Yin Yang [ BNHA ]

Training part 1

EDITED

After I finished my breakfast and waved goodbye to my odd-looking guardians, I hauled my khaki green backpack on my lightweight jacket at mid-length on a pair of relaxed, laid back shoulders. This sophisticated khaki green shade provides a subtle injection of colour on any day and is finished with a black cotton strap of a Scandinavian style. There are smears of mud on its surface and crumbs in every pocket. The thinned and frayed straps of the backpack dug into my shoulders, the weight pushing me down. My water and towels I'd scraped together before hitting the road were hauled in there quite roughly -- Sparky gets pretty mad when I'm late.

I rushed down the road in a hurry and as a result, almost tripped many times on either pebbles, twigs, or a bench leg. Oh no... I'm probably going to die. Sparky is such a crude, arrogant, and aggressive person. This problematic behaviour goes all the way back to his early childhood days when he was known to bully a young, 'quirkless' Midoriya. However, Sparky is gradually changing into a less antagonistic person, albeit still retaining a lot of his unpleasant traits.

Despite his behaviour, fortunately, Sparky has a thirst for victory, which causes him to occasionally smile eerily in the middle of combat. What I like about him is that he is incredibly focused on achieving victories and has learnt to never underestimate me. I must say that he's quite talented in fighting, having such a unique quirk and strategies in using his quirk in various ways besides attacking. Sparky is very intelligent and extremely perceptive, capable of strategic planning and holds some of the highest grades in his class -- I want to believe him on that one, but I highly doubt that.

Sparky looks like he could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll -- that could potentially kill you. He disregards the notion that Quirks shouldn't be used in public, and will activate his Quirk for a number of reasons, such as to intimidate someone, to punctuate a point, out of frustration, or even if he just feels like showing off which happens like, a 100% of the time. My mind drifted off to the different treatments I might be getting...

Two hundred laps! Now!

Or maybe perhaps...

Hundred push-ups! Hurry up! I got to go to school, unlike you, dumbass!

Oh! Or if I'm lucky, Sparky forgot about today and didn't show up? I'll be lucky! 

Speaking of the devil, I saw him seated on a wooden and slightly splinted bench in his usual jet black sleeveless top and baggy pants. And... a face only a mother could love -- wait, his mother would not love that face as well. Well, what if I just...

HUEHUEHUEE

Maybe if I just turn the other way he probably won't notice me. I turned around slowly with my eyes squeezed shut, and realizing that I haven't been noticed, let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and skipped away while humming a merry tune.

"Get your arse back here." I froze in mid-air and turned back around very, very slowly, gradually increasing in speed. Realizing he was looking straight at me, I let out an awkward smile and fidgetted with my sleeves. "M-Me?"