After pointedly ignoring his Mother's suggestion of 'not overdoing it' Izuku proceeded to exercise through the night, drinking protein shakes every hour. By morning he had gained ten pounds of raw muscle and he was barely even tired! Cell Activation was amazing! He only stopped exercising when he heard his Mother exit her bedroom that she shared with his Mama and Mom.
He set his alarm to go off in one minute, and after silencing his alarm he pretended to yawn. After taking a much needed shower he emerged from his room to greet his Mother in the kitchen and help her make breakfast, as was routine for him at this point.
Upon entering the kitchen he found his Mother eyeing him with suspicion, hands on her hips.
"Why is the protein powder out young man?" Inko questioned.
"Uhhhh late night snack?" Izuku answered unconvincingly.
"And why do you look like you put on more muscle as if overnight?" She continued to interrogate.
Izuku looked down to his clothes, his white shirt that read 'pajamas' and black workout shorts to see that they were visibly straining against his newly acquired muscle.
"Sorry," he answered, not meeting his Mother's questioning gaze.
"Honestly Izuku! I know you're excited about your new quirk..quirks?..but you need to moderate yourself. Please Izuku." His Mother pleaded.
"I'll try, I promise." He responded.
"That's all I ask sweetheart," His Mother said with a kind smile.
The moment ended when he heard a door closing, he turned to see a bleary-eyed Nemuri stumbling into the hallway.
"Goodmorning," she grumbled before pausing. "Woah Izuku, did you get bigger?" His Mama asked mischievously.
"Ten pounds actually." He replied with some pride.
"My little lady killer is going to kill it on his first day of school!" Nemuri exclaimed.
"Nem! Maybe he isn't into just ladies?" His Mother reprimanded her wife.
"He is! We talked about it, he miiiight even be poly, imagine all the grand babies Inko!" Nemuri all but yelled.
His Mother was on him immediately, squeezing him so hard that Cell Activation triggered. "SO MANY GRANDKIDS!" She paused, letting him go. "Whenever you're ready of course." She quickly clarified.
His Mom appeared in the hallway then, looking even more bleary-eyed than his Mama had been.
"What is all the yelling about?" Anan asked, voice raspy from sleep.
"WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SO MANY GRANDKIDS!" Nemuri yelled out in response.
"WHAT!?" His Mom asked, suddenly awake and staring at him with wide eyes.
After sorting out that fiasco Izuku was now on his way to where he would be learning martial arts; Ogre's Gym. His Mother had said she knew the owner from the same case she had met Nemuri on.
After pulling up to a run down building that said 'Ogre's Gym' in unlit neon signs he turned to his Mother with a questioning, raised eyebrow.
"Trust me Izuku, this guy is the real deal. I got him off of some vigilante charges." Inko answered the unasked question.
"Vigilante!? Who?" Izuku quickly asked, if his Mother had represented him, he knew that the vigilante had to be of the good variety, not like Stendahl. He knew most vigilantes from his notebooks, maybe he already had him in one?
"He went by Knuckleduster." Inko supplied.
"WOW! He resolved more crimes in Naruhata than any pro hero! His quirk is still a mystery! IwonderifIcanfigureitout!" Izuku exclaimed, beginning to mutter.
Inko tapped her son on the shoulder to prevent more ramblings, "Come on Izuku, we don't want to be late."
Upon entering the dilapidated gym Izuku saw a man waiting for them. He was massive and would give Endeavor a run for his money for stature. He had a large scar running diagonally across his face. He seemed to have a permanent audacious smirk that all but promised violence.
"There ya are pipsqueak!" The towering man greeted.
"H-Hello sir." Izuku nervously greeted.
"Enough pleasantries! Let's see ya throw a punch!" He said as he gestured to the heavy bag behind him.
"O-Okay," Izuku said as he walked up to the raggedy punching bag. He straightened his back and threw his fist forward, thumb tucked inside his fist as hard as he could without activating any quirks. After a soft *slap*sound and a sore thumb he turned to Mr. Oguro.
"What the fuck was that?" The man questioned while Inko looked displeased."Don't tuck your thumb like that unless you wanna break it! And you threw that punch with nothing but your arm! You gotta throw a punch with every muscle, all the way up from your toes to your knuckles. Watch me."
