╰┈➤ wonder trio! bnha ✗ fem!reader
❝ is loving as good as they say? ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you discover joy in life's simple pleasures, from sipping strawberry drinks to playing video games. your world shifts when a whimsical wizard insists you experien...
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Apparently, you had roughly two weeks to prepare for the U.A. Sports Festival—which, in the grand scheme of things, didn't feel like a lot of time.
If you wanted to see any real improvement, that meant training every single day, pushing your limits as much as possible.
Not that you had much of a choice.
Your classmates had already thrown themselves into intense training regimens, taking full advantage of U.A.'s top-tier facilities. Asui had claimed the pool for herself, gliding effortlessly through the water with the kind of precision only a frog-like Quirk could grant. Iida could be found tearing up the track field, the steady whoosh of his engines echoing through the air. Meanwhile, others had scattered across Ground Beta, simulating combat scenarios and fine-tuning their techniques.
You weren't falling behind either, of course—but that didn't mean it was easy. Training felt overwhelming at first, with too many aspects of your Quirk that you wanted to refine and not enough time to master them all.
So you decided to start simple. One step at a time.
Your first focus was telekinetic maneuvering. You summoned a set of swords and willed them to move in sync, feeling out their weight, their balance, the pull of your control. Each attempt gave you a little more insight—how much focus was needed to sustain multiple blades, how fine-tuned your control could get, where your limits were. If something didn't work, you adjusted and tried again.
Training wasn't about rushing perfection; it was about consistency.
And so, the days passed in a blur of sweat, trial, and persistence. You tested new strategies, experimented with different formations, and pushed yourself further than before. Some days were more successful than others, but every lesson—every failure—was progress.
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Before you knew it, the morning of the Sports Festival had arrived. And it is held right on U.A's big ass campus.
Given that the school's structure was built to accommodate everything from regular students to literal giants, it was no surprise that they had ample space to host something of this scale. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, a palpable buzz of excitement filling the air.
First thing in the morning, your class gathered in homeroom before Aizawa promptly escorted everyone to U.A's grand stadium. There, you changed into your gym uniforms and joined the growing crowd of students waiting anxiously for the event to begin.
"Everyone, are your preparations complete? We are set to enter in no time!" Iida remarks.
As you adjusted your sleeves, movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention. Shoto was walking in your direction. Ooh! Did he have something to say? Maybe he wanted to wish you luck?
