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Chapter 38: Training Partner
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Chapter 38: Training Partner
With their…introduction to the rest of the student body, those in the hero class found themselves galvanized to perform not just to the standards that were expected of them but, perhaps more importantly, to themselves.
'We only have 2 weeks to train for an event that will be broadcast to the entire country,' Midoriya thought, using his mother's facility to train his body and quirks. The space has a wide track with debris, slopes, downhills, and other obstacles.
'They'll be plenty waiting to watch us as we take to the stage, a teaser for the performance we'll give as full pros out in the field.’ Aoyama was in another area of the training room, his quirk active as he wielded dual sabers and battles against several J.E.N.N.Y bots armed with bats, pipes, blades, and anything else most criminals could get their hands on.
Kicking her back, he winced as his foot hit her hard metal sternum. Unlike with a person, the robot only smiled as she and her mechanical sisters continued to train the boy, keeping pressure on him as Aoyama had to flee for better ground. 'But they'll be plenty in the wings, understudies that seek to take out spots should we miss a step or get the tune wrong.'
They weren't the only ones taking the time to train as several of their classmates made ample use of U.A.'s facilities before and after classes, many booking time on the weekends, such as Iida, who pushed himself to maintain greater speeds for longer on their track. Using one of the school's indoor pools, Asui worked on her underwater abilities. Some might find that strange but U.A. changed their events each year and certainly would have the budget and resources to put a water element for students that would work close to it.
Others worked together, as was the case of Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, who, as walking walls of rock and steel, spent their time testing their durability by fighting. The one rule was that one couldn't dodge. The gym they used often sounded like someone was mining away at hard rock because of it, and they would frequently leave battered and bruised but happy with whatever progress they made as they discussed the plan for the next session.
Uraraka worked with Ashido and Rin a lot, as the girl would practice her quirk's limits at the reopened USJ; the zones already being a mess meant that she could use whatever, and her two sharpshooters could then fire and break whatever she made weightless and sent flying towards them. Yanagi and Kodai joined them early, as while she couldn't increase the weight, she could manage like Uraraka could and refine her control. In contrast, Kodai managed the sizes of those debris and make-shift ammo.
Others chose more traditional approaches to training, such as Shoji, Shishida, and Hagakure. Both spend considerable time in the gym, though whenever they meet up, Toru complains about how little progress she is making compared to Shoji and Shishida. The former beached half a ton easily while Shishida was warming up with 40 pull-ups, while she could hardly manage 10 in her real work-out.
“She’s really putting herself down as she’s showing diligence to improve, and she’s not really using two fair examples of fitness.” Ojiro conversed with Tsunotori, Tokage, and, oddly enough, Mineta as the group of 4 trained via quirk-boosted free running through the residential training area.
"You should tell her that doing 30 pull-ups and all that other stuff is super impressive," Tsunotori stated, trying to learn how to ride on her horns but needing to jump off occasionally and fire off new ones.
"Yeah, besides, those two are like freaks of nature; we all saw how much grip strength Shoji has. He has triple the amount of hands any of us have." Mineta tossed ball after ball around, bouncing off them while keeping the conversation going so he wouldn't be so quickly knocked off his game on the field.
“Get back here, you tape swinging ass!” Kamakiri yelled as he chased Sero through the city center zone; his quirk was not giving him much help, so he was working on general fitness. His motivation besides that? The fact that Sero had smacked up upside the head and took off, swinging from building to building.
"Hey, you asked to train with me. Don't get mad about my idea!" Sero quipped back. Maybe Kamakiri would get him back for this later, maybe not, but right now? Right now, he was in control, and he would milk it.
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Kyoka, if she had to describe it, felt like she was in deep shit.
She didn't break any rules; she hadn't run a fowl with the law, and her parents hadn't called her about something they may or may not have found in her very much locked bedroom closet back home. Hell, her classes were going well enough; they hadn't had any upcoming tests or quizzes about the Sports Festival, but she liked to think she wasn't drowning in any of the topics.
