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Your team was last to go. While Ojiro and Shouji were discussing strategies and whatnot, your mind was in Hawks. Was he okay? Did something happen?
Or was this just another one of his pranks to get you agitated?You snap back to reality just as the countdown begins. Ojiro and Shoji are already moving, their tactical chatter a dull hum compared to the noise in your head.
It’s a coin flip: either something is genuinely wrong, or Hawks is currently perched on a billboard somewhere, eating yakitori and laughing about how much you’re overthinking this.
Focus.
If he’s fine, he’ll never let you hear the end of it if you lose this match because you were daydreaming about him. If he’s not, winning this quickly is the fastest way to get to your phone.
The horn to start blares. You're going against Aoyama, Koda, and Jirou. You had no idea how to go about this because you weren't listening to Ojiro ans Shouji's discussion, so you just did your own thing.
The opposing group came running at you, Aoyama in the middle and using his belly thing to shoot a blast directly at you. The blast came fast but was going in just one direction, so you just sidestepped and kept running towards him.
Aoyama barely has time to gasp before you’re in his space. You drop to a squat and sweep your legs out in a circle. Aoyama drops dramatically onto his back and you can hear the others fighting behind you.
You grab the tape you were given, using it to tie Aoyama's wrist behind his back. You leave him in the floor there to help Shouji fight of Jirou. The two of you quickly subdue her and move on to help Ojiro escape his barage of animals.
'And here I was thinking I might not have to use my quirk'
You sweep your arm through the air and upwards as a dome of water enveloped your group. It kept the insects away and was deep enough for bigger animals to know to keep away.
Using the distraction, Shouji elongated one of his limbs to quickly subdue Koda. And just like that, the training was over.
I barely did anything but oh well.
The horn blares, signaling your team's victory. Ojiro claps you on the shoulder, his tail swishing. "Nice work with the water dome. Quick thinking." You nod, but your mind is already elsewhere.
Shouji gives you a long look with one of his dupli-arms' eyes but doesn't comment. The four of you head toward the lockers. Aoyama is lamenting about his shirt, Jirou is rolling her eyes, Koda is apologizing to a beetle.
You peel off the second you're dismissed and pull out your phone. Of course you have Hawks' number. He's a pro. Your dad is a pro. You're a pro's daughter. Makes sense no? You type out a quick 'hey, you ok?' and almost immediately, the text bubbles appear.
Then they disappear, appear, disappear. And at this point your getting frustrated and annoyed and anxious cause wtf? And then an image pops up. What's the image about? Oh nothing.
Just hawks on a rooftop somewhere, eating fried chicken with the caption: "Chicken eating chicken, can't chicken out lolll." You nearly threw your phone. The bitch. You let out a sigh of relief and start heading back to class.
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"Really Keigo? Had to get me all riled up didn't you? On my first day of training as well." The pro leaned against the fire escape, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Ah come on Babybird. I was just making sure you had enough adrenaline to show your blues." He circled around you, stray feathers floating around you both. "Though it didn't seem to work much eh? You're a tough ice wall yknow?"
You sighed in fond irritation. "What're you really doing here? Did my dad send you to come watch over me?"
"I really can't say Babybird." He sighed, "Your old man's terrifying yknow?" You groaned as you walked off the rooftop, making your way to your dorm room.
And as you turned the corner, you heard him yell something along the lines of: "same time tomorrow???!!"