thats what training means. everyone has trained at least once in their life for a various of reasons.
"for my sports team."
"for better emotional management during games."
"to become smarter."
Ayuna Hinami trains to be the strongest she possibly can. she would refuse to use her quirk so strength was the only thing she could protect herself with.
"training is torture." she would tell you, muttering with a strain in her eyes.
it wasnt her favorite thing but because of the pain she put herself through, she was strong.
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"have a nice day, mother." Hinami shouted out, hoping for a response but deflated when she got silence in return.
she began her walk to the train station, holding onto the handles of her bookbag. the bright, warm weather and sun was enough to bring a soft smile to Hinamis face.
until her peace was ruined by a very harsh tough to the back strap of her bookbag. it pulled her arms back as she stumbled over her feet. "ack!" she coughed slightly by the sudden feeling as she looked up at the shadow that loomed over her.
"hey, vampire nerd, whats the thing with your stupid quirk?" it was Bakugou who was now glaring daggers at her.
"huh?" she blinked, still trying to recover from the scare. "my quirk is blood manipulation."
Bakugou wasnt pleased with the answer but became angry as Hinami walked around him and continued her way to the train.
"hey! dont walk away from me, you stupid oversized mosquito!" he shouted, catching up with her and tugging on her bag again.