But that wasn't what made her feel like she was; that would be the Sports festival. The fact that she felt completely unprepared and had no damn clue how to change that.
For the past week, she’s sat with her in her classes, with her friend group at their Mexican restaurant hang-out; she would hear about what each of them was doing to improve, and it sounded intense as hell, but something they were sticking to and convinced they were showing results. She would see it after class as well as most would. Instead of heading back to their dorms, she would head to train, and she wouldn't hear a word from them till they were done.
Now, unlike almost everyone else in her friend group, she didn't live in the dorms, but she still stayed with her folks as they lived close enough to U.A. She was used to being the odd one out who didn't have much to talk about when it came to roommate drama or other dorm shit, but when most of her friends were posting pictures of themselves, post-training on the group chat.
The abundance of shirtless and/or sweaty pics of her very much in-shape guy friends made it feel weird. Still, then Ashido and Uraraka started posting their pics, and both were in far better shape than her. How could Uraraka be so plump and yet have abs like that? Ashido's thighs seemed to be muscle-covered in a thin layer of softness. She wanted to say she was upset because it seemed highly horny for them to just be doing that, but she knew the truth.
They looked strong like they were getting stronger, and she…was not.
Thinking back, she was never all that impressive to begin with. She didn't exactly put on a show-stopping performance at the entrance exams, nor did she score exceptionally high on Eraser's quirk assessment test. She was very much in the bottom quarter of the class, in her opinion, at the top of that pile if she was generous.
She needed to up her game; she had dreamed of being a hero, worked for it since middle school, studying her ass off just to ensure she had the grades to apply to U.A. She couldn't be kicked out of its hero course now when she hadn't lasted a feel semester.
But how? She was training, too! She was working out like Hagakure, but it just didn't feel like enough, and…yeah, she was in some deep shit.
Groaning, she slumped in her seat. The rest of the group paused their conversation to look at her in confusion and concern.
"Is there something wrong, shroom?" Komori asked. That was great; now, she felt worse for worrying about them.
"It's nothing," Jiro replied, but none had bought it.
“Bullshit,” Kamakiri replied, his sharp eyes on her. “You look like you’re counting down the seconds till you’re fed to the sharks.”
"You have been quiet lately. Is this about…" Midoriya was next to ask but paused to not give the game away. “Well, you know.”
Jiro took a moment to guess what he was talking about, and when she did, she shook her head. "No, it's not about that mess. I'm dealing….with that and the rest of us." She corrected as she hadn't been present for the fighting, at least the worst of it, but she, like the rest, had seen the aftermath and nearly threw up at the bloody carnage.
Kirishima thought her worry related to what they had learned about quirks. "Worried about what we learned? Well, that's understandable. I can't say it's not been on my mind a few times." He had found himself doing double takes and wearing his contacts even when just walking about. Though he rarely saw quirks, at least those without a host, people used their quirks in small ways all the time. It was illegal, sure, but it was like jaywalking. No one cared to enforce it if they knew it was a law.
“Not that either, Kirishima. It’s the Sports festival.” Jiro told them, getting a sound of realization from the redhead.
"Oh yeah, we have just another week left," Tetsutetsu noted, wondering if they should increase their training or try something different.
Jiro slammed her hands on the table, drawing some attention from others, but they returned to their affairs soon enough. "Exactly! We've got a week left, and you all have made real progress training, and I haven't," she told them. At this rate, I'll be the one who gets booted."
Yaoyorozu frowned at how down her friend seemed about things, that strange general studies student's words clearly having a negative effect on her. "Don't say that. I've seen your diligence in class."
