My Hero Life!

Chapter 4: Training

Izuku was reluctant to train with Ochaco after class. It was the middle of the week, prime time for learning and the first day back to normal after his house arrest. He had just learnt all the fuss revolving around the mysterious 'Internship', and he was introduced to U.A.'s Big Three: Tamaki, Nejire and Mirio. The latter of which was the familiar (and peculiar) face whom Izuku saw while taking the trash out a few days ago, and also handed his ass to him and the rest of the class in under 6 seconds, that morning.

He was pumped to recognise the incredible gap between him and the top of U.A., and he was awed by how much perseverance his senior had compared to him. Ochaco, who was convincing Izuku to train with her words as well as her puppy dog eyes, was pumped as well, especially after her last two days of getting comfortable with fighting in her new, lightened and faster form. Sure, she threw up a few times, which can't have been healthy, but training like that was only going to be much more rewarding for whenever she needed to don her Hero Outfit, which was designed to help with her nausea.

After five minutes or so, Izuku agreed to spar with Ochaco and let her test out some moves. He'd have thought it would be better for him to isolate himself and think of new ways to apply his power to situations, but he's always been doing that, and he did promise his friend that he'd train with her sometime. His mind thought back to how happy she was when he brought the idea up, and how he felt watching her train from the window, and there was no way he could refuse even if he didn't want to.

The two stepped outside onto the lawn and gazed up at the diminishing sunset. Still plenty of time till dinner.

"Okay, I can't really tell how fast I am compared to you, so power up."

Izuku hesitated, but she was confident, so he summoned 5% and nodded. "What do you want to do exactly?" He asked.

She smiled and pressed her fingers together. A short, pink glow radiated from the pads on her fingertips, and even though it wasn't as flashy as One for All was for Izuku, she felt the uneasiness in her stomach that gave her her edge. "I just needed someone to take my hits and throw a few back, keep me on my toes."

Izuku held his hands up like a Boxing Coach, and although he never did it before, it didn't seem that hard to just take the punches. He commended her occasionally for her strength and speed, much to Uraraka's glee, and eventually started to throw a few swings for her to dodge, for added difficulty, all while slowly picking up the pace as they went along. He seemed to have a knack for this, and thought that it wouldn't be surprising if he did this regularly in future.

They continued to train for a long while before it became repetitive. "Faster!" She demanded as she kept up with him. Izuku raised an eyebrow but heeded, swinging more often and in different places than just left, right and centre. The intensity of the training flipped the atmosphere upside down, the trees quietly rustling with stress. Izuku's glowing hand carried on giving and receiving punches as Ochaco kept dodging: Until she made a mistake.

"U-Uraraka!" Izuku screamed as he fell to the floor beside Ochaco, who covered half her face with a shivering hand.

"Y-You h-hurt me?"

Izuku twitched with too many feelings for him to formulate clear words. "I-I didn't mean it, please, I'm so s-"

"Pfffft! You sissy!" Ochaco teased him as she flopped over  his body and lightly punched his sides. "Did you really think you blew my face off or something?"

Izuku was frozen in place, the only thing he could see was her large grin cowering over him. He was relieved, but he also died a little inside.

"D-Don't do that. Please." Izuku whimpered.