Mr. Oguro stepped in front of the bag, nudging Izuku aside. He took up an experienced stance, legs shoulder width apart, left arm gauging the distance… then in a flash Izuku could see the muscles tense in a chain reaction of movement all the way from his feet to his fist. As opposed to Izuku's pathetic attempt, the sound Oguro's punch made was a *BOOM* as the heavy bag lurched and its chains rattled.
"Now that's a punch!" Oguro yelled.
Izuku was in awe, with all the hero fights he had seen, that was the most impressive punch he had ever seen. "W-Was that your quirk?" Izuku asked.
The man smiled a shit eating grin at him, 'I'm Quirkless pipsqueak."
Izuku was in awe, he hadn't felt this way since the first time he watched All Might's debut video. This man was quirkless, and despite that, the man was Knuckleduster, the vigilante hero of Naruhata. He had just met the man but he already knew Mr. Oguro would be an inspiration to him for his entire life.
Suddenly the sound of feet stomping down stairs could be heard. "Oi! I thought you were done with classes for the day old man!" Yelled out an annoyed feminine voice.
Rounding the corner was a girl his age, she had tan sun kissed skin, snow white hair, ruby red eyes, and an obvious rabbit mutation quirk. She was wearing black running shorts and a white tank top that said 'Space Jam' on it. She obviously trained often, judging by how the clothes clung to her toned form. Izuku's face warmed as she caught him staring at her.
"Who the fuck is this?" The rabbit girl asked.
"Rumi, this is the Midoriyas. They're customers, so watch your fucking language." Mr. Oguro answered.
"N-Nice to meet you," Izuku bowed.
"Tell ya what kid, instead of classes, I'll train ya personally alongside Rumi here in exchange for a favor." Oguro started.
"W-What favor?" Izuku asked.
"You'll be going to the same school as my adoptive daughter Rumi here. She barely passed middle school and I'm no better so I can't help her. Your Mother says you're one smart cookie so if you tutor her on Sundays I'll train ya personally after school." Oguro said.
"What!? I don't need help! I'm no weakling!" Rumi retorted.
"Needing help doesn't make you weak Rumi! Don't learn the hard way like I did." Oguro yelled back.
Izuku was feeling a bit uncomfortable witnessing this familial squabble. He could feel Rumi's emotions waver when she said she didn't need help, he wasn't sure what that signified.
I-If she'll have me, then I accept." Izuku said, not wanting to force the girl into something she didn't want.
After a long silence Rumi responded, "Fine, but I'm not going easy on you in spars."
Izuku could only nod before the girl stomped back upstairs.
Mr. Oguro looked ecstatic, "That went way better than I thought it would! She didn't even kick you!"
It was the first day at Izuku's new school, Nabu middle. After the experience of meeting Rumi yesterday he wasn't sure what to expect if he saw her at school.
After arriving, he headed towards the front entrance. He was wearing the school uniform that was almost identical to Aldera's. After entering the new hallways he saw someone bump into a girl causing her to drop the papers she was holding. The girl quickly waved off the offending person when they turned to ask if she needed help but he could feel the girl's irritation.
Without asking if she wanted help, he quickly moved to help the girl gather her papers, after a minute almost all the papers were picked up and the girl asked, "Why did you help me?"
Still gathering the last papers he answered without looking up, "Why wouldn't I?"
'What a weird question,' he thought, 'If someone needs help, you help. If you're hungry, you eat. If you're tired, you sleep.'
"I-Izukun? Is that really you?" She breathed out.
Not expecting to know anyone here let alone someone that would use his given name with such familiarity he snapped his head up to get a look at the girl.
Familiar yellow feline eyes were staring at him and it was like he was back in that school yard again all those years ago. Her blonde hair was down instead of in messy buns but he would never fail to recognize her, even ten years later. She looked amazing in the school's black sailor uniform with red sash.
He could feel so much hope radiating off her..as well as fear. He realized that he had been staring and she was still waiting for him to answer.
"T-Toga Himiko." He said while nodding to her question.
Relief pulsed off of her in waves. Still kneeling close together she pulled him into a crushing hug. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
Before he could pass out from being hugged by a girl, the bell rang. 'Oh no! I don't know where class 1-A is!' He thought.
"I know where it is, come on Izukun!" She supplied, having heard his muttering. She grabbed his hand and began pulling him along as he sputtered and blushed.
Once they reached the classroom doors they were greeted by a woman waiting for them. She had purple eyes that matched her flowing hair of wisteria blooms. She raised an eyebrow at their connected hands but didn't say anything about it.
