizawa wasn't in the best condition to train someone, especially since he couldn't move his hands and could hardly see...but Dazai was a quick learner and was in bandages himself, so he supposed it would be okay to teach him. Plus, he wants to get to know Dazai better to help his own self conscious. Is it selfish? Yes. Will it make him feel better if all of his suspicions are answered? Yes.

  "I suppose I can if you don't mind getting serious." Dazai nodded his head with a smile. Aizawa felt like that smile was fake, he's seen the way Dazai smiled at Chuuya and it was far different from the one he's given now...but maybe he feels differently about Chuuya than he does other people. "Alright, then change into your gym uniform and meet me on the field in twenty minutes." Dazai nodded and walked towards the changing room, his posture relaxed, like he had expected Aizawa would say yes. 'Maybe I'm reading too much into him' Aizawa thought with a sigh as he left for the field.

Twenty-five minutes passed and Dazai arrived at the field, standing in front of Aizawa. "You're late," he commented, eyeing the younger. "I know, but I wasn't that late, Aizawa sensei," Dazai responded with a Cheshire smile. Aizawa sighed, shaking his head as he stepped back. He was going to grow grey hairs from this class, especially from Midoriya and this problem child. "Start with stretches, we'll go from there." Dazai hummed, putting his arm over his elbow, and stretching before doing the same to his other arm. Aizawa watched the student, making sure he stretched thoroughly. "Alright, I'm ready!" Dazai said as he got back into standing position, looking straight at Aizawa.

"Before we continue, why didn't you train with Nakahara? He is quite capable," Dazai needed to get closer to the teacher so he could be one of the chosen for the meeting. The closer he was to the man, the easier it would be for the man to choose him. Of course, he couldn't say that so instead he cleared his throat. "That dog is brutal when it comes to training, he won't go easy on me. You won't go easy on me either but you won't call me a moron if I fail," Dazai says with a dramatic sigh, his posture relaxed. Aizawa stared at the teen for a moment before nodding with a sigh. "I suppose that makes sense, alright then. Put your right foot behind your left," Dazai did as he was told, staring straight up at Aizawa.

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Chuuya lifted himself before going back down, sweat dripping down his skin as he continued to count. "602...603..." his voice was firm, unwavering despite the physical labor. "Nakahara sensei..." Ryūnosuke began from where he was seated on Chuuya's back. "Does this help with training? I don't understand it...Dazai sensei doesn't train this way.." the younger teen questioned with a frown, making Chuuya roll his eyes at the mention of his other half. "That's because that stupid bastard is as strong as a stick. If you continue to train your body how he does then you won't get stronger physically. Which makes it harder for you to withstand attacks and deal attacks, especially if your ability is being canceled in any way, like ability cuffs." Akutagawa nodded numbly as he thought about Chuuya's words.

It made sense, and Chuuya was always good about it when it came to physical strength. Plus, more than one mentor would make him better at things since it'll come from different perspectives. Then, Dazai will be proud of him, or so he hoped at least. "I see.." Chuuya hummed and continued to count his pushups. "Don't worry too much, I'll make sure you get the proper physical training, even if I don't understand why you look up to that bastard.." he says with a sigh, barely breaking a sweat. "Nakahara-san?" The ginger turned towards the voice, making eye contact with a purple-haired teacher.