𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[06]

Two of hearts

06

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Training with Endeavour was hellish. She would attend school during the day, her body aching and her legs feeling like jelly and after school, her father would drop her off at Enji's place. She was pushed beyond her limits, he made her work harder than she ever had before and she would always feel sick after training, her stomach churning as she could feel acid sting the back of her throat.

The training would go in cycles; week one focused on her physical strength and fighting ability. For example, Enji would make her bench press almost twice her body weight. He would be there to spot her if anything went wrong due to the amount of weight he was making her lift. Every time she raised the bar she could feel her arms burn and shake, she almost dropped the bar on her throat in the beginning, earning a scolding from Enji. Each day would switch, Monday being a light workout, Tuesday being a heavy workout and so on, she would also get two rest days a week. One on Wednesday and the other on Sunday.

Week two was always quirk training, and there was no way in hell she was allowed to slack off. She was caught taking a break when she was first starting and she had hell to pay, having to do a whole extra hour of training as a punishment. The weeks would alternate, One, Two, One, Two, and so on. Enji would first teach her how to master covering her arms in flames, exactly how she did when she first met him.

"I can't... I can't do anymore.." Y/n coughed and slumped against the cold wall of the training area in Endeavour's home. Her body felt weak, her legs felt like jelly and her arms fell limp by her sides. She could feel the lactic acid in her body eating away at her muscles despite her compression shirt.

Enji loomed over her, looking down on her with a harsh stare. His brow was furrowed and his lips were pressed into a straight line. "Yes, you can." He said, his tone cold. "Get up."

His words were demanding.

"I-  I can't move." Y/n managed to breathe out, feeling the air around struggling to enter her lungs due to her winded state. Enji scoffed, crossing his arms.

"You're weak."

His words cut deep, making Y/n frown in annoyance.

"I'm trying my best." She muttered, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Your best isn't good enough. Stand." Enji commanded.

Y/n slowly stood, holding onto the wall for support, her knees buckled slightly.

"You are weak-willed, you aren't serious about this."

"I am!" Y/n yelled out, shooting daggers into Enji with her eyes.

Enji glared back, taking a few steps back, and spread his arms. "Prove it."

Suddenly, all Y/n's frustration and anger came out at once. She threw herself at him, repeatedly attempting to land punches and kicks to Enji's face and body. Her new fighting abilities Endeavour had taught her were surfacing but she was still no match for him, he firmed and countered every attack, her punches were always caught and her legs were constantly being pushed away with every kick. He was her human crash dummy and he allowed her to use him as such, aiding in her development without her knowledge.

"You fight out of anger! You lack technique, you have no plan. How do you ever expect to land a punch when fighting so irrationally!" He yelled out, only fuelling the girl's insatiable anger.

Endeavour sent a blast of fire towards her. Her eyes became wide as she ducked to dodge the attack, she could feel the heat batter her cheek as it flew past her and she could smell the faint smell of singed hair as it missed her.