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Izuku dodged away from the heavy yo-yo, rolling briefly before returning to his feet and launching himself in Bridget’s direction. He tackled the other boy(?).
Roger was there. Izuku was able to dodge his attack, punting him away before spinning around and nailing a kick to Bridget’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him(?).
“That’s enough.” Their instructor stepped forward. He was a tall, green skinned man wearing a dark purple Gi, with a white turban and a white cape. Apparently, he was a reformed villain turned Hero. “Rhodes, your fighting style seems to focus primarily on keeping your opponent at a distance. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, but as Midoriya just showed, it makes you susceptible to opponents who can slip past your guard and get in close. On top of that, your Quirk…” He gestured to Roger. “Can be rather predictable with his limited moves. We’ll need to work on those.”
“Yes Mr. Piccolo. I understand.” Bridget spoke gratefully.
“Good. Midoriya, your issues don’t seem as prevalent, but there’s still-“
A loud crash and a roar cut him off. The door to the nearby training room practically exploded. The thing that came out looked like a large, bipedal fox with two tails that was about as big as All Might.
And it had Headmistress Shinku in its grip. Though she seemed more annoyed than concerned.
“Honestly Winters, is this how you think a student of this academy should behave?” Shinku huffed. The fox monster, who was apparently Izuku’s classmate, roared, beam of pure, freezing energy erupting once on his mouth and encasing half the training grounds in ice.
The other students scrambled out of the way of the attack as the absolutely feral beast snarled, eyes turning to Mr. Piccolo, who just stood stoically-
“WAMU!”
Something blue landed on Aaron’s head with a thump.
Then promptly exploded.
The dust cleared to show Aaron unconscious on the ground, back in his regular form.
Everyone stared on in shock, except Piccolo, who dismissed the attack he had readied, and Headmistress Shinku, who got up to dust herself off.
“Is everyone unharmed?” She asked. Nobody seemed hurt, but…
“Uh, Ma’am, I don’t see Violet anywhere…” Izuku pointed out.
“I will call to check up on her. Someone please take Mr. Winters to the nurse.”
In the end, Izuku somehow ended up being the one to carry him to the nurse.
Aaron woke up halfway there.
“I feel like I got hit by a truck.”
“You got Wamu’d.” Izuku explained.
“That makes sense.” He mused.
“So uh… What was all that about?”
“I… I don’t like using that aspect of my Quirk. I lose control. The first time I transformed, someone very dear to me got hurt.”
An image flashed in Izuku’s mind: The girl from his therapy appointments. Her last name was Winters, and she always had her arm bandaged.
“Hey uh… Do you have a sister?”
He felt Aaron tense up.
“Midoriya.” He spoke. “You’re a good person. I’ve not pried into your personal business, so please don’t pry into mine.”
“Sorry! Sorry. It’s just, there’s a girl who goes to the same therapist as me with the last name Winters. She always has bandages on her arm and always makes the room really cold just with her presence. I was curious if you two were related.”
There was silence for a minute.
“How is she?”
This surprised Izuku. It was clear they knew each other, but Aaron’s words made it seem like they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
“She never really speaks to me. She always seems to be disassociating or something.”
“…I see…”
They reached the nurse’s office-
“Konbakuwa!” Nurse Nimi, who was no longer tiny and was now the size of a grown adult, greeted.
Izuku and Aaron just stared.
WHY WAS SHE SO PRETTY!?
BANG
“Wamu!”
Oh, look, Violet was back.
Later that night, as Izuku slept in his dorm room, the door, which had been locked, clicked, before slowly being pushed open.
Two small figures slipped into the room, silently shutting the door behind them as they crept up to Izuku’s bed. Dark clouds began to form above Izuku’s sleeping form, before the figures floated up into them, vanishing as Izuku remained blissfully unaware.