Author: undefmidi
2018
Boku no Hero characters, original story and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.
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Chapter 9 – Curiosity
Izuku, almost every day, trained in the morning. He went to the school gym and just did his exercise routine. Even after inheriting One for All, he had to train in order to get in shape, and unlock more of the potential of his quirk… The path to becoming a hero, or even, the symbol of peace wasn't an easy one; and he understood it.
That's why he pushed himself more and more every day. In the beginning, he vomited, grunted in pain, had sore muscles for days to follow, and more… But he continued; he never gave up, even with his mother's occasional worried questions, or with the concern that some felt towards him…
But he had to suffer more than anyone else in order to stand where they were, where he wanted to be. Izuku didn't receive his quirk out of luck, nor when he was born, nor by any quirk-marriages… He got his quirk by pure, gut-wrenching training and effort.
And there he was—U.A. Academy, the no.1 school for wannabe heroes, and Japan's most famous institution related to heroes. With a big plethora of professional heroes teaching under the school, and with huge support from the government, U.A became the biggest target for those wannabe heroes.
But not just that, he was the disciple of the no.1 hero, All Might, and even inherited his quirk… He couldn't ask for more and even felt like he didn't deserve anything (much to the dismay of All Might, that had mentioned to Izuku that he got all of that by his own effort).
Shrugging his usual contemplation, Izuku focused back on the punching bag. His hands were calloused from his training; he was still getting used to this new regimé that incorporated boxing and taekwondo, along with some physical endurance exercises.
He was by himself at the gym, at 5 'o clock in the morning. That calm solitude was something he enjoyed and often longed for. After long periods dealing with studies, training, and social interactions, he needed that alone time. As an introvert, he was like a battery: After interacting for a long time, he would be discharged. Being alone was like charging the battery, and it made him happy.
And with a punching bag, he could focus less on the issues, problems, and worries of his school life. With every punch, the bag was pushed away; but the gravity always pulled it back in its place. Izuku took the challenge of winning against the bag.
With sheer strength, he punched the sandbag, sending it back again and again.
Jab; Cross; Hook; Uppercut—With that simple combination of basic moves he gradually got used to the boxing style and instinctively began to incorporate it into his hero training.
He repeated the moves more and more, his steps began to get faster and a smile plastered across his face. His eyes held no hesitation, only the strive and determination he always had to become a hero. The bag was gradually pushed back more and more, and Izuku's moves only got faster and faster… but even then, he was only a beginner and they were sloppy.
He had no defenses up; he only attacked. However, he didn't care about that at that moment: It was only him and the bag in a rhythmic dance; back and forth, back and forth.
The intense Waltz of training only got more intense, and the sweat was violently and irregularly trickling down on the floor. He took one step further.
The bag began to touch the ceiling that it was connected to, making loud thump noises. His stance was broken completely as he entered his 'Madman' state. He punched harder and harder until—
"Thump!"
The bag fell, letting its contents fall on the floor, and Izuku felt the joy of winning… but not for long.
"I… should've… paid more attention… to my stance…" He thought out loud amidst his gasps for air.
He got carried away and forgot about his training, defeating the purpose of his whole clash with the bag. Without much air on his lungs, he crouched and placed his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
After recovering his oxygen, he lifted himself back up and looked at the mess he made. At that moment he cringed, and felt really worried that he would be punished by destroying school property… Well, he had to clean it up, at least.
But before doing anything he noticed how sweaty he was; his shirt was glued onto his back like a leech, and his hair was even messier. Izuku looked around and confirmed that no one was there with him. After that, he grabbed the hem of his shirt with his both hands and pulled it off; he was now shirtless.
Izuku wasn't a fan of being shirtless, so much so that he actually covered himself up while changing the boy's changing room. He had never felt comfortable being half-naked in front of anyone, courtesy of his mother's constant worries when he hit puberty.
He placed the shirt on his backpack and stretched. Instead of the skinny-nerd that anyone would expect, Izuku had a really toned body. However, it wasn't on purpose or anything like that: His training had paid off, not only in skills, but his body also changed. All Might's schedule had transformed the wimpy nerd that Izuku was into a strong, toned man.
After his stretch, Izuku picked a broom and began to clean the mess he'd made…
"W-Wha…?!" A really low voice could be heard outside the gym. Nejire stood there, looking at the shirtless-Izuku. Her face was drowned in red, and her ears burned like embers. She could only look at the boy's body.
He always gave a nerdy and shy kind of vibe, so the speculation of a bulky Izuku had never even crossed her mind. She was fuzzy and couldn't think properly; all she could do was to look. He seemed so strong right then… Even though she noticed his selfless behavior, his shy demeanor, and his introverted nature, she knew he had some kind of physical strength, but not to that length.
Izuku cleaned the floor with care, not wanting to leave a mess. Most people would leave it to the janitor, or just call some kind of authority, but Izuku took initiative and action. That was, however, something that Izuku developed while studying at U.A. His fight with Todoroki only enforced that.
Nejire admired his actions and kept looking. She clutched her chest tightly, her heart tapped against her chest like an orchestrated band. At that moment, it wasn't Izuku's body, feats or his actions that hooked her…
It was something mysterious, inexplicable and invisible. No apparent reason, no real motive. Just like a spider's web, she was entangled with Izuku. Nothing could fully explain that feeling in her heart, the melodical beating in her chest, or the kissed-red face… Someone could say what it was, but not justify it.
She continued to look at him, and her eyes were focused on one point; one sole place that outshined all the others—His eyes. They were beautiful pristine-emerald ones. The pair was glimmered in tenderness and care; kind of roundish, they were the definition of gentle.
His body may have called her attention, but it was only the trigger of things that were already being built up. Since the Sports Festival, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. His battle with the bi-colored hair, Todoroki, worried her to the core. That first encounter with him was engraved inside her heart… So on, and so forth.
He may have been a freshman, someone less popular, plain-looking, full of scars, too self-conscious, and be filled with flaws… But even then, with all of those things that could build a wall between them, he was Izuku… That's all she needed.
Those things were getting clearer to her. She wasn't dumb, slow, nor dense… But she was certainly curious. Of course, she was curious at his quirk, but something new perked up on her… Something she had never experienced before.
She was curious about the smallest things, things that she would never even have paid attention before.
What is his favorite color?
What is his favorite food?
What does he like?
Is he a fan of a certain show?
And the questions couldn't stop coming through. No one had ever perked so much interest, so much curiosity in her before.
She may not have held many conversations with him or known him for much time. She may not have had any kind of backstory with him or anything like that…
But she couldn't help it…
Nejire continued glancing at him and placed her other hand on top of her heart. In that instant time stopped. It may have happened only for her, but it still happened. In that specific time and place, she was linked, completely infatuated.
He wasn't a prince, he wasn't someone rich or someone she knew for much time…
"But… I love him…" She confirmed it with herself. Finally looking away, she closed her eyes and smiled tenderly.
With a stupid reason for seeing his body, the trigger was finally pulled. There wasn't any justification for loving him, but she still did.
Her Curiosity only grew from that point on.
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