The sound of the punching bag makes a continuous thump as Midorya hits it. Midorya circles and pretends to dodge the bag as he continuesly hits it with haymakers and jabs. But in a sudden motion, Midorya punches a hole in the bag, causing sand to mildly spit out of it. This wasn't new to Izuku as this is the same bag he's used ever since he started boxing.
"Goddamn it."
Midorya says as he pulls off his gloves
"What happened?"
A man says as he walks up to him
"Knocked a hole in the bag again. Sorry, George."
Midorya says
"Just run some tape on it.your acting like this is new boy."
The man named George says as he rubs his dark grey mustache
Like Midoryas original trainer Ray, George is an old black man who was also a boxer in the past. The two friends Ray and George opened up the small boxing gym that Midorya finds to be his second home with George and Ray acting as his father figures or grandpa's
"You split that bag, and you pay for it."
George says as Midorya tapes the hole in the bag
"You know I'm good for it."
"Ray knew that. I never said I did."
George says jokingly
Midorya finally fixes the bag and walks with George to sit down for a break
"So, how's it going, kid?"
George asks, giving Midorya a water
"Boring. But I met an old friend the other day. I'm talking real old."
"Old as in... the U.A. old?"
"Yep."
Midorya says with a sigh
"Well, who is it?"
George asks
"Girl named Kyoka Jirou. Class 1-A... long ass time ago."
"Fond memories?"
"I remember the time she slapped me while I was packing my bags."
Midorya says with a smirk
"Well, what's your concern?"
George asks
"We've kinda gotten real fond of each other. I... I just don't know how to feel George. I really don't. One minute, I'm joking around with her like I would do my guy friends next minute she's laying her head on my shoulder."
Midorya says distressed
"Try following your heart?"
"I was never good with emotions. But after everything. I feel like my heart shrank in size."
George looks at Midorya
"Quit that negativity. God's just thrown a challenge your way, and you're barely solving it. Maybe this Jirou girl will help you see some light instead of shutting yourself out."
Midorya looks at the ground
"I know it's been hard. But that's no reason to change your heart."
"You're right."
"I know. Now, do 20 laps around the gym."
Midorya face palms before getting up and running
Midorya begins thinking more and more but struggles to come up with answers as he briskly jogs around the gym. No answers would come, but one main point would remain. The purple haired beauty that is Kyoka Jirou. Although he wouldn't flat out admit it. She was just as pretty as she was in U.A.
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FanficU.A Dropout Izuku Midorya pursues a passion in the contact sport boxing. Not everything's sunshine and rainbows, however, as at this moment. He is but alone and facing criticism.