Jiro turned to Yaoyorozu. "No offense, Yaomomo, but you're the only one who can say reading all those chemistry books helps with their quirk. Only so much reading about how sound works helps with my quirk." Yaoyorozu grew a little flushed as she didn't need to spend as much time physically training as the rest; instead, she just studied to keep her understanding up to par. Still, she didn't think it would be wise to mention that she was very much in shape thanks to years of 5-star chef and dietitian-approved meals and personal trainers instilling deep fitness values.
“You can train with us then," Midoriya suggested, pointing to himself and Aoyama, who nodded.
“Didn’t you say…” Jiro recalled them saying his mother’s lab wasn’t some quirk training site, but that was before she remembered that they left a lot out then. “That was a load of crap, wasn’t it?”
"Legally? No, we can't. Possibly? Yes, we can. Besides, we can develop ways to train your body and quirk, so you'll do great." Midoriya replied. They didn't show them the entire facility, and getting permission to bring Jiro back wouldn't be too hard.
The offer caught on with the rest as they realized that, like U.A., they had access to another high-tech place to train. "That seems like a great idea! I kind of wish I had thought about it. Do you think you can make it a group thing?"
Uraraka wanted to agree, but she had to be the bearer of bad news. “Ashido, we already booked the USJ again.” Also, she wasn't sure they could get the training they wanted in an underground lab. Especially if she wanted to work with One for All and not risk causing a cave-in.
"Oh darn it, well, another time then," Ashido complained, as she totally wanted to explore the secret labs a bit more, convinced that she'd find something cool, like quirks that make aliens real.
"Definitely, but right now, let's focus on ensuring that Jiro can really impress everyone watching." Aoyama noted as he continued to eat his meal, one he sprinkled with apple slices, which was strange, but also homemade crushed grasshopper powder, which made most of them gag. But Aoyama's odd diet was just a feature of his quirk, the same as Midoriya's addiction to peanut butter.
"You're not making me feel any more confident by reminding me we'll being watched by the entire world, dude," Jiro stated.
“I know, it’s terrifying! I just don’t think about it till I don’t.” Midoriya replied with a happy little smile, which only confused them when Aoyama started to chuckle.
“That doesn’t make sense.” Uraraka pointed out that Midoriya didn't care about logic.
"Doesn't matter; it's why I was able to approach all of you without stammering, " he happily told them. His time at U.A. and how confident he could be weren't natural to him in the slightest. Hell, even his mother wasn't the calm, collected operator she presented herself as during the meeting. She learned how to do so for shareholder meetings and those fancy events she would attend.
“Why, is that because we’re pretty girls?” Ashido guessed, fluttering her eyes at Midoriya, drawing attention to the fact she and Momo were the only ones who did work on her lashes.
Midoriya let out a slightly nervous chuckle. "Not even. He would struggle talking to girls in general when we hit puberty. I was the one who suggested that he imagine people with pineapples for heads." He told them his mother had her tricks to not flounder in social interactions with people she didn't know.
Komori asked if that pineapple trick worked, and he shook his head. “No, so I imagine everyone with melon heads—melon heads with no eyes, so they can't see me."
"…If I hadn't seen the two of you place at the top in the entrance exam, I would think you're super unequipped for this." Jiro retorted, as that response only made her worry. Alas, her growing concern was ignored as the two started to converse.
“Well, we don't have time to waste. We'll start after school. We can fit maybe… two hours of training in," Midoriya suggested, to which Aoyama nodded.
“It's for the best. We get off classes at 5PM, and we need to factor in the time it would take her to head home and still be able to study. The weekend would be the best time, maybe 6 hours then. Then she can have Sunday off to rest and recover.” That seemed reasonable enough to him, especially when trying to get maximum results in such a short time window.
Still, Midoriya couldn't see them getting too much done without asking for a quirk, and those things weren't just tools you could just put back, nor did he know someone with a helpful power. No, this would be the old-fashioned way. “We won't be able to work miracles, so we'll focus on getting her stamina and endurance up and maybe a few tricks with her quirk. That'll take a lot of trial and error.”
“It’s what we have.” Aoyama agreed with him.