"You must be Midoriya and Toga, I'm your homeroom teacher, , it's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted, and after they both greeted her in kind, she continued. "You're both new to the school district so I'm going to be introducing you. Midoriya, you'll be first, come in when I call for you."
Himiko was still gripping his hand as if he would disappear if she let go. Still resembling a strawberry, he turned to her.
"I-I'm surprised you r-remembered me." He said, breaking the silence.
She turned her head from where she had been staring blankly at the classroom door to meet his gaze, "I would never forget my hero," she said while rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.
Before Izuku could pass out, he heard the teacher call him in. Himiko released his hand and he walked into the classroom.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself," Ms. Sato said while gesturing to the waiting class.
"I-I'm Midoriya I-Izuku, I hope we get along," he greeted nervously. He really hoped the school uniform was the only thing this place had in common with Aldera.
"What's your quirk?" A somewhat snide voice asked. Izuku looked up to see a blonde haired boy smirking derisively at him.
"W-Well I-It does a lot of things so I just call it Superpower. It's a stockpiler that only manifested a few d-days ago due to its complicated nature." He supplied the cover story that Nezu himself had cooked up. It was vague and due to the nature of stockpilers the lateness could be explained away.
"Useless then," the blonde sneered.
Izuku looked down at his red high top shoes, he could feel the hope that this school would be different from Aldera crumble, 'I'm really useless anywhere, aren't I?' He thought.
"Shut up Monoma! Just because you can't copy his quirk doesn't mean it's worthless." An aggressive voice called out from the back of class.
"To me it is," Monoma snidely commented.
Izuku looked up in surprise. The boy didn't mean that he was useless? Only because he couldn't 'copy' his quirk? He looked to see who had called out the rude boy and recognized Rumi in the back corner with her feet up on the desk, wearing ankle warmers.
"W-Wait, you can copy quirks that aren't stockpilers? That's so cool! How do you copy them? How many? How long? What about mutation types? Do you automatically know how they work once you copy them? Do they feel different? Can you have multiple active at a time?" Izuku rambled out his questions.
Ms. Sato clapped her hands, "OK, let's move on. Midoriya, go ahead and take the seat next to Oguro in the back."
Izuku went beet red realizing he had been rambling about quirks. He quickly made his way to the open seat to Rumi's right. After sitting down he looked to her, "T-Thank you Oguro-san for saying that."
Rumi smirked, "Call me Rumi, I hate formalities, and don't mention it. Monoma is an asshole and I could tell you were misinterpreting what he said."
Ms. Sato called out for Himiko to come in. She walked into the class but she was wearing a look that seemed unnatural on her. He almost couldn't recognize her, it was like she was wearing a mask.
"She's dangerous.." Rumi said to herself quietly enough for only Izuku to have heard.
He knitted his eyebrows together, 'Why would she think Toga is dangerous?' He thought.
Rumi looked at him and whispered, "It's part of my quirk, I can sense the danger someone would pose to me."
He was so sick of muttering…but wow that was a cool aspect of a quirk and really similar to Danger Sense in a way.
Himiko gave a similar introduction as him while they were whispering, Monoma immediately asking the same question he had asked Izuku.
"My Quirk is called Transform." Himiko answered curtly.
"How does it work?" Monoma rudely asked.
Though Himiko's mask didn't falter Izuku could feel so much fear coming from Himiko that he almost gagged at the sensation.
"I can transform into someone else but I have to…love them." She hesitantly said.
Izuku could feel her emotions waver when she mentioned 'love'.
'Maybe it means they're lying? But why would she lie about the requirements of her quirk? Love could mean a lot of things, maybe the truth was just inappropriate for the setting?' He mused to himself.
Monoma scoffed, "Another useless quirk."
"Monoma! I gave you the benefit of the doubt but you just earned yourself detention after school! I won't have any discrimination in my class, am I clear?" Ms. Sato said, eyeing Monoma in challenge.
Momoma hung his head, "Yes Ma'am."
"Toga dear, go ahead and take the seat to Midoriya's right." Ms. Sato said.
The second Himiko sat down, the girl occupying the seat in front of him spun around in her seat. She had welding goggles pushed up to her hairline of pink dreadlocks and had yellow eyes with crosshairs for pupils. She had dark bags under eyes and had a manic smile directed at him and Himiko.
