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Waking up the next morning to the beeping of his alarm clock, Izuku sat up from the pillow with his usual bed head and started his morning routine, getting up, brushing his teeth and getting into his school uniform again. Before his morning stretching routine, leaning forward on his legs to wake himself further and get ready for the day.
His usual bit of getting ready was interrupted however...As he looked towards his desk and the prototype he had just finished last night and debated whether or not to bring it, it was certainly good enough now for some field testing outside of his room but...Would it be obvious what he was doing? His long sleeves should cover them mostly and his double tap would stop most misfires... With a shrug Izuku took the thing and placed it on his arm, pulling out his same compartment from before and grabbing another small capsule, this time labeled SS and placed it into his device, after which the boy grabbed a comic from his shelf and one green covered notebook before getting them both in his backpack and heading out for some breakfast with his mom.
Said woman was currently setting out their usual breakfast on school days, a simple meal of rice and fish, mixed with a few vegetables in a small bowl, the green haired woman greeted her son with a wave as he sat down and started to eat. Listening in to his mother's small talk about what was happening around the apartment complex and nodding when she had questions. As he finished off the meal, Izuku smiled, placing his chopsticks on the bowl.
"Oh mom, you know I am spending the weekend at the Dojo again right? said I need to start at least spending a few whole days training with him if I plan to take this as far as I can." Izuku stood up and grabbed his bag, only stopping for a moment to listen to what his mother had to say who was clearly a bit apprehensive about the situation.
"Izuku...Just make sure that you are keeping up with your studies during all this training and the like, I would hate for all this work you have done to go to waste because you slack in that area." She sighed and shook her head some, not believing she had just warned her boy about his studies. With a smile she waved her son off who gave a curt nod before getting out of the front door and starting his way towards the stairs.
Hopping down the steps two at a time, Izuku put most of his focus on landing correctly and putting his feet in the right places as he went down the four flights towards the complex's ground level. The task took up most of Izuku's attention but in his opinion it was much better than taking the elevator. Quickly getting to the bottom, the young hero-to-be gave himself a few hops before his morning run started, his legs pumping and propelling him right towards the school that was only about a kilometer or two from his home.
As he jogged, Izuku passed his old bus stop filled with his "friends." Who gave their usual stares that ranged from blank boredom to contempt for the boy going past their eyes at the moment...One blond in particular deciding to shout out a few choice expletives at the bush haired young man who went past them.
"You know you will never amount to shit no matter what you try right Deku?! Your a quirkless loser who is less than the rest of the trash in this damn school of ours!" Izuku just rolled his eyes at the taunts and kept running, there was no use to stop and argue with them after all. It would just lower himself to their level like his Sensei said besides he wanted to fight for and save people like them... No matter how abrasive they might act. Shaking his head, Izuku continued his run, arriving at the school a minute or two behind the bus like always, and like clockwork Bakugou and his goons were waiting by the front gates to try and demean him a bit more.
This time around was different though... He had come to school today prepared for them after all, approaching the boys Izuku flipped his background around to unzip it and reached his hand in.
"What are you trying to pull Deku? Think that a weapon or something could help defend yourself from us? You know damn well that would be against the rules if you are not in the Kendo club." The Blond let out a cruel laugh as his posse started getting ready to start in on Izuku.
"Not quite? I just kind of wanted to broker some peace between us Kaa-chan... I don't like having people that hate me so much and would much rather we have an amicable school life together and maybe be friends again?" Izuku, finally finding what he was looking for in his bag pulled out a few of his comic books and offered them to the bullies including Bakugou who in particular labeled "From Merc to Main Hero the Full Collection of Wolverine!"
"These are some of my favorite books and well..I think you all would like those characters as well if you read them but please take care of those things. They cost a bit to replace and I don't want to harass my local store any more than I do already." Izuku laughed nervously before he looked at the bullies who were staring at the material in their hands, his eyes particularly hanging on Bakugou who had the most chance of just destroying his book then and there. It as too bad the boy was so mean to him, Bakugou was the only one who's aspirations to be a hero matched his own after all.
