Pain

Chapter Four

Credit goes to Lyntix, I think. I tweaked it a bit.

I woke from another nightmare and climbed up on the roof, without a book, but sketch pad. I sat and designed my hero suit. I had to turn it in today.

I kept drawing and erasing and reacting until I settled on something I liked. (Top picture)

I would request the fabric to be fire and water resistant. And a black mask that I could keep around my neck. I had to be prepared for any quirk I came across.

I tossed my book down and jumped after it.

"Morning, dad."

He smiled at me.

"I decided on a hero costume. Here." I tossed it at him.

He looked up at me with a disdainful look. "Really? Can't you wear a normal shirt?"

"You work with Nemuri. And I've gotta show off my six-pack!" I lifted my shirt, and he grumbled his assent.

"Fine, you'd better leave early so that you can drop it off and get to class on time."

"Ok, I need to go on a run anyway. I'll leave now and bring my uniform. If I get there super early, I'll go to the gym."

He nodded.

I went to my room and grabbed a pair of biker shorts, a sports bra, and a light jacket. I stuffed my uniform, books, and sketch into my backpack and walked into the kitchen to grab an apple for breakfast.

"Ok, leaving. Bye."

He eyed my outfit but just grunted. I grinned and left before he changed his mind.

I ran all the way to school, taking off the jacket halfway there.

I reached the gates and used my ID to get in. I went to the support class first to turn in my sketch.

"Hello? Is this where I turn my hero suit application in?"

"Yes. Do you have any specifications you'd like to add?"

"Yeah, just make the fabric resistant to as many things as possible and the bandages similar to Mr. Aizawa's but also resistant to as much as possible. Oh, and make sure the shirt has straps. I don't want it falling mid-fight."

"Will do. Have a good day."

"You too!"

Next, I made my way to the gym. I put my backpack in a cubby with my jacket and put my earbuds in, blasting heavy metal and rage inducing music.

I stretched first, taking thirty minutes out of the hour and a half I had before I needed to change. I was really into calisthenics, so I went through the motions, push-ups to failure, Plank to failure, Handstand to failure, pull-ups to failure. I had about fifteen minutes left, and I wanted to work on my hand-to-hand form, so I moved to the punching bag for ten minutes, kicking, punching, and correcting my form. I did a quick cool down stretch and headed to the showers.

Being the idiot I was, I forgot my clothes. I wrapped myself in a towel and crept back into the gym, hoping it was still empty.