"You have to love someone for your quirk?! How do you know you love them!? Do you get their quirk!? Why do you have cat eyes!? They're pretty! Do you have claws!? I'll make you some! And you!" She yelled, turning her focus to Izuku. "What exactly does your quirk do!? Why was it so late!? That's weird even for a stockpiler! Why is your hair so fluffy!? I'm going to touch it!" She asked, getting more excited with each question and beginning to reach her hand out to Izuku's hair.
"Woah, down Mei!" Rumi said not unkindly, effectively halting the barrage of questions and attempted petting.
"Ugh fiiiine," the manic pinkette exclaimed before turning around and slumping into her chair.
Rumi leaned over, "Don't worry about Mei, she just gets excited about quirks and support gear. Just don't touch her goggles. Ever."
"Ha! You mean she's a freak." Monoma said, having overheard the conversation.
"A week's detention! And I'm calling your parents Monoma!" Ms. Sato yelled.
"He's just mad that Mei laid him out once for touching her goggles." Rumi whispered.
"Now. Let's start class." She said more calmly.
After getting lunch from the cafeteria and searching for Himiko to catch up with his almost friend, he finally found her on the roof alone.
She was drinking from a thermos and had a fanged smile as she closed her eyes in euphoria. This was the Himiko he remembered from all those years ago.
"Hello Toga-chan," he called out in greeting.
Her reaction was immediate and confusing. Her smile fell from her face and her eyes went wide before narrowing to slits as she began reaching under skirt, Danger Sense nudged in her direction.
When she saw him her face softened and she brought her hand back out from under skirt and quickly capped her thermos.
"Himiko, call me Himiko," She said.
"O-Ok Tog-Himiko," he sputtered out. Why had Danger Sense gone off?
"Do you mind if I j-join you?" He asked, face warming.
She smiled up at him showing off her fangs, "I'll never mind you joining me."
He muttered out a thank you as he sat on the edge of the roof near her. Nobody spoke for a few tense seconds before Izuku mustered up the courage.
"Why did you get pulled out of school all those years ago?" He decided it would be best to get right to it, it had been bothering him for ten years now.
She didn't answer right away. He could feel fear coming off her again. He didn't understand, why would she be so scared? At first it was when someone had asked about the specifics of her quirk and now about why she left.
"Himiko, was it because of your quirk?"
Her eyes widened, "H-How did you.."
"A part of my quirk lets me know what people are feeling, it's like a sixth sense. I could feel your fear when Monoma asked about your quirk and again when I asked about why you left. Just figured they were related." He shrugged.
She sighed, "I kind of lied earlier when I said I have to love the person to transform..I have to drink their blood. That day at recess was when my quirk first manifested. I always want blood, especially from the people I love, I want to be more like them, I want to become them. My Mom pulled me from school after she found out."
Izuku pulled out a notebook and began writing. "That's an amazing quirk, perfect for heroics! Do you get nutrients from blood? Do you need some now? Do you want mine? Does it have to be fresh? What if the blood is from two people? How long after you drink it can you transform? Do you get their strength or just appearance? What about quirks? What if you donated blood while transformed? What about clothes? What abou-"
He was cut off by the sound of sniffling. He looked up to see Himiko with tears running down her face despite smiling.
"You…you really think I'm not a monster?" Himiko asked in a quavering voice.
"What!? No, why would anyone think that!? It's just blood!" Izuku rushed to reassure. After a decade of bullying Izuku didn't so much as blink at the sight of blood anymore.
"But I'll never be normal.."
"Psh! What's normal? Normal hasn't existed since the glowing baby was born." Izuku huffed.
Himiko wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at him like she had so long ago, with pure adoration. This time he could feel the emotion as well as see it, there was something else there too but not something he recognized.
"Give me your number, I'm not losing track of you this time." Himiko demanded.
After sputtering and exchanging phone numbers they ate their lunches in comfortable silence save for the soft cooing Himiko let out anytime she drank from her thermos.
Once school let out Izuku began walking towards Ogre's Gym for his after school training when Rumi ran up beside him.
"Why didn't you wait for me, asshole?" Rumi asked the moment she had caught up to him.
He really couldn't figure out if she disliked him or not, maybe she was just brash like Kacchan had been?
'Hopefully she has more in common with Kaachan than Bakugou.' He thought.
"I asked you a question, Runt." She stated, having grown impatient.
