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❦ -ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠

I slipped on the uniform and immediately felt awkward. Aizawa had definitely gotten it two sizes to small. Don't get me wrong it was comfortable, but it was...ech hem, tight in some specific areas.

'Your ass and tits look like-'

"Shut up!" I hiss, exiting the teachers lounge with a furiously blushing face. "Hey (Y/n), I thought you said you were just helping?" A tired voice asked and I moved my eyes to meet deep lavender ones. "Hey Hitoshi, I'm working with my uncle so he said to just 'train someone' for the Sports festival. Haha....haaa..." I sigh and Hitoshi's lips quirk up. "You could help train me." He offers and my eyes light up.

"Really?" I ask. "I mean yeah, he did just say 'train someone'. I'm someone." He winks and I look away. "A-alright. Well then let's get going." I mumble, scurrying off with him towards a training grounds.

...

"So, what's your quirk?" I ask, looking around the plain training room. No one else was around. Great, just great. "Oh well, I was thinking we could just train physically. I don't wanna use my quirk on you." He murmurs, eyes trailing down from my face but quickly moving back up when I speak again.

"Oh good! I didn't wanna use my quirk either. Then let's get started." I go into a fighting stance. "I'm a black belt in most martial arts, so I can teach you any really." I confess and Hitoshi looks slightly taken aback. "Well uh...how about Karate?" He suggests and I nod. "Alright well..."

... (time skip brought to you by me not knowing how to explain karate moves in a coherent way)

"Great job! But not great...enough!" I grunt, kicking a foot underneath Hitoshi to trip him over. He fell on his back with a gasp, the wind knocked out of him for the millionth time.

"Jeez, you're great at this." He chuckled, sitting up and putting a hand on his head. "Well I told you I was a black belt." I smirk, sitting down beside him and taking out two water bottles. "Here." I toss him one and he catches it easily, the sheen of sweat against his forehead wiped away by his sleeve.

"How do you even get to be a black belt so young?" He coughs, water going down the wrong pipe a bit. "Oh, my family. We're pretty well known, so if we don't have bodyguards we have to know how to protect ourselves. Everyone in my family are expert fighters, we even have our own dojo. It's in (Home country), though." I explain, taking a sip of water. "Damn. What's your family known for?" Hitoshi asks, looking at me.

"Well my family had money when we moved from our settlements in who knows where. We used to make automobiles and planes when quirks weren't a thing. We still do, but we also specialize in support items. That's why I expected to be in the support course, because my siblings and I always have a say on the items in process." I sigh. "You've probably seen our name on some car or support item. Maybe sponsoring a random airport or hero." I look him in the eyes and his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Wait...so you're a (L/n). Like the (L/n)'s?" He questions and I nod. "I knew you'd know us! We have a bunch of branches here in Japan. I'm just glad you're not freaking out, It's nice to talk to someone about family without them foaming at the mouth." I giggle and his eyes seem to sparkle, though his face stays the same. "So did you have a say on the (N/n) line?" I choked on my water. "That's sold here?" I gasp. "Yeah, it's great. I've seen a bunch of pro's use it, but the items wouldn't work for my quirk." He says sheepishly.

"Well uh....the (N/n) line is actually my own creation. (N/n) is my nickname. Each (L/n) has to prove themselves by creating at least one best selling line of items, whether it be makeup, cars, planes, or support items. Anything really as long as it makes money. I started early 'cause mother dearest had faith in me." I say sarcastically, face twisted in distain. But I smile just as quickly, looking at Hitoshi.

"You tell me your quirk and I'm sure I can whip something up for you. You're probably not the only person with a quirk like yours. The line also makes stuff to help deal with quirks. Like my friend had a salamander type quirk, it made her prone to dehydration and her skin flaking. Thats's why I made-" "Your amphibious gel-cream! It helps with keeping amphibious quirks healthy and well adjusted even in the harshest climates." He finishes and I look at him in surprise. A light tint of blush goes over his cheeks and he looked down.

"Uh, sorry. I kind of know everything about that line." He chuckled and I gasp. "Oh...uhm. Well it's nice to know aspiring hero's enjoy it." I laugh nervously.

'Aweee so he's a fanboy! How adorable~'

Charlie's voice enters my head unexpectedly. I blink it away, instead focusing on my water bottle. "Well Uhm...it's getting late, the bells probably gonna ring soon. I should get going, you too." Hitoshi gets up and I follow suit.

"Alright, next time tell me your quirk, so I can make something to help~" I suggest. "See ya 'Toshi!" The nickname slips out as I run off, rushing back to the teachers lounge to get changed once more.