"Alright. I guess this is good enough reason not to fuck with you today but if the story is crap or insulting I am coming after you two fold tomorrow ok Deku?" Bakugo looked at the boy with a bit of contempt, sure he hated the fucker for trying to rise against what he saw was the natural order of things. Him on top, with the quirkless trash in the bottom...If Deku wanted to have some peace in exchange for this stuff he always was reading then he didn't mind giving it a shot. The nerd was also a huge All Might fan, so he did have some taste in heroes.
With a sigh at escaping that situation, Izuku continued onward into the courtyard, hoping to make it to class when he heard a familiar clicking of shoes behind him and long hazel hair approach him from behind and Izuku waved at her.
'Hey Bulu, how was training yesterday after I left?"
"Never mind that, what the hell was that Izuku? Why do you always let those kids walk all over you when I know you are strong enough to at least put up some fight." The sassy tone of his friend's voice made Izuku chuckle and pause for a moment to let the girl catch up to him fully.
"Bulu, I have only been training with your dad for like five months or so. That isn't enough to fight off almost anyone when you are starting at the same place as I was, either way I both don't want to get in trouble for fighting and don't want to harm others if I have the choice." At his reasoning the girl just sighed and shook her head some.
"Still you need to stand up for yourself more, I don't want to see all that training dad has given you go to waste after all. Don't give me any crap about attacking people unwarrantedly, those guys are always the ones who start it when they think I can't hear or don't see it...Idiots."
"And I don't want you getting caught fighting either Bulu! They will kick you off of our gymnastics team if they catch any whiff of you being a delinquent."
"Ugh stop that,stop making excuses for being a punching bag that make too much sense...You are making me sound like a fight crazy girl when you bring in all that logic." She let out a playful growl before slapping her friend's shoulder some before sighing and brushing a bit of hair behind her ear.
"Well then stop being so annoyed that I don't like senseless violence and we will be good there either way I would still rather be their main abuse victim as I get a brunt of all the damage...Anyways onto a lighter topic, guess what I did last night?" With a smirk, Izuku pulled back one of his sleeves slightly, revealing the silver little device on his wrist making the girl gasp some.
"You finally finished them? Izuku, you have been working on those as long as I have known you. Must have been pretty satisfying to get that first shot out huh?" Bulu chuckled some to herself as they entered the building and started their way up to their shared classroom.
"Well...Not really actually. There is only one and it is only the first functioning prototype, I still need to make a second and test this one's maximum range to see if it needs anymore improvements. Not to mention actually making the web fluid... I am still a long way from being anywhere near Peter's level at the start of his stor-" The boy's muttering rant was cut off by Bulu hitting him on the back of the head with an angry look on her face again.
"Stop putting yourself down, how many times do me, my mom and dad and everyone else at Ryozanpaku have to tell you that? Most kids our age wouldn't dream of messing with anything more complicated than a touch screen or came console but you were able to make functioning versions of something from a literal comic book. Take more pride in yourself." The statement made the boy blush before he gulped and nodded, looking back at his wrist before smiling. Hearing it from his friend... He really did pull out something special here didn't he?
"I guess... And the web fluid itself isn't too far behind my shooters at this point. It was helpful getting the chemical composition of nylon online so I could work with that to somehow get to whatever Spider-Man uses in his own webshooters." A hopeful and excited smile came onto his face at that really pumped up now to experiment more with his chemistry sets to make his web fluid and really start diving into this superhero thing once and for all.
"Yeah yeah, tell me about it on the way home from school. We are going to be spending the next three nights together as housemates after all. I hear dad had some new training methods and techniques to start you on this time around so... Thats cool."
Hearing about these "new training methods" made Izuku pale a bit as he entered the classroom, shivering at the thought of what he would do that weekend.
Sweat dripped down from the young man's face as he lowered himself chest first down to the ground before pressing hard against the ground to lift himself back up. The weights put on his arms making it ever harder to do each individual push up on its own as time went on, his feet were elevated behind him in two wooden blocks, making sure that he wasn't going to be using those to help with what was supposed to be his arm training.
"You know that if you keep going at this pace, you won't be able to get in any actual training before dinner right? You are only fifty push ups into the two hundred that dad set out for you today..." One of Izuku's weights spoke up from his back, making the green haired boy grunt before responding, his arms shaking a bit with fatigue as he did so.
"It would be easier if you were not here ya know? Shouldn't you be training with your mom anyways? It is usually around this time that happens, if not why are you staying on my back?" As soon as his words were out of his mouth Izuku lowered again before pushing up again, mentally counting up with each consecutive push up while trying to keep form as well.
