━ "you trust me right?" ✧
day in day out, it was sleep, study, and laugh at their jokes like she gave a shit.
she craved excitement, and who could deliver better than two 1-A hotties and a blood thirsty villain?
traitors, smut and a character who e...
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You dodged a lightning-fast kick aimed for your face, releasing a heavy sigh of both relief and suffering. Just your luck. Leave it to fate to pair you up with Iida to spar, only 2 hours since that morning's early escapade.
With legs like iron poles, and arms limp as noodles, you steadied yourself and prepared to at least attempt to make an attack. You had been on the receiving end since the training started. Iida never gave your slow processing brain time to counter.
It was a perfect match-up. You could practice your endurance, slowing time over and over again in order to attack, and he would increase his speed to try and land a hit before your quirk activated. Despite it all, you'd much rather be in bed, since the 'massage' seemingly did more harm than good.
A haggard shriek escaped your mouth before you realized it, as your body was sent backward toward a tree; the only thing protecting Iida's shin from breaking your skull being your poor, poor forearms. You suddenly wished Shouto had just drowned you.
You lied there for a few moment...or rather, minutes. Your body stayed still long enough for Iida to come rushing over, concern in his expression. The world spun around you and by the time your sight had settled, multiple faces towered above you.
Aizawa reached out and pulled you off the ground. He made sure to give your back a, harder than necessary, pat for good measure. A smile had almost appeared on your face, expecting him to say something along the lines of, "Go inside and rest." But it vanished before you could even try it.
"You'd better toughen up (Name), if that happens on the battlefield are you just going to wait for someone to come help you up? You'll be dead meat."
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You sighed for the umpteenth time that day, weakly peeling potatoes for tonight's dinner. "Hey Katsuki," You looked at the boy chopping carrots beside you. He grunted in acknowledgment.
"How are you so good at using a knife? I have to cook for myself all the time, but I'm still bad." Sulking, you looked down at your cutting board. There were too many potatoes to cut, and not enough motivation to do it.
"Of course I'm good, idiot. You know what, give me those." He said cockily, swiping the vegetables from your side of the counter. "Since your chopping is so sloppy." You let out a lighthearted laugh as you watched him complete your share. You hadn't even started chopping yet.
The dinner went by smoothly, though you've tasted better curry, it honestly didn't matter to you as long as you got something to replenish some energy. Especially since tonight's big event was the classic 'test of courage'. You were genuinely looking forward to it since you hadn't participated in one since middle school.
