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Chapter 16

"So you're telling me... that you somehow got into the most famous highschool for heroes in Japan without knowing a thing about how to fight?"

"Hey! I know... a little bit."

"Says the one laying on the ground under my foot."

Aizawa removed said foot from the girl's back, and stepped away. "If you're going to participate in the Sports Festival, I'd rather you not die."

Y/n looked offended. "I'm not gonna-"

Aizawa stepped on her back again.
"You might in this state. You depend too much on your quirk, Y/n. We're going to have to do some serious training to get you in shape."

"..." Y/n sighed. She had no idea what kind of training he was going to make her do, since she had never really done any training before. Ever.

Aizawa sighed as well. "Okay, then. Let's start from the basics. Right now."

He punched her in the face.

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Half an hour later, Y/n was laying on her back again, this time with light scrapes and bruises peppered all over her arms and legs. Aizawa was apparently going easy on her, and yet she still remained utterly defeated every time she tried to win a sparring match against him. Her adoptive father was starting to think that this girl was hopeless. "You weren't kidding when you said you've never fought hand to hand before," he said.

Y/n turned her head to the side and observed a tiny snail slowly making it's way under a blade of grass near her hand. That brought back memories.
"Maybe I should just become an entomologist," she said, voice wobbly like she was about to start crying.

"I know you're just saying that because you don't want to train, Y/n. If you became an entomologist, how would you deal with spiders and centipedes. You hate those."

"Those are both true... so can we stop training then?" She put on a stupid smile, hoping he would let her be free.

"We're going to train for two hours every day until the sports festival, with a fifteen minute break after each hour. No compromises."

The white-eyed girl's body deflated like a balloon, and her smile turned into an exhausted frown. "Uhhnn.... great..."

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The next day at school, Y/n dragged herself to school like a sack of potatoes. She was sore all over from yesterday's training, and her brain wasn't functioning as well as it normally did.
She was too tired to try and fake indifference all day, and too tired to answer questions in class. She was too tired to do anything.

"What's up with you, L/n-san?" Said Yaomomo, in a concerned manner.

'Ohh, Yaomomo. Sweet, smooth-voiced Yaomomo. What a beautiful creature. What a blessing from God.' Thought Y/n, for no real reason. It was probably the blows to the head Aizawa delivered yesterday, making her go nuts.
Instead of a normal response, she let out a "nngh, Yaomommmm......" and let her head fall with a bang to her desk loudly.

Yaoyorozu made a shocked noise and became frantic, trying to figure out how to help her friend.
"Iida, can you go run and fetch some coffee for L/n? She looks terrible!"

"Uhh, I shouldn't go off of school property during school hours, but I sort of owe L/n-san (for slapping some sense into me the other day). So alright, but just this once!!" said the navy-haired student with a curt nod.

In a whoosh, he was out the door, and in probably five minutes, he was back with a regular coffee. He delivered a gentle chop to the exhausted girl's head, trying to wake her up. Said student stirred slightly but her head remained on her desk. Iida looked at Yaoyorozu's face, worried. "What happened to her, exactly?"