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The training room smelled of sweat, metal polish, and lingering chalk from yesterday’s exercises. Mats were scattered across the floor, and the faint hum of ventilation mixed with the clanging of weights as a few students finished up their personal routines.
Midoriya slumped onto a bench near the edge, staring at his hands.
“𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.”
Kaminari froze mid-sip of his water bottle. “…Did you just—?”
Midoriya looked up, startled. “Did what?”
“That,” Kaminari said, leaning forward, voice low, “you know exactly what that was.”
Midoriya blinked. “…omg i never ment to say that oit lond.”
Kaminari grinned. “You know what this calls for?” He leaned closer conspiratorially.
“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞?”
Across the room, Kirishima nudged Bakugo. “That handshake felt illegal”
Bakugou, sprawled with his arms behind his head, snorted. “Extras .”
Tokoyami muttered to Fumikage, “I feel like I should be taking notes.”
Mina, sitting cross-legged on a nearby mat, had already pulled out her phone. “Oh… this is definitely worth recording.”
The rest of the class, oblivious, continued stretching, chatting, and joking about the previous match.