“Guys, please speak Japanese for the rest of us.” Ojiro reminded them.
“Correct, it's only Yaoyorozu who could follow along.” Iida wasn't too bad at English but had no hope of understanding French. He only caught a couple of words here and there that sounded like they were English, but he couldn't say.
“What were you two saying?” Kamakiri asked the two, and they looked at each other, smiled, and went back to their meals.
"My good man, it's not something to be concerned about," Aoyama replied as Jiro turned to Yaoyorozu; she missed a word, but she would bet her bass that it was about her. Yaoyorozu sadly didn't prove much better.
“Good luck with your training.” She kept it short, offering Jiro a smile, hoping she would gain some confidence.
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As agreed, when classes ended for the day, Jiro didn’t head home but grabbed her P.E. stuff and followed Midoriya and Aoyama as they took a train to his mother’s lab. They didn’t use the same secret garage entrance, but instead the smaller, more well-hidden elevator after they confirmed her visitor status and how, this time, it would last a week but be more limiting. Well, she could explore later.
Walking through the place, they took several turns and stairs she didn't recall the first time and got to a section called 'Calibration space'. Midoriya was kind enough to point out the women's changing room and instruct her where to meet them when she was done. Leading up, she entered a wide-open space the size of a football field. The ceiling was maybe 8, maybe 10m above their heads and styled the same way as the walls and floor, featuring bland grey square paneling.
“All right, I’m ready. Where’s Aoyama?” she asked, noting that Midoriya was the Only one present and that he wasn't dressed the same as her but in what looked like custom samurai garb.
Midoriya had decided to wear his usual training gear over their school P.E. uniform, partly because he was more comfortable in it. As for his absent friend, "He got called out for a job and should be back before dinner."
“Oh, was it a big one?” Jiro asked, trying to play it cool, but the memory of quirk spirits and how dangerous they could be floated to the forefront of her head.
“Nothing like the USJ, Jiro. Otherwise, I would have gone with him.” Midoriya replied, lowering her fears as she nodded. She could trust that if Midoriya wasn't worried, it wasn't something to worry about. "I hope that just me isn’t a disappointment?”
She raised an eyebrow and gestured to the stupidly massive space. "Are you kidding me? I'm standing in a secret underground training room straight out of one of Mina's sci-fi novels. I'm getting the long end of the stick with this deal."
Midoriya offered a big smile. "That's great. Now, we'll start with a bit of a warm-up. So, we'll do one minute of arm circles, leg swings, and torso twists each."
“All right, sounds easy enough.” Jiro nodded as she knew the importance of warm-ups, though she usually did them for a couple minutes.
"And then a minute of jumping jacks, high knees, and butt kicks each." Midoriya wasn’t done as he continued to explain it to her.
"Well...I did come to you and got help." That seemed like plenty of stuff just for her legs.
"And then another. Lastly, we do 2 minutes of bodyweight squats and lunges each, and with that, we'll be done with your warm-up." Midoriya kept on smiling as he finished, pulling out a small tablet and turning it on.
“What about the exercise itself?” Jiro asked as that seemed like a lot just to warm up, mainly because they were doing 8 different things when she usually did maybe 2 or 3.
“We’re gonna work on getting that pumping.” Jiro’s eyes narrowed as she caught his non-answer.
“Yeah, by doing what?”
“Let’s start!” Midoriya finished doing whatever he was doing on the tablet, and Jiro thought he had a work-out playlist or something. "Okay, so let's set up the field. Just give me a second. I'm normally not the one operating it."
“Okay, I’m getting a little tired of the ques-tiooons!” Jiro yelled as the room started to shake. For a moment, she thought they were having an earthquake, or she had the rotten luck to visit the day the entire place suffered a structural failure, but nope! The shaking was caused by the room itself's visible change.
