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BAKUGOU headed back inside hours ago now, my only indication that much time has passed by from the moon moving closer to the horizon. the dark sky begins to brighten slightly and i know that this is my cue to head back inside as well.
i creep my way back inside, now fully more aware of how loud my footsteps are with bakugou's words echoing in my head.
as slowly as i possibly can, i open the door in hopes that it doesn't make any sounds that will alert the girls awake. luckily it seems to have worked as none have them have stirred since i reentered the quiet room. i tip toe over the same girls i did later in the night and nuzzle my way back under the blanket.
ashido stirs slightly as she turns her body towards me and curls her arms up against her chest and a small dribble of drool begins to fall from the corner of her mouth. i bring a hand to my lips in an attempt not to laugh and awake the peaceful girl.
THE BOY IS MINE, I CAN'T WAIT TO TRY HIM, L-LET'S GET INTERTW-
a loud groan coming from uraraka and the abrupt disruption of the song, begins a chain reaction of morning groans. i close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, and begin to follow the same motions everyone else was doing.
"good morning everyone," momo's voice slightly cracks as i turn to her. her long black hair is braided and a silky pink eye mask is pushed onto her forehead.
she does not look like she just woke up.
"quit being so loud and cheerful momo, it's too early for that." i look next to me to find uraraka with her short brown hair, extremely disheveled with sleep marks carved into her round cheeks and neck.
a small smile traces the corners of my lips as the girl begins to rub her eyes and slowly get up from under the blanket.
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the sun sits high in the sky as it beats down on us during our training. sweat slides down the base of my neck and uncomfortably beneath the dark t-shirt i'm wearing.
the sounds of loud explosions being set off behind me, make me curious enough to turn over my shoulder during the short rest aizawa sensei is allowing me from my bleeding nose. i find bakugou yelling angrily as he plummets his hands into boiling water, so hot i can see the steam from across the field, then throwing them upwards towards the sky and letting off a massive explosion.
i watch closely at his arm muscles that flex every time he throws them into the boiling water which is expanding his sweat glands in order to produce a larger output of his quirk.
"alright miyamoto, back to it." i quickly move my gaze from the boy behind me and towards the pro hero looming over me to find a paper towel in his open hand. with a smile i grab onto it, wipe any remaining blood that drips from my nose and give him a curt nod, standing up from my sitting position on the ground.
"miyamoto."
"yes sensei?"
"make sure that you are taking as many breaks as you possibly can without overheating," aizawa sensei adds. he may come off as intimidating but his words make me feel as if it's quite the opposite. "but also make sure that you are pushing yourself so that you grow stronger."
"thank you very much sensei." he gives me a wave behind his shoulder as he makes his way over to ida, yelling at him to go faster.
i glance over at the run down trail of dirt in the middle of the grass field, a path i created with the training aizawa suggested to me. i stretch my neck out side to side with a small cracks relieving my tense neck.
closing my eyes, i begin to concentrate the heat that flows through my body and move it towards my feet in the attempts to increase the output of heat in my feet. this can help to build my speed while also outputting a large amount of heat like i do with the beams of light from my hands.
without any more hesitation, i dig my burn proof boots deep into the dirt once i reach my near limit of heat output, take a deep breath and take off.
the world blurs away as yellow and white star dust floods my vision as i run back and forth, pushing myself to go faster. my legs begin to feel heavy like a weight is tied to them and weighs them down. i push through the muscle exhaustion and continue to pump my arms next to my body harder to help propel my body forward.
i need to get stronger.
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the exhaustion catches up with me as i lay with my back flush against the ground, trying my best to control my labored breath. my ears begin to ring slightly which is yet another sign of my overworking my quirk.
"miyamoto, are you overheating again?" midoriya's face pops above me with his brilliant green eyes wide with worry.
"i'm all good midoriya don't worry," i heave out but manage to give the boy a smile. i watch as his his brows come together and quickly rushes away, yelling for someone in the distance.
a minute later, midoriya comes back with todoroki who's looking down at me with a blank face.
the sudden chill of frost begins to cool over my body, todoroki who is now bent down next to me with a hand over me. i feel every muscle within me relax under the frost that begins to cool me down.
i let out a relieved sigh as i look back up at midoriya who's now looking down at me with a bright smile that i can't help but smile back at him.
a few minutes go by and i feel my body temperature regulate back to normal. i give todoroki a smile which all he does is return it with a nod and walks away.
"okay class, we're going to do one last thing before you can get dinner." aizawa sensei stated on the other side of the field. some of my fellow classmates groan in exhaustion and move towards our homeroom teacher.
i slowly begin to push myself off of the ground and feel my legs give out under me. as i attempt to turn my body around and catch myself, a hand catches my bicep and swiftly pull me upwards towards them.
vanilla and musk floods my senses as i turn to find bakugou gripping onto my arm. his body is so close to mine that i can feel the body heat he emits. my breath catches in my throat as i catch his burning gaze looking down at me. his angry features are soft as he stares at me with something i can't quite understand. something i've only seen in his eyes once before.
my insides knot together when i realize he's still holding onto my uncovered bicep. i pull away from him when i realize he's been holding onto my skin.
i did it again.
his face doesn't reveal any sort of pain and my brows furrow together as i look between his palm that he's still holding out in front of him and his face, searching for any sort of reaction.
he finally breaks his gaze from mine and looks down at his own hand, then looks back up at me.
"it doesn't hurt." my eyes widen at his words, not truly understanding what they mean. he doesn't say anything as he turns away from me and joins the rest of the class.
