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Izuku enters the small dojo-like building along with his mother. This building apparently had classes in many different things, including defense and weapon classes. That is exactly what Izuku is looking for, and the price is exactly what Inko can afford.

"Hello there!" A boisterous, muscular woman appears out of seemingly nowhere, startling both the Midoriyas. "H-hi!" Inko responds rather quickly, her face a nervous red. "You must be Inko and Izuku!" The two nod, Izuku actually doing pretty well with keeping himself together. "You two are right on time! I like the punctuality." She turns and gestures for the nervous mother son duo to follow her.

"So, you want the general defense, Staff, free running, fire arm, and improv weaponry classes?" The woman seemed more amused than shocked at the amount of classes the kid wanted. Izuku read the plaque that was shoved to the corner of her desk, Sōzōshī in kanji. "Yes Sōzōshī-san." She chuckles at his politeness. "You do realize that is going to take up a lot of your time out of school, right? You'll barely have anytime during the weekend either." Izuku nods. "Yes, I do. I... I don't have a quirk, so I need to make up for what others have..." The owner nods with understanding. "I get ya kid. My quirk isn't really anything special, I can just change the color of my eyes." She sighs and leans back in her chair. "If you are going to be learning in my building, you need to loosen up. First step, call me Niji. I feel weird when people call me by my last name." She looks to Inko, "You too." Niji winks and Inko's face gets dusted pink. 'Oh my god, did my possible teacher just flirt with my Mom?' "You'll be starting tomorrow, if thats fine with you. By then I'll have a schedule and you'll start the first lessons." She stands, prompting the still pink faced Inko and excited Izuku to stand, and leads them out of her office and to the entrance, "I can't wait to see you two tomorrow!" Inko offers up a small wave and Izuku smiles and waves while he heads out, "See you tomorrow, Niji-san!"

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A week of training at Niji's place had revealed a good amount of things to Izuku. 1) He is very out of shape, he has started going on runs in the morning, 2) He is very bad at routing while freerunning, and finally 3) His Mom is most likely at least Bisexual. Yes, Niji has been flirting with his Mom here and there, and yes his Mom gets very flustered. He doesn't know how to feel about that. 'Are my parents divorced? I haven't even really met my Dad since he was already in America before I can remember.' He shakes his head, he is in the middle of class. Then again, it is just a review of stuff he has memorized already. He decides to think about something else 'Bakugo hasn't really messed with me at all after I cursed at him, but he does glare at me a lot. This week is comparatively amazing to the rest of my life.' Izuku scribbles something down in his notebook, this one being for notes and not hero analysis. 'My schedule allows for all classes to be taken twice, and Niji suggested I get weights to strengthen up at home on top of my morning runs. Speaking of Niji, her quirk is pretty cool. Its not really practical for anything except costumes, her words, but she does use it for intimidation whether she realizes it or not.' Izuku hums quietly and scribbles out Niji's face in the corner of his notebook.

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Its been a month since Izuku started the classes with Niji. They aren't always with Niji, sometimes they're with her employees, all of them being either defense experts or have a good amount of muscle.

See, Niji isn't a body builder or anything, but between you and T-chan, she could be mistaken for Teen Might's sister when it comes to visible muscle. Maybe thats why Inko likes her? Is inko's type people who can carry her? Speaking of Inko, she is trying to stop the whole stress eating thing she picked up when she was told her son was quirkless. Maybe its because she wants to impress Niji, hmmm? Author has talked too much, back to 3rd person narrator.

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