Runt? He looked at her, she was taller than him but not by much, if you didn't count the ears.
"S-Sorry Ogur-Rumi," he corrected upon seeing her glare at the formality, "I'm used to leaving as fast as possible."
Her face softened slightly, "Bullies huh? Well after you get some training in, you'll be kicking their asses!" She yelled while clenching her fist in the air showing off her toned arm.
"O-Oh no, I'm training to be a hero, n-not for fighting bullies." He muttered out.
He felt her mood change immediately, it went from excitement at the thought of a fight to fear, borderline despair.
"No! You have to fight back!" She cried out, before blushing enough for it to barely be seen through her tan skin. She turned and ran ahead of him.
'What was that?' He thought.
Once Izuku stepped into Ogre's Gym he saw Rumi dressed only in small black running shorts, her small white tail sticking above the waistline and a black sports bra showing off her well muscled physique. She was already sweating as she wailed on a heavy bag with a flurry of kicks, her abs glistening as she twisted for each kick.
"There ya are pipsqueak! Go get changed and in the ring, we'll work on the basics." Mr. Oguro said, making his presence known.
"And don't worry about sparring with Rumi yet, she'd kill you!" He added, misinterpreting Izuku's staring for nerves.
After blushing and rushing to the locker rooms and changing into his black gym shorts and a white t-shirt that read 'tank top' he made his way to the caged ring at the center of the gym.
Mr. Oguro was waiting for him wearing black gym shorts and a white tank top. He took a look at Izuku's shirt and squinted.
"Ha! We match!" He joked, flashing a smirk.
Izuku could hear Rumi off to the side give an exasperated 'ugghh'.
"Down to business! We're going to get you started on boxing and wrestling."
Izuku glanced over to Rumi, "Not kickboxing?" He questioned.
"Kicks are great and all but only if they can't be countered," he looked to Rumi, "with her quirk, her body is tailor made for kicks, you however…well just try kicking me." Oguro said, motioning Izuku forward.
Izuku went for a high kick, trying to imitate the way he had seen Rumi do, only for Oguro to catch it under his armpit.
"See? Now I can do whatever I want with ya," he said, throwing a jab at Izuku's face with his free hand.
Danger Sense flared as time slowed, BlackWhip activated and wrapped itself around Oguro's fist halting it.
"Neat trick kid, but no quirks during training," Oguro said as he brought his head down and headbutted Izuku before Danger Sense could trigger.
Izuku lay on his back, nose bleeding as he stared at the ceiling. 'Seems Danger Sense and Black Whip aren't impossible to get past, maybe it has to do with sensory overload like Hikage said.' He thought, Cell Activation already stopping the bleeding.
Turns out that with the time dilation from Danger Sense learning technique was much easier than he had first thought. After a grueling training and workout session with Mr. Oguro and rinsing off in the showers he walked out of the locker room with his bag slung over his shoulder to see Rumi just now finishing her workout and toweling off her sweat while eyeing him.
"How the fuck do you not look tired?" She asked.
"Ah, that's because of my quirk, it heals, gives me more stamina, and cuts down on recovery time…well part of my quirk at least." She added sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well that's fucking cheating," she crossed her arms over her chest, "is that why you're so jacked?"
His face reddened, "I guess, I can use it on you too…if you want."
She crossed the distance and was in his face immediately, "YES! I want to be jacked like Maverick! Hurry up, hurry up!"
Panicking at her proximity, he activated Cell Activation and Evolution at the same time without noticing. Seeing his glowing hand she grabbed it in hers. Her Ruby eyes glowed with power, and after a few seconds he stopped and she let go of his hand.
"Woah, that felt weird. I feel like I could go for a whole 'nother workout though!" She yelled, posing and flexing her arms.
After saying his goodbyes, he began walking to the train station.
He was walking down an empty street when he felt a similar sensation as Shimura Nana appeared before him.
"AHHHH!" He screeched in surprise.
"Oh calm down you big baby," Nana said, covering her incorporeal ears. "It turns out I still have a fan left!" Nana said while posing heroically, her hands on her hips.
"Wait, you're Maverick!?" Izuku said shocked, he had heard of the hero, she was well known in her time.
"Ha! Maybe I still have two fans left!" She said, swelling with pride.
The next few days went by similarly, he ate lunch with Himiko on the roof, got his ass handed to him by Oguro after school, and used Cell Activation on Rumi after each workout. Rumi had been complaining about being starving all the time now and was starting to gain more muscle. It was subtle but he noticed her muscles becoming more defined over the week.
