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### Evening Training and Strategy
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across Y/N's apartment. Inside, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of desk lamps and the bright screen of a laptop. The walls were plastered with notes, maps, and images of their classmates, all linked together with red string. It resembled a detective's workspace more than a living room.
Y/N was hunched over their desk, focused intently on the files provided by their handler. Each file contained detailed information about their classmates' quirks and fighting styles. A large mug of coffee sat beside them, long forgotten and growing cold.
"Alright," Y/N said aloud, flipping through a folder marked "Bakugo." "Explosive personality, explosive quirk. He's basically a walking dynamo. Note to self: Avoid friendly fire."
They scribbled a few notes in their notepad before moving on to the next file. "Todoroki... half-hot, half-cold. Quite literally. He's got ice and fire at his disposal. Might need to cool off his confidence and heat up my strategies."
As the evening progressed, Y/N's apartment turned into a training ground. They had set up various training equipment: weights, agility drills, and combat dummies. Every inch of space was utilized for practicing their moves. The small living area was transformed into a makeshift gym, complete with a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and mats laid out on the floor.
Y/N started their workout routine, focusing on improving their physical strength and agility. They punched the bag with precision, their movements sharp and deliberate. Sweat dripped down their forehead as they continued their routine, pushing themselves to the limit.
"Come on, Merc," Y/N muttered between breaths. "You've got to be in top shape for the festival. Can't let those flashy quirks overshadow you."
They transitioned into agility drills, sprinting from one end of the room to the other, weaving through cones set up in a tight pattern. Their movements were quick and nimble, their focus unwavering.
As midnight approached, Y/N took a break, collapsing onto the floor beside the training mat. They pulled out their phone and checked a group chat that had been buzzing with activity. Class 1-A's group chat was filled with excited messages about the upcoming Sports Festival.
**Uraraka:** "I'm so nervous! How's everyone preparing?"
**Kirishima:** "Just finished my workout! Let's show them what we've got!"
**Momo:** "Don't forget to hydrate! And remember, we're all in this together!"
Y/N grinned, typing out a quick reply. **Y/N:** "I'm ready to rock and roll! Just making sure my skills are as sharp as my wit."
They set their phone aside and picked up a folder labeled "Strategy." The folder contained detailed plans and counter-strategies for each of their classmates. Y/N poured over the information, crafting tactical responses to each quirk and fighting style.
"Okay, Midoriya's got that powerful smash. Gotta keep my distance and watch out for those surprise hits. Iida's super speed is a challenge, but not impossible to manage. And let's not forget Todoroki's dual elements. Time to figure out how to handle fire and ice."
Y/N made notes on potential strategies, considering various scenarios that might arise during the festival. They practiced moves and techniques in front of a mirror, ensuring their form was perfect and their reflexes were sharp.
As the hours ticked by, Y/N's focus never wavered. They continued training, shifting between physical exercises and mental strategy, determined to be as prepared as possible. The room was filled with the rhythmic thud of punches and the soft hum of the heater as they practiced their moves.
At around 3 AM, Y/N took a moment to reflect on their progress. They sat down on the floor, breathing heavily, and looked around at the cluttered room.
"This Sports Festival is going to be a blast," Y/N said to themselves, a confident smile playing on their lips. "And not just because of Bakugo. Time to show everyone what the Merc with a Mouth can do."
They glanced at the clock and decided it was time to call it a night. They rolled up their notes, tucked away their files, and stored the training equipment with a sense of satisfaction. Their apartment, now a mix of chaos and order, felt like a testament to their dedication.
Before heading to bed, Y/N glanced at the posters of their favorite heroes and antiheroes that adorned the walls. They couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The Sports Festival was not just another event—it was a chance to demonstrate their skills and make a mark.
"Tomorrow's another day," Y/N said with a determined nod. "Let's make it count."
With that thought in mind, they slipped into bed, the weight of the day's training giving way to the excitement of what lay ahead. As they drifted off to sleep, their dreams were filled with visions of the Sports Festival, their mind racing with strategies and possibilities.
