𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 ⌈𝐈⌔𝐌 ✗ 𝔽!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⌋

Chapter 090

CHAPTER 90: Scarred Yet Strong

The late afternoon sun scorched the training grounds of Endeavor’s agency, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete as heat shimmered in the air. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Izuku, Shoto, and Katsuki, your bodies tense and breath heavy from the relentless drills. Sweat clung to your skin, but you held your ground, your focus unwavering.

“Keep up the pace,” Endeavor’s voice rang out—stern, thunderous, unrelenting. “Drills mean nothing without consistency.”
His sharp gaze cut across each of you like a blade, reading every twitch of muscle, every falter in movement. Nothing escaped his notice.

You nodded once, sharply, then raised your hand. A dome of water surged upward, glinting in the harsh light. It shimmered as it held firm, trembling only slightly beneath the weight of your concentration. This wasn’t about creating water anymore. It was about discipline. Precision. Commanding every molecule as flames bore down on you with punishing intensity.

To your left, Izuku’s expression was taut with focus. Green lightning sparked across his limbs as he darted forward and back, channeling One For All through precise bursts. Each step, each pivot, was intentional—his control teetering at the edge of instinct and strategy. The glow of his power wrapped around him like armor, flickering with each surge of effort.

Shoto stood steady on your right, radiating quiet intensity. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as his left side ignited with restrained fire while his right arm blossomed with a veil of frost. The two extremes pulsed in harmony, hot and cold dancing in tandem. He moved with deliberate grace—measured, calm, but undeniably powerful.

And Katsuki—Katsuki was a storm. Explosions cracked from his palms in tight, vicious bursts. His expression was one of raw challenge, like he was daring the heat to try and touch him. The air around him crackled with kinetic fury, each blast sending him lunging with a wild precision that came from relentless self-mastery.

Finally, Endeavor raised his hand.

“Break.”

All four of you exhaled at once, your bodies loosening as the tension ebbed. You flexed your sore fingers and rolled your shoulders, the ache in your limbs a reminder of how far you’d pushed.

Katsuki let out a low breath and smirked your way. “Tch. Still standing, huh? I figured the water princess would’ve melted by now.”

You turned to him with a crooked grin, brushing damp strands of hair from your face.
“Keep dreaming, Blasty McTry-Hard. I’ve got enough ice in me to cool your ego.”

He scoffed, half-laughing despite himself.

Izuku chuckled under his breath, rubbing his arm as he looked between the two of you. “At least we’re all still vertical. That’s gotta count for something.”

Shoto, ever the quiet observer, gave a faint nod. His eyes were distant, thoughtful. “His training doesn’t leave room for comfort,” he murmured. “But it exposes the cracks we ignore. That’s the point.”

You glanced at each of them, then up toward the sky—now glowing amber with the sun’s descent.

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As the sun dipped low behind the buildings, casting long shadows across the training grounds, Endeavor finally stepped back. The harsh edge to his voice softened, just slightly.

“Dinner,” he said, eyes scanning the four of you. “Come with me. Fuyumi’s been asking to meet you.”

The offer landed like a stone in still water.