"Oh, we are having some visitors over today so Mom suspended training so she could make a large meal tonight to fit everyone which is going to be nice. As to why I am here, dad said I need to give you some math problems as you work said something about keeping your mind sharp even in the middle of a battle or something, it's another form of training in the end though. You gotta say the answers to me each time you are done with one ok?"
With that, the girl got out her phone and started rattling off simple math problems and Izuku the quick study he was easily solved the elementary stuff that was being thrown his way but... He also lost count of the number of pushups he did and had to stop and remember before starting again. Each problem getting a bit harder and taking up more of his focus until they were reaching math around their level and it took about half of his focus to solve those... Until his arms just gave out on him and he fell to the soft dirt below with a groan. Whenever he did not want to do the entire thing from the start again!
"Hey Bulu, were you keeping count of my pushups while doing that? I kinda lost it in the middle of all the math... Those numbers in my head just kind of jumbled up with my count every time."
"Oh...Well you did the 200 at least, even went a little bit above that, though I suppose that might be because you were not focused on the number. Anyways, you need to report back to dad and get started on the real training today."
After his friend had gotten up, Izuku silently rolled himself onto his back before leaning up and slowly rising to his feet, arms still sore and not really responding to his desire to lift themselves at the moment. The future hero approached his teacher and gave his best traditional bow.
Fumai smiled at his student's current condition, his warm hazel eyes peering across his arms. They would take a little bit to recover to a movable position again but that was only a sign that Izuku had worked to his fullest capability and the master martial artist would expect nothing less from the boy. Leading him outside again and towards a wooden post, bound up and down with a tight rope, Fumai got into his stance and motioned for the boy to copy him.
"Today, my young disciple we are going to focus on developing your kicks best we can. The last few months have been focused on your upper body, and that is something we are going to be correcting from today on." At the end of his sentence, Fumai delivered a swift roundhouse to the side of the pole, a loud thunk echoing throughout the Dojo grounds as his foot made an indent in the wood.
"Now copy my form best you can, and I will correct it wherever needed after you have good form I want you to kick until either your foot starts to bleed or dinner is ready."
With a nervous nod, Izuku got into position and brought his foot up to the correct level while he tried to imitate his master's pivot into the snap, losing some balance along the way and almost falling before he was caught and corrected by the master. Izuku taking a few more tries before it was deemed good enough, he started his combat training for that day. The soft thuds of his foot hitting the log were the only real sounds other than his feet kicking up dirt with each kick, the pole itself never budging a millimeter in contrast to Fumai's own casual kick. Said master as currently on the Dojo's porch watching over his student, his eyes tracking the young man's legs with each movement. Making sure that he was following the correct form and wouldn't bring himself harm with said training.
The great, flaming sun overhead made its slow trip along the sky as Izuku kept up his act. Doing his master's kick throughout all of it, switching legs when told and following the pattern until he fell into a soft rhythm of how his body moved, his muscles remembering a bit more of the motions with each repetition, the sting of the rope eventually hitting his rawed skin was... Hard to get through but the young man endured, if he stopped at this pain what hope did he have when in an actual fight with a villian after all? Though soon enough, a call from Fumai's lovely wife for supper stopped his motions. Flinching a bit as he put his full weight on the tired feet of his, Izuku was about to begin walking into the house when he was stopped.
"What is it Sensei? Is there something else I need to train at while eating dinner? Or did I do something wrong while training that?" There was a small bit of desperation in the boy's voice, whenever they had meals it was supposed to be his daily break from the training after all and if his teacher was going to put his hardship in even that Izuku did not know if he would handle it at all.
"Oh no, nothing at all like that, Hane would kill me if I brought our training to her nice dinner table after all... No I wanted to show you something I saw here, you might like it." Fumai chuckled a bit as Izuku walked back over to his pole and looked at where his teacher was pointing.
"What is it? I don't see anything at all there...Are you just playing a prank on me?" As a response, Fumai pointed to the other log, the one which had a side that was untouched by either of them. Looking back and forth between the logs, Izuku thought he noticed something and so ran his hand over the surface of his training instrument and smiled, because even though it was small, just a few millimeters at most...He still felt a dent.