It was a bright day. The sky was completely cloudless and the sun was warm, with cool air running over his skin.
And Izuku was on his computer in his room wrapped up in a blanket, with tea on his desk, finishing up his blog on the #1 and #2 heroes. All Might and Endeavor.
Izuku was a MAJOR fan of both heroes. Endeavor because the shared a similar quirk to the flaming hero. And all might because it was FLIPPIN' ALL MIGHT!
He was just so incredibly powerful.
Izuku had just finished editing before his door suddenly flew open hitting the wall. "OI! IZUKU! WHAT THE HELL!? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO MEET AT THE BEACH TEN MINUTES AGO!"
Izuku stood shirtless with pajama pants on and calmly stood up and walked to the side of his bed, where his clock rested. "Oops." he said.
"OOPS!?" Bakugo yelled. "IS OOPS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"
Izuku set down the clock and walked over to his closet to grab a shirt. "Yeah pretty much." He said pulling the shirt over his head.
The blonde haired boy stood a the door fuming in his rage. "You-" Izuku quickly cut him off. "Now if you want me to make up for my promise we'll head to the beach after I get some clothes on." Izuku glared at him. "But that means you need to get out, Bakugo."
Bakugo sweat dropped. He turned with his hands in his pockets.
"Fine but don't take too long." Bakugo said as he slammed the door behind him. Izuku sighed as he pulled pants from the drawer.
They always did this. Both Bakugo and Izuku got up early on Friday mornings to spar. It was a ritual they started when they where ten. And it also helped ease Bakugo's temper tremendously.
So now instead of the angry ball of hatred he used to be, he now compares to a lion on a full stomach. He won't attack unless you prod him too much.
Izuku looked into the mirror that hung on his door. His body was fairly muscular for a teenager, having a extremely strict muscle-building schedule. His body was covered in burn marks he accidentally got sparing with Bakugo.
Now fully changed in a tracksuit, with a change of clothes for his school uniform, Izuku walked out of his house. Strangely, he found Bakugo waiting just outside the door.
Izuku smiled "Did you not want to walk down to the beach by yourself again?"
Bakugo turned his head, scoffing "I just. . .thought I'd wait around." He said, heat rising rising from his skin.
This act, as Izuku is familiar with, serves as Bakugo's 'Back off' signal. It usually proved effective because if he produced too much heat, his nitroglycerin sweat would detonate.
If they didn't decide to back off, it would be like Armageddon for for the poor soul.
As far as Izuku knows, Bakugo isn't aware that he does this. So Izuku takes it as a sign that he feels vulnerable.
Izuku patted the explosively-haired boys shoulder. Usually a dangerous move for anyone who isn't Izuku.
"Let's go then." Izuku said walking to the front gate. Bakugo mumbled something and stepped into Izuku's fast pace with ease.
"Race ya!" Izuku said, moving into a full sprint.
"WAIT UP!" Bakugo said, running after him at the same pace.
Before they knew it the where at the beach. It was completely clear thanks to Izuku's "Work out" routine.
Basically he had challenged himself to clean a section of until not even a scrap of metal was left behind. Now the beach was almost perfect for dates.
Bakugo whistled, "Damn Izuku, you did a nice job! There's Not even a scrap of paper in this sand." Bakugo turned to his friend, "You must be finished by now." he said with a look of expectation in his eyes.
I looked around the beach. I then pointed behind him, "There's a place back there I missed," Izuku pointed diagnal from himself, "...and there too," then he jabbed his thumb behind his back, "...there was also a place I spotted when we-" "Stop that!" Bakugo shouted.
Izuku lowered his thumb from his shoulder to his side. He gave Bakugo a quizzical look. "Stop what?" he asked
Bakugo suddenly looked very tired "Every time I try too tell you something good about yourself, you always put yourself back down by telling me what you haven't done or need to do." Izuku was confused. As far as he knows he never does that, "No I don't." He said taking off the top of the tracksuit he wore for combat.
Bakugo sighed, "Let's just spar then." He said trowing off his light jacket, revealing a black tank top.
Izuku eyeballed him, curious about his sudden change of attitude. But he soon shrugged it off, moving into a battle stance. With Bakugo you could never know.
Quicker than sound, the fight was on.
Bakugo sped towards Izuku at frightening speed, moving in with a jab to the side.
Izuku smiled. He always started out a fight with a right handed jab, usually straight to the gut. However, he had decided to mix things up and aimed for the side of his ribs. Not enough to hurt Izuku, but enough for it to stun him.
Izuku dodged the attack, leaning backwards. Bakugo then moved his left arm aiming of Izuku's chest while he was off balance.
But he had misjudged how far Izuku was falling. Izuku fell to the ground rolling. And while Bakugo was still recovering from the surprise, Izuku moved upwards with uppercut. "SHORYUKEN!" Izuku cried as he jumped into the air.
Bakugo sat on the ground massaging his jaw. He then sprang up with his arms behind him.
"DAMN NERD!" Bakugo shouted, frustrated. Mini explosions boomed from his hand and suddenly, he was faster than ever. He was using the recoil from his explosions to boost his speed and practically fly through the air.
Bakugo was now in the air above Izuku as he attempted to kick him in the face. Izuku blocked the attack with his forearm and hardly budged. Then Bakugo leaped off him and came in hot with his left hand.
The explosions on his hand though suddenly flung hum backward. Huh?! was all Bakugo had time to think before Izuku quickly grabbed his arm and held it behind him. he then proceeded to pin him face first into the sand.
"I win." he said with a smile.