Extreme Collision

Some Day

Hey there, everyone. Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry, I don't have a regular schedule for my solo stories. Sometimes, I struggle with motivation. I have been working on this one for a while, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Not sure who the artist is, but I love this picture.

Happy Reading (:

Aizawa walked around the practice track and watched his team run it like they owned it. "Good work, everyone. Keep it up," he said into his headset, which connected him to his team. One by one, they gave him a thumbs-up as they passed him.

When the last team member passed him with a thumbs-up, he turned his attention to his iPad. This is where he keeps all his notes for practice and training plans, information on his team members, and other essential things.

"Excuse me, Aizawa, do you have a minute?" A loud voice came so it could be heard over the hum of engines as the bikes flew past them. Dark eyes snapped up to see two men. They both held out their hands for the team manager to shake. "Rick Turner and Bill Hicks from the racing commission."

Raven eyes took in the men in front of him. They are both tall, but Turner was a few inches taller than his partner, with light brown hair and a firm grip. Rick was bald, had wide hands, and a slightly loose grip. "For no, just you."

Aizawa nodded his head in understanding. "Yes, I was told to expect you, but not when." He said flatly as he took turns shaking their hands. "What can I do for you, gentleman?"

"We just have a few questions we would like to ask," Turner stated.

After shaking their hands, he asked, not even pretending to be interested, "Me or my kids?"

Turning his eyes back to the track, he said, "Practice isn't over for another thirty minutes. You'll have to wait." He was not cutting practice short, not even for the investigators. The two men eyed each other before turning their attention back to him. "Alright, we'll just watch for now," Hicks said as the two turned and headed to the stands.

Aizawa turned his attention back to the track now as each member of his team came flying around each turn and made every jump with perfect precision. The team manager smiled as he watched a very familiar bike make the last turn. Izuku was making new friends and finding his place on his new team. The fact that Kyle was in town, made him uneasy, but after the way Katsuki handled everything at the dinner party, he felt that the blond wouldn't let anything happen to his son.

Aizawa's eyes took in every turn, jump, landing, break, and acceleration each member of his team made. Another twenty minutes went by before they heard him through their headsets. "Alright, everyone. Five laps to go. Then bring it in."

The dark-haired man waited patiently as each rider took the last few laps and started heading to their designated spot for track reviews. The first three riders stopped in front of him, taking off their helmets. Katsuki, Izuku, and Kirishima smiled at him from the back of their bikes. Next, Denki, Jiro, Mina, and Sero pulled off their helmets and looked at him as well.

As he looked over each of their faces, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear him. "That was a damn near perfect practice." The teens let out a cheer as they all lifted their helmets into the air but were silenced when he raised his right hand to his face, placing two fingers in his mouth as a sharp whistle stung their ears. "I said damn near. Now, with that said, Jiro, you still need to work on your landings."