Made to Destroy | BNHA x OP!Reader

[13] Stay Out of Trouble

It's a day just like any other. The sun is slowly creeping up into the sky, the early morning air tastes crisp and sweet, and the roads are still pleasantly quiet.

Today, too, you're being beat up by your dad.

"Come on, [Name]," Aizawa chuckles. He throws more of his cloths your way, and you just narrowly manage to avoid them before your foot gets snagged. "Is it just me, or are you slowing down?"

You furrow your brows. To be more precise, you aren't actually being beat up by your dad, but the difference in strength is so staggering that you may as well be.

For the past few years, Aizawa has taken it upon himself to train you in the art of hand-to-hand combat. Your Quirk allows you to regenerate, which is an incredibly useful ability, especially if you ever find yourself in trouble, but you need to have the fighting prowess to match your defensive capabilities.

So, training. You agreed to this long ago, ever since you made up your mind about becoming a hero. Of course, you were just an innocent little kid back then, who clearly didn't know any better. Now that you're twelve—practically an adult (in your mind, at least)—you've come to understand just how tall of an order it is to keep up with someone like Aizawa.

Put simply, your dad is a badass. You always knew he was, of course, but it's different when you're actually facing off against him all by yourself.

Still. No matter how rigorous his training sessions may be, and no matter how exhausted you feel after the fact, you don't regret your decision even the slightest bit.

In order to become a hero, you'll do whatever it takes.

"You're imagining it," you say, flashing him a lopsided grin. "I think your eyes are drying out again, dad. Do you need me to buy you more eye drops?"

Before he can respond, you kick off the ground and lunge towards him. His reflexes are incredibly sharp, but yours are no joke either. It's just those damn cloths of his. Not only is he an expert at using them, but the material is incredibly sturdy, and once you're caught, you have little hope of breaking free.

Aizawa tries to bind you, but you're fast enough to avoid him yet again. Unfortunately, his attacks don't stop there, and as usual, it turns out that he's been going easy on you.

You let out a rather pitiful attempt at a battle cry, gambling everything you've got left on one final, reckless kick, but it ends pretty much as expected—with your body tied up against the trunk of a nearby tree.

"Shit," you curse. "I really thought I might be able to land a hit today."

Aizawa crosses his arms and frowns. "Where did you learn to talk like that? Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap?"

"It's Katsuki's fault," you say, eager to shift the blame. "He swears all the time, and I think it's rubbed off on me."

"Him again," Aizawa sighs. He shakes his head, then bends down to untie you. "Well, it was a good attempt. You're fast and pretty good at reading my movements, but at the end of the day, you're just a kid. I'm not so out of touch that I'd lose to you yet."

"But shouldn't I have at least been able to land a hit by now?" you whine.

"Of course not. If you had, it would've been because I let you hit me on purpose. But I'm not letting my guard down, so that you get a real challenge. It's the only way you'll learn." He pauses for a moment, gathers his cloths back up, then smiles. "You're only twelve, [Name]. Already, you've probably had way more training than any of your peers. Just because you haven't managed to hit me yet doesn't mean you're not strong. Don't doubt yourself."