The thousands of panels weren't just for show or décor, as she thought; instead, they each seemed capable of moving. The flat terrain of the room changed around them into what looked to be an intense obstacle course with all manner of things she'd need to handle, from sprint sections to hurdles, long jumps, and rock climbing.
When it came to a stop, Midoriya was posted on an elevated platform halfway to the ceiling, smiling as he waved toward the dumbstruck girl. "I'd like to give you an official welcome to the Danger Room. It was designed for basic quirk training, but it serves well for hero training. Don't worry about damaging the panels or anything; they're easily replaceable.”
With Jiro still looking at him like he had just condemned her to death, he happily gave her instructions. "Now, I want you to clear that track in 15 minutes! Use anything you want as long as you stay on course."
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"Not bad, Jiro! You beat your last best by around 3 seconds!" Midoriya cheered for her, now sitting next to the girl who was lying face first on the ground, exhausted after having to go through the damned obstacle course…she lost count after the second time, her mind focused more on just putting one foot forward.
“I’m…going to kill you…when I can move again.” Jiro wheezed out as Midoriya laughed and laughed at her! Was she a joke to him? What, was it so funny that he struggled with something she sure as shit knew he would have done in a fraction of the time and been ready to keep going?
She didn’t have time to bite back a response as Midoriya, just as he had done during their quirk assessment, quickly lifted her to her feet, letting her use him as support as the woman blushed hard again, feeling him up. His loose clothing hid an incredibly lean, muscular build, and his hands on her gave her goosebumps.
Ignorant of his effect on her, Midoriya continued to cheerfully rally her. "Come on, Jiro! That's the exhaustion talking. You don't mean that. Come on, here's some water. We'll rest up and then move on to the next stuff." He handed her a chilled water bottle, which she quickly accepted and started jugging. When it was half empty, she stopped and looked towards him, now able to support her weight.
“Next?”
"Of course, we only have under an hour of training, and we promised to ensure you show everyone watching what you're made of." He showed her the time he had started when she saw him messing with the tablet, and to her dread, she saw that they still had well over an hour left.
"Alright, enough of a rest. We gotta strike while the iron's hot." Midoriya grasped her hand, Jiro again blushing at the contact as he led her to another spot.
"Please don't tell me it's back to the obstacle course," Jiro asked, looking at the course like it was a monster.
"That's for tomorrow. Right now, it's some circuit training. I want you to give me three sets of 12 reps of jump squats, push-ups, and walking lunges." Midoriya told her. The spot he had led her two to was level, with plenty of space to move about.
“Only?” Jiro didn’t know why, but she gave a sarcastic response.
"Oh no, after that, we'll move onto 1 minute of mountain climbers and planks with shoulder taps," Midoriya added, that stupid genuine, supportive, very kiss-she stopped that thought, smile of his never faltering. “Don’t worry, you’ll get about a minute’s rest between each circuit.”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” She muttered.
“What was that?” Midoriya asked, to which she sighed.
"Let's just get started." With that, she started with the assigned exercises. All the while, Midoriya remained close, both keeping an eye on her and moving in to help her.
"Don't lose your form; you will lose the full benefits if you do." He came up behind her to adjust her stance as she was still in the squat phase, his legs shifting hers while he held her waist, part of her wanting to push her butt into him.
“Keep your back straight.” When she was doing the push-ups with her arms feeling like they wanted to rebel, he knelt and placed his hands on her back and stomach. A little devil that seemed shaped and sounded like Mina uttered that she should ask him to put his hands higher on her chest.
“Remember, consistency. It’s all about consistency in movements. You’ll make it harder by increasing how long you do it, not how.” Midoriya demonstrated that as she went through the walking lunges, but her eyes couldn't leave his legs, covered as they were. She could only imagine how those slim yet powerful muscles flexed and contracted.
"Don't slouch like that, Jiro. It hampers proper blood flow. In fact, try this; you'll find it helps a little." Again, he was all over her. Again, he came up behind her but held her closer as he forced them to stand straight, his hands grasping her by the wrist and pulling her arms up. "That's right; keep your breathing nice and steady. Deep breath in, slow breaths out."
