"you can't, you can't, you can't " izuku has heard that every single day from everyone, from his classmates, to his former friend, to his teachers, from even his own mother. but all of them are gonna learn something, the definition of the human spir...
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And I'm so happy that the 3 stories that are not on hold are getting an extra chapter today. If you're wondering what happened to my switch-Oled or my plans on a PS5? The switch is sold to the pawn shop. After seeing what they're doing with the Switch 2 with the keycard bullshit, the buying the console but you don't own the console you have a license for it, yeah. No. I'm not spending over 500 bucks for a license and anyone who does is a sucker. Also the price of those games, they have to be smoking Crack, thinking 80 dollars plus tax for games is a reasonable price for games. As for the Playstation 5? Eh. They are exclusive and don't attract me more than the indie games available on Steam.
A few days later
*izuku had to make a decision. The longer he waits, the less time he'll have to train if he chooses to accept Rumi's offer. We see him right now just punching a sandbag in the UA 3rd year gym, using it to punch and put his frustrations. He didn't notice how people were staring at him since he was going 100% on the bag, enough that everyone could hear it, everywhere in the gym. He ignored the look Shinsou who was holding the bag was giving him, as he was punching the bag faster and faster, izuku was completely in the zone. That is until someone touched his shoulder, making Izuku grunt and give one last punch to the bag, with enough force to make Shinsou slip to the ground while the bag swung so hard it hit the ceiling. Izuku was pulled out of the way as the 300-pound bag moved side to side from the momentum of the punch. Izuku was breathing heavily as he pushed the hand on his shoulder away from him and looked at who interrupted him.*
Mirio: Whoa now. Calm down, little buddy, don't want that injury to get any worse.
Izuku: What injury?
*izuku who was wearing a face mask so he wouldn't have to smile said, as Mirio pointed down, izuku looked, and there was blood dripping out of his gloves, he took one of them off with his mouth, and looked at his hand, he was punching so hard that he ripped the skin off of them, and that wasn't the only injury, that final punch that sends the sandbag to the roof? It dislocated the shoulder of his other arm. Izuku ignored the smiling yellow-haired senior and walked to his free, helping him up, with his good hand.*
Mirio: Hey, uh. Green man? What are you doing? We have to get you to the recovery girl so that she can fix that
Izuku: I'm not gonna go to her for every little injury.
*izuku said breathlessly as the adrenaline started to leave his body. He took his mask off and walked to his duffle bag, grabbing a rubbed stick, by what Togata could see. Mirio looked at the kid, confused since a dislocated shoulder was nothing to scoff at. So he walked to the two juniors, wondering why the green-haired boy was putting the rubber stick in his mouth.*
Togata: I don't think you realize the severity of your injuries. You need to go to the recovery girl. That's why she's here, that's why Nezu is paying her. To make sure we're all healed up.
