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Am I sick?

Why is my face red?

"You okay?" Bakugo asks.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be!" I squirm around.

Okay seriously. I need to calm down.

"Here." I give Bakugo my sword.

"You have to be careful or my sword smith  will truly kill me!" I plead.

"Ok ok, calm down." Bakugo grabs the katana.

"Do this stance while holding the katana." I show him.

"What." He says with a confused face which makes me giggle.

"Let me help." I say as I walk towards him.

"First, fix your back. It has to be a little bent but posture has to be good so you can breath." I correct.

"I'm breathing, what's the difference?" Bakugo stupidly asks.

"Total Concentration breathing." I say hoping he knows what it means.

"Nerd, your going to have to elaborate more." He annoyingly says.

I sigh, "It's inhaling the maximum amount of air and exhaling in a pattern to maximize his physical and mental abilities in fights against demons."

"And you can do that shit?" Bakugo asks.

"Yup! I even have my own breathing style my grandfather taught me!" I smile.

"What's a breathing style?" He asks still in the stupid pose we have to do while holding our sword.

"Mines called Celestial breathing. All the Hashira's have different styles though. It's the thing you saw me use while killing that demon." I explain.

"Oh, now I know." He adds.

"Mhm! Now fix your posture." I beg.

AFTER TRAINING WITH BAKUGO

"Now, tomorrow you have to teach me how to fight, okay?" I ask.

"You don't know how to fight?" Bakugo asks.

"Of course I do but I want to fight you." I wink.

"Just shut up already." Bakugo rolls his eyes.

"Goodnight!" I happily say.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)." Bakugo walks into his room.

NEXT DAY

I get ready like any ordinary day into my U.A. uniform which was actually quite cute.

After I finish getting ready I skip out of my room to see Bakugo also walking out of my room.

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