Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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The punch sent Lenora to the ground with a grunt.
"Stand, I'm not done."
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up, "Don't worry, I'm not ready to give up just now."
Katsuki was back in the stance, his forearms high near his face, "C'mon, weak ass."
Lenora cracked her neck and ran to her opponent, aiming for a right swing. The boy was ready to block her attack and failed to notice the low left fist that was about to collide with his stomach. He was hit hard but it wasn't enough to pin him down; Lenora knew it too well, grabbing his bent shoulder to push him down, raising her knee to kick him in the face. Bakugou stumbled back this time, his head fuzzy.
"What about this?", she panted, feeling the tiredness hits.
He was tired too but would've never admitted it, "It didn't completely suck."
A whole week passed and they had another one above them before the Sports Festival; Lenora and Katsuki had trained almost every morning before school, much to Len's displace, and also some afternoons when she wasn't busy with Izuku or her other friends. They spent most of the time together kicking and punching each other, giving sporadic comments here and there, suggesting improvements, and occasionally insulting the rival. So, no deep conversation nor else was exchanged in those days, just pure train.
"Hey, you're bleeding!"
Lenora ran to her bag, feeling her muscles screaming in pain, scanning in it for some tissues. Katsuki didn't realize he was injured until she pointed it out so he was surprised when he touched his nose and his fingers were covered in red.
"Here, let me help", Lenora went to him, pushing the tissues around his nose, gently keeping them still.
Katsuki tried to push her away, "I don't need help!"
Lenora maintained her position, pressing herself more on the boy, "I broke my nose a total amount of four times in fifteen years, I know better than you what to do!"
He didn't want to listen to her, "It's not broken!"
"You don't know!"
Grabbing her wrists, he moved her out of his face, "I said stop, witch."
Len shut her mouth, sighing, "One day you'll understand that asking for help doesn't mean you're weak. It means you don't want to give up."
She freed her hands, shoving the tissues on Katsuki's chest, walking back to her bag, not caring further about the situation. She was pissed. Middle of May, the anniversary of her family's destruction and to ruin even more her mood that morning Tadashi wasn't feeling well, and she was woke up by Mariko telling her that they were heading to the hospital for a check, so she was worried since then. Plus, the math class was a disaster and she also spilled half of her cranberry juice on her shirt during lunch; she didn't need also Bakugou Katsuki's attitude right now.
