He hummed, his back against the bleachers, as he watched his classmates filter out of the locker rooms to the gym. Once everyone was out, Shinsou-sensei whistled to get everyone's attention, standing on the stage. "Alright, today we're going to be sparring, and then once the third year Big Three get out of Iida-sensei's class, they'll be helping us with technique and Quirk advice, as well as anythinh8g else you need from them. Understood?"
A general cheering went up around the gym, as most of them really liked having the three elder classmates around, with the exception of himself, Tokoyami-kun, and Monoma-chan. He continued to hum, his silver eyes darting around the room before focusing back on the teacher, who was pairing people up. Shit, was his name called?
"Hey, Yao-tora, you're with me." Shuuzenji-chan said, holding out her hand to pull him up.
Tora huffed, pushing off the wall. "I'm smarter than that, Shuu-chan."
"I know, Yao-tora, but it never hurts to try."
Shuu-chan's Quirk was called Scan, she scanned people's data on any and all physical weaknesses with any skin contact. It worked on inanimate objects as well, but it gave structural data instead of 'hitpoints'.
"We're over here!" Shuu-chan called, leading him over to a marked circle near the edge of the courtyard. As they walked over, he took off the top of his gym uniform, leaving him in just an undershirt and pants. He took a hairtie off his wrist and used it to gather his shirt up higher.
Huffing, he remembered his girlfriend's remark last time he'd done that in front of her. 'Oh, fuck, my boyfriend's rocking a thot knot, oh, I need Jesus.' She was just the weirdest.
As he crossed the threshold of the circle, he began to create an aluminum bo staff from his side. Once it was done, he twirled it around in one hand, and got into fighting stance.
Across from him, Shuu-chan did the same, and they waited for their instructer's lazy shout of "Begin!"
Shuu sprang forward, hands outstretched, and he quickly redirected to the left, knocking Shuu to the side and nearly out of bounds, He sprang just out of reach, and Shuu lunged again, this time grabbing the oncoming staff with one hand and using his grip on it to pull him towards her, her bare fingers grazing against the side of his neck.
He growled in frustration, before sighing to himself. No need to keep his distance now.
Shuu was still holding onto the staff. He pulled it, and subsequently her, towards himself, gripped one of her arms firmly with both hands, and used her forward momentum to flip her over him and out of bounds.
"Nice moves. You two can observe the others while you rest." Shinsou-sensei said, once he had helped Shuu-chan to her feet (after producing her some gloves, she'd lost them again).
"Yes, Shinsou-sensei." the students chimed together, rolling their eyes in unison.
"Yao-tora, can you believe the sports festival's only a week away?" Shuu-chan said, poking his arm.
"No, I can't, really. We're going to have to fight our friends." he replied, undoing his undershirt and zipping back on his overshirt.
Shuu-chan snickered. "At least I get to see you duke it out with your little rival over there." She elbowed him when he began to scowl. "Hey, don't be so edgy, Mr. I-Like-2010's-Punk-Music-Even-Though-It's-30-Years-Old. Galaxy's bound to be worse than you at something."
"I can beat Galaxy at some stuff!" he defended, biting at his lip. "And I'll have you know that my amazing taste in music is because of my Auntie Jirou, so you've just insulted the Kaminari twins' mother. If you don't want the combined pranking force of those two maniacs aimed squarely at the target you just painted on you, take it back!"
"Fine, fine. Just know I still don't like it at all. I mean, Twenty Whatzits hasn't even had a concert in what, ten years? Are those guys even alive anymore?" Shuu-chan fired back.
He rolled his eyes. "If they had died, you would've noticed. Arata-kun would've dedicated a holiday to them and forced me to commemorate with her, are you kidding?"
He was suddenly slapped, and then Arata-kun started talking from behind him. "Hey, what are you talking about?"
He turned, a grin spreading across his face. "We were just talking about 21 Pilots, and how Shuu-chan says they're terrible."
Then it was Shuu-chan's turn to get slapped, and Arata-kun scowled, his head turned to Shuu-chan's general vicinity.
"Shuu, if you don't want Shadow to SHOVE HERSELF INTO YOUR THROAT I suggest you back down." Arata-kun said cheerfully, his white eyes fixed on Shuu-chan's suddenly very pale face.
"Yes, sir!" Shuu-chan squeaked out.
Satisfied, Arata-kun's glare settled into his normal passiveness, and he began to hum softly to himself.
"Man, Arata-kun. For just a tiny guy, you sure are scary." Tora teased, slinging a shoulder over Shuu-chan's shoulders.
Arata-kun huffed. "Good."
His opponent, Maiko Kaminari, looked on in amusement. "You guys are really lively, huh?"
Before he could ask what she'd meant, Shinsou-sensei played loud feedback from the speaker on his arm. "Attention everyone." he lazily called, his cold eyes sweeping over the students to ensure he had their focus. "The Big Three were called out to an emergency mission, so I'll be announcing this early instead of at the end of class. In two weeks, as most of you are unaware," at this he shot a pointed glare at Anima, who began to thump her left foot, "Two weeks from now, UA will be holding the annual Sports festival. This sports festival will probably have the most coverage ever, seeing as the children of the most famous group of 1A graduates are attending, as well as this being the 50th anniversary of the first ever Sports Festival. So... no pressure, I guess."
At this, Shinsou-sensei gave one of his signature smiles, eerily similar to his predecessor's, Aizawa Shouto. "The remainder of this class, and most of the other gym classes after this, will be used in preperation of this festival. Good luck, and get back to sparring."
Tora turned back to Shuu-chan, a wide grin on his face. "C'mon, what d'ya say to some more sparring? Shuu-chan?"
"Yay..." Shuu-chan chuckled weakly.
Time for a nice workout.