She wanted him to keep holding her like that and explore her neck a little…
Okay, turns out exercising with a cute guy was a kink. She didn't need to know that, but she wouldn't like to forget it either. She was brave enough to admit…in the privacy of her mind, that she had something of a crush on Midoriya that started their first day and only grew as they hung out, yet she didn't think it would go anywhere. She learned pretty early, thanks to Aoyama that Midoriya was already in a committed relationship with a woman who blew her out of the water in almost every way.
Meeting Intelli only made it clear that she couldn't compete with the intelligent, tall, regal, and well-developed woman. And yet, she still felt that same urge, that itch, whenever she looked at Midoriya.
And she had already been caught by Intelli once when they all met; the woman had spotted her eying up her man, and she had felt like she was so screwed them…but Intelli didn't respond with jealousy or anger. She smiled, took her aside, and told her something that left her embarrassed for the rest of the trip, but with the Sports Festival looming, she hadn't had time to think about it so much.
She couldn't do that now, when she was held in Izuku's arms, keeping him close and saying she needed the help when she wanted this to continue.
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She wasn't the only one feeling the heat, and despite hardly doing anything, Midoriya found himself hot under the collar as the training went on. Jiro was attractive; anyone with eyes could see that about her. He had first been drawn to her silk-like hair and her beautiful face with such sarcastic yet kind eyes, but since that first day when he held her, he couldn't disregard her smooth skin, slim build, and supple ass. Even her bust, which was smallest in charm, drew his eye as he wanted at times to take them in his hands, grope, and tease them to see what sounds she would make.
But dammit, he was a man in a happy relationship, and he was supposed to be helping Jiro train for the festival, not perv on her! That was for Mineta and Kaminari!
Still made it difficult for him as it seemed like his body didn't care about his head and was thinking with the other one. This point became apparent when he needed to hold Jiro and adjust her, as he made damn sure she didn't press close to him; otherwise, she would realize the real reason he chose baggy clothing.
'Dammit, Izuku, control yourself! What would Saiko think?' He asked himself, which was the wrong move as he knew exactly what she would do, and that didn't kill his attraction; it supercharged it.
Midoriya was saved from that thought and its implications when he saw the time on the tablet. Clapping his hands, Jiro paused in her cooling-down exercises and turned his way. "And we're done for the day. Great work, Jiro. I was a little nervous that it would be too much, but you pulled through." He tried to ignore how sweaty she looked right now and how hot that was.
“It would be a waste…if I couldn’t complete it.” She replied, that breathless tone getting to him in ways he was glad Aoyama wasn’t around to see and then make fun of him for. "Listen, would Aoyama also be present when we practice tomorrow?" Oh, strange thing to bring up.
"He should. Attacks and other incidents that need our attention aren't too common," Midoriya replied, and Jiro nodded, clearing the first step of her issues with what she had decided on during their exercises.
"Well…I thought I would prefer if it was just the two of us again…you know what you're doing, and then we can focus more on his training than mine." She asked, trying to phrase it so it wouldn't appear desperate.
His arousal momentarily forgotten when he saw how unsure she was, Midoriya couldn't help but ask, “Are you sure? It’s no trouble for us to help our classmates.”
Jiro nodded. “I’m sure. So…gonna walk me out before I get lost?” She asked, trying to break the awkwardness and tension that had settled between them.
"Oh, yeah, but first, you might want to hit the showers before you crash out from muscle fatigue," Midoriya suggested as Jiro took a whiff of herself and scowled. Yeah, she needed a bath.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past me to get home, not shower and fall asleep in my underwear.” She said off-handedly, the comment slipping out without her realizing it, which she caught and turned bright red, same as Midoriya whose mind conjured up that image, wondering what sort of underwear she wore and if he would be present, maybe giving her reasons not to sleep.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Midoriya muttered, seemingly in a daze, forgetting that Jiro could hear his comment before he turned and stiffly marched away, fiddling with the tablet all the while. "Well, I'll clean up here and meet you when you're done!"