It was Friday and Izuku was almost to school when he heard something he did not like the sound of.
"I told you to do our homework, freak!" A masculine voice sounded from an alley.
Izuku turned the corner to see the girl that sits in front of him, 'Mei' Rumi had called her. She was cornered against the fence in the alley by five upperclassmen from their school.
Then the boy in the middle grabbed Mei's goggles off her head and held them high.
"I'll give these back once yo-"
"Don't touch my goggles!" Mei roared before punching the boy in the nose hard enough for Izuku to hear the cartilage crack.
As the boy reeled back, Mei snagged her goggles from him. The other four boys cornering her rushed forward and began pushing, punching, and kicking at her.
Mei was swinging at anyone that came close enough, it was sloppy technique but she was obviously stronger than she looked, judging by the sounds of the impacts.
Before Izuku could think what he was doing he was rushing forward, but before he could reach them a white blur shot past him.
Rumi kicked one of the boys in the ribs so hard that he knew ribs had to have broken as the boy bounced off the wall of the alley and landed in a heap.
Izuku reached the group and began pulling them off of Mei who was still swinging wildly, despite the number of hits she had taken.
When some of the boys began focusing on him, Danger Sense triggered but he consciously tamped down on Black Whip when it tried activating, he didn't want to get charged with unlawful quirk use.
Thanks to Danger Sense and a decades worth of bullying he was able to dodge their wild swings with relative ease, these guys had nothing on Bakugou's ferocity or combat instinct.
The close quarters of the alley and proximity of allies seemed to be hampering Rumi's ability to go all out. She was kicking the bullies into walls with superhuman strength but they were ganging up on the biggest threat, every kick she managed to land meant taking three punches from the others.
Both girls were awe inspiring but they were flagging, and he was still only dodging, taking hits on occasion.
"Fight back Runt! How are you going to be a hero if you can't even save yourself!?" Rumi yelled over the melee.
She was right…he had to start fighting back at some point or he would only become a martyr, not a hero.
He dodged another sloppy blow then he struck out in turn, using every muscle, all the way from his toes to his knuckles. When his fist connected to jaw the bully slammed into the chain link fence and slowly slid down it, unable to rise again.
Once all of the bullies were groaning on the ground he surveyed his surroundings. Rumi, Mei, and himself all sported matching split lips and bruised faces as they were bent at the knees breathing hard.
"Knew..you..had…it in you." Rumi wheezed out.
After a second of silence the three began laughing at the absurdity of it all. He activated Cell Activation and held out his glowing hands in offering. After explaining to Mei that it would heal her they all clasped hands, healing their cuts and bruises.
Nobody noticed Himiko peaking around the corner of the alley with a knife in hand, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw the blood now trailing down her chin.
Even after healing the bullies a bit, straightening their uniforms up, and getting to school nobody noticed Himiko's glances in class. Izuku however, did notice her radiating the same emotion from earlier in the week that he couldn't recognize.
Once school let out for the weekend he waited by the front gates for Rumi having learned his lesson the first time.
When Rumi showed up she wasn't alone, Mei and Himiko were with her.
"Himiko found out about our scrap and they both wanted to learn how to better defend themselves so they're going to start training with us as well as joining our study sessions on Sundays." Rumi announced, leaving no room for argument.
He didn't miss her emphasis on using 'study' instead of 'tutoring'.
"And don't worry, I'll be training them. It won't cut into your one on one time with my old man. Besides! Now you'll have three babes to gawk at!" Rumi said, letting out a belly laugh and gripping the other girls' shoulders.
"S-Sounds good to me…t-them learning how to defend themselves that is." He nervously replied having realized there would be two more beautiful women wearing workout clothes around him.
After arriving at Ogre's Gym and changing he saw Rumi training Himiko and Mei. Himiko was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her curves and a dark red tank top that exposed her toned stomach. Mei was wearing men's gym shorts similar to his but rolled up at the waist and an oil stained white t-shirt that had the arms cut off exposing her surprisingly muscled arms. Rumi smirked when she caught him looking at them.
"Enough enjoying the scenery, get in the ring, pipsqueak! Today we're learning Krav Maga!" Oguro said, startling Izuku.
After that beating he had never been more happy to have Danger Sense and Cell Activation.