"You will restore the horizon for this whole section!"
Akemi had tried her best at arriving early for the meeting, but there's no way she's waking up before four to get to the beach. So when she arrived, she just so happened to witness Toshinori-san crush a fridge and said that to Izu-kun, who she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for, despite breaking into quiet chuckles.
She would've laughed, but she's totally not missing the chance to mess with them.
"And as we discussed yesterday, starting from today, you will follow this plan we came up with: the 'Aim to Pass: American Dream Plan'!"
And at this, Akemi almost tripped. Thank God for Yuukori-sensei's ice skating and agility lessons.
So creeping closer, she reached behind them and took a deep breath...
"TOSHINORI-SAN DIDN'T WE ALREADY TALK ABOUT THAT SILLY TITLE?!"
The two jumps, and Akemi crackles.
Ten minutes later saw Akemi standing next to a shrunken down All Might as she lectured the man about his health.
"...seriously here I am a fourteen-year-old girl lecturing a man old enough to be my dad about his heath..." She rubs her brows as the man spats blood again, " oh, COM'ON!"
Next to them Izu-kun is carrying around tires with that comical look on his face, before he seems to trip over his own two feet and lands face-first onto the ground.
Aww, that has to hurt.
She glances at her phone and her eyes widens.
"Oh, I gotta run!" She calls, "I'll be back later on, but right now I've got figure skating practice!"
"Let's see... With the appearance of quirks, the Building Standards Act was revised..."
Izuku rolls his sore shoulders and wines, this sure is tough. But he's got ten months and no time to waste. Kimura-san has already been taking different courses for months before he started, and he's going to be training along side her soon, to expand his energy capacity. He's gotta catch up.
He'll have to replan his own independent schedule. Izuku thought, consciously muttering out loud, "ten-months...-Which-means-there-are-294-days-left,-taking-into-consideration-a-sufficient-recovery-period,-resting-one-or-two-days-in-between,-that'll-give-me-about-98-days-of-actual-training-if-I'm-efficient,-I-can-get-in-about-five-hours-of-training-morning-and-night,-so-that's-about-490-hours.-The-beach-clean-up-still-doesn't-work-out-any-specific-parts-of-the-body-and-my-agility,-and-if-I-don't-work-out-my-entire-body-even-if-Akemi-san-helps-me-regulate-the-power-levels-there's-no-way-I-can-make-it.-To-create-a-body-able-to-adapt-to-any-situation-with-bodybuilding...-I-can't-rely-on-Akemi-san-to-help-keep-me-from-exploding.-Not-to-mention-All-Might-can't-stay-and-watch-me-the-whole-time,-if-I-don't-do-as-much-as-I-can-there's-no-way-I-can-catch-up-like-this.-Anyway-I'll-have-to-cut—"
"Hey Midoriya!"
His teacher's hand made contact with his head, and he quickly covers his mouth.
"Did your encounter with that villain make you go crazy? It's presumptuous to think of getting into UA like that."
The class laughs, and Izuku winces as he shrinks down in his seat.
'Plus studying for the entrance exams...'
"Again!"
Akemi pushed forwards with her skates, speeding up into a backwards position before hitting the ice with her skates and-
Lands with her shoulder again.
"Good. Kimura, you've got the speed down this time!" Yuukori-sensei calls out from the rink side, "Try again!"
Akemi winces, gets up, and finally lands her first double lutz.
"Argh!!!"
Izuku cries out loud as he attempts to push a tire across the sand, Akemi-san's hauling a one-person sofa on her shoulder, calling out as she jogged pass.
"Keep it up, Izu-kun!"
"Argh!!!"
"Argh!"
"Oh, come on." Kōki sighs from above her, "get up, sis, another try. Get that block down and we're done for the day."
Akemi stands up painfully, gets back on her feet, got into a ready position, and as Kōki rushes towards her, she raises her hand into a block and her feet shot out to trip her over, and finally. Finally, this time she puts Kōki into a tight lock, and cheers.
As Izuku hauls a microwave into the back of a truck, Akemi-san gives him a thumbs up as she taps on her clipboard with her pen, winking.
Used to her antics, Izuku shakes his head and smiles back as the girl whoops and yells at All Might for him to search up where the nearest Starbucks is.
Knock knock.
The door opens slowly, and finally, reveals a man in his middle ages in an old plaid shirt.
"Are you Hayazawa Kenjirō-sensei?" At the name the man opens his door fully, "I saw the advertisement on your IG." Akemi gazed up at him with determined eyes, "I want you to teach me, how to draw better."
"Well kid, " the man grins, "You better be ready because you're in for a wild ride."
Akemi grins right back.
"Hell Yeah."
Please RnR for Akemi's lessons!