“Sure!” Jiro called back, but her head was going over that last slip. Both from her…and from him. ‘I…I didn’t just hear that, did I?’ That wasn't wishful thinking clouding her mind. Midoriya had interest…clear interest in her and if Saiko was genuine…
Walking out of the danger zoom, she made her way to the changing room to shower and get dressed, but as she did so, she made another decision. ‘I need to go some shopping before I head home.’
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The next day, their interactions were completely normal for the two. Jiro and Midoriya acted like whatever happened between them wasn't something others could see, not when romantic lovers Ashido, Aoyama, and Hagakure were always close. Besides, it wasn't too hard to act, actually. They met in homeroom and avoided speaking directly to one another, quickly enough when they were in groups.
They were too busy with work, debates, and lectures during morning classes to interact, not if they didn't want to get in trouble. Lunch was the same as homeroom, with the being invested in the conversation but rarely responding to one another; it would be awkward and noticeable if others didn't jump in and respond so they could respond to that.
When it came to their afternoon classes, they just shared 6th-period detective classes together. There, they had something of an issue as it was just Kendo with them. She noticed that they were acting off, as they would typically be conversing before class started. Jiro just played it off as the two being focused on their training later, which…wasn't a complete lie. They would be training, that was known…just not in the way their friends thought.
When classes ended, and they could get to training, they followed the same routine. However, from how Aoyama winked at her when they parted ways, she could guess the Frenchman had deduced why she had requested to train with Midoriya alone. When they arrived, she went to get changed while Midoriya prepared the danger room.
Alone in the women's locker room, she breathed to calm herself, as she had already decided. She would make her move, and it would start by following her mother’s advice for getting boys…She never thought she would use it after she had to make it weird by mentioning she used it on her dad, but she needed to make a statement.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t curvy, and she was painfully aware that she might as well be a plank compared to the other girls, thanks to the times they've shared a locker room and she spied them shirtless or, in Momo's case,, the type and size of bra she used. She lacked natural advantages, but that was fine. She knew she had Midoriya's eye…all she had to do was reel him in.
The first step was changing into her newly bought workout gear. Pulling on the zip of her bag, she saw the hot pink that lay inside, and despite how red her face was, she couldn't stop the smile from stretching across her face.
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Well, this was meant to be posted last week. Still, that commission took an entire week to finalize plans, especially as I needed to edit down my notes in a way that would fit into the word limit for chapters. You'll need to be in the higher tier for my early readers to read that, at least for the week. If you're not in my patroen, Well, at least you have an assured three chapters incoming by the time you see it.
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As much as I want to continue, the following part describing Jiro's ploy to take Midoriya for a ride goes over the limit. So, alas, you'll have to wait till next week to get that. I did sell this as a harem story, but other elements took priority for a while there, but I haven't forgotten that part of the appeal. Some of you were waiting for Momo, but that will have to come another time as I found it easier to write a Jiro-centric introduction to Izuku and Intelli's polyamory.
That was partly because Jiro's confidence in her body can be said to start from the jump. At the same time, her previous performance at the USJ and lack of a vital role against the big bad at the USJ could further damage her confidence in her abilities. It also gave me a chance to detail how she sees herself vs. how others see her, as Izuku's description is closer to the truth while Jiro’s hyper-fixating on what she doesn’t have.
I did spend time showing what the others were doing in training, with Kirishima and Tetsutetsu being the funniest as it's just what the WWP had Ojiro do to Kirishima at the summer training camp, just that both sides can hit back. Part of the reason was that we could guess what class A's characters were doing to train, but class B? Who knows, and since there are no class A or B here, it felt like it would be a waste not to try and explore that.
