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WEEKS have gone by since that night bakugou and i last spoke.
sometimes though, i'd catch his side glances while eating lunch with momo and mina. it all ends the same, with a smile from me and a cold shoulder from him.
jab jab!
the sleepless nights have gotten worse, the nights when i was able to sleep for a couple of hours long in the past. now they're only filled with nightmares every time i close my eyes. the whispers overtake every moment of peace to fill it with their stories.
hit! hit!
i haven't been able to visit junko and futo as often as i want to. with junko working nonstop and futo busy with work at his new part-time job in the city, none of our times have aligned to see each other.
hit! dodge hit!
the provisional hero license exam went relatively smoothly, something i had been anxious about for the weeks leading up to it.
i was able to train with midoriya quite a lot, all might giving me tips along the way with improving the output of my quirk in certain areas, and eiji who i apologized thoroughly to after going overboard with my heat output.
kick! jab jab!
i held myself back from celebrating bakugou when he developed his new ap shot attack.
jab jab!
i held myself back from trying to uplift him when he failed the provisional hero license exam.
JAB KICK KICK!
i held myself back from reaching for him.
KICK! PUNCH!
CRASH!
i stumble backwards from the punching bag which is now laying flat on the ground a couple of feet from where it once hung. the stinging of sweat drips onto my eyes as i become aware of where i am.
i wipe and rub away the stinging from my eyes with a rag from my shoulders as my chest heaves. i move to grab the bag but my knees buckle from under me and a thud echoes throughout the empty gym.
as i sit there, the pain of pushing my body to its limit catches up with me.
i've found solace in distractions, specifically working out and practicing combat with my quirk.
i need to get stronger.
that need pushing me to climb out of bed where i lay staring at the ceiling for hours on end until i know everyone in the dorms are asleep so i'm able to leave without questioning.
i check the clock on the wall, the red numbers illuminating '6:28'.
5 hours isn't too bad.
my heavy breathing finally slowed and i gain every ounce of strength i have left in me to push myself from the ground and onto my feet. i slowly make my way over to the large red punching bag and lift it with ease back into it's silver clip.
