Non-Believer

Metamorphosis

Non-Believer (Chapter 5) <Metamorphosis>

Izuku wiped off a bead of sweat by the side of his cheek. The heat on his hands radiating across the dirty and littered beach while he peeped at the person from the other side.

"You need to to better than that Izuku..." Dabi spoke out, his arms covered in the blue flames that danced around in his palms.

"I'm trying..." The green-headed teen whispered out, the spirals on his hands growing hotter. Izuku launched himself at the other boy, running in a zig-zagged line to dodge the numerous spouts of fire headed his way. The quirk thief neared the Todoroki, his palms sizzling from the heat it radiated. Izuku was nearing the older teenager, his arms ready to burn and melt.

Dabi clicked his tongue in annoyance, he was horrible at aiming. "Think quick!" he warned before lashing out his arms. His azure flames surrounding him and bursting out in a wave, Izuku stopped and ducked quickly to avoid getting burnt to a crisp.

The greenette stumbled over, his hands scorching and melting the sand below him as he fell over into the dirty beach's ground.

*Ding! Ding! Ding!*

"Welp, that's time..." Dabi spoke out, rolling his shoulder and hearing the soft pop of his bones moving back into place. "You got a lot closer than last time..." He praised the middle-school kid affectionately.

The two have been training with each other for quite some time now, almost meeting up every day after school. The meeting spot always was the dirty beach. Aside from all the scorch marks that were scattered around it, the beach did look a bit better after the two managed to trash the garbage that occupied the space before.

Dabi squatted besides the huffing teens body, offering a hand at the wheezing quirk thief. "Th-Thanks..." Izuku replied out, his voice hoarse from getting his face smacked against the sand.

"Yeah, no problem kid..." the redhead replied nonchalantly, tossing his arms behind his head as he walked towards the broken coach that the two usually loitered by when they were tired. It was a little grimy and had one of its legs missing, but it was a luxury compared to the other things that the two had found within Dagobah beach.

Izuku let out a gasp of breath as he plopped himself down onto the sofa, the redhead following by as he too took a seat, although, in a much more formal position.

"Hey, when are you going to have those U.A tests again?" The fire-user asked, Izuku wiping his face off of sand and sweat. And a little bit of rust from the trash pile he fell beside.

"About a month... I think... I'll have to check..." Izuku replied, unsure while he fished out his phone and did a quick search on his web browser. "Yeah, it's around a month..." he added to his comment.

"Nice..." Dabi commented, there was a pregnant pause in between the two teens speech. Until Dabi broke it off.

"So, when are you going to start that whole... Quirk mixing thing that you kept on telling me?" the spiky-haired 18 year old asked Izuku.

Said boy paused a bit, his brow furrowing in thought. "I don't really think I should be mixing quirks... I could barely even control the first one... I still get headaches from the sensory overload..." he replied, Dabi nodded in understanding.

"Then just use one of your weaker quirks..." he said, his eyebrow raised up in suspicion as he saw the boy sheepishly rub the back of his head and give out an awkward bit of laughter.

The redhead gave a sigh. "What's wrong now, Izuku..." he spoke out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well..." the boy thumbled with his fingers with a bit. "I don't really *Know if I have any *weak quirks." he replied out.