7. Tutor
Gramma did introduced me to one.
He's a Pro-hero called Meltarmor. He literally can melt anything but living creature with his touch. Anything. Touch! Boom! It turned into goo.
Meltarmor used to work only on rescue mission or clean up after disaster because of the usefulness of his quirk. But now he also works on catching villain. What he can't do with his quirk, he resorts to martial arts.
Meltarmor is smart. Like crazy smart! Though it's hard to see, given his personality, but he is really smart. He can accumulate ten pages information about my quirk and its possible use after two session. He also scheduled a training menu that perfectly suited for someone with my age and built. He listened to my idea patiently and adding his own advice here and there. He did everything he can think of to help me cultivate my quirk to its maximum potential.
... Which is good and all, but by everything, I mean Everything.
Well he's committed. That's for sure.
I think he either found me worthy or it's just his payment for all those healing gramma did to him. Probably a combination of both.
Now. If only he can fix his personality, I'd be a happy camper.
Oh he's a good person. He's a hero for God s sakes.
But damn I want to make him chug a barrel of my poison one of these days.
I won't go into detail.
Let just say he's very very eccentric.
In appearance and personality
I think he's a sadist too... with multiple personality disorders or something... or he's just insane.
Who the fuck force a seven year olds to run around the town fifty times and proceed to make her do three set of stamina, speed, agility, and flexibility training. Then make her do quirk training as well as a sparーAll of those in the span of one day?!
Meltarmor! That's who!
Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for him. I know I'm gonna appreciate his training later when I'm older. But now though? Nope! All my muscles feels stiff and hurts all over. I feel like someone set my body on fire and my lungs has given up on me and left me gasping for breath. I'm bruised for days, Shoji thought I got into a fight or something. I don't even have any strength left to wheeze, let alone standing.
All Might all mighty...
''Come now my discipline! Let's do another lap around the city!'' He laughed. ''You are young and as such building all the necessary muscles from this age would give you an edge from your friends! Come Mary! We shouldn't waste anymore daylight!''
I'd give anything for laser eyes to smite him right now.
At least now I know how Tenten feels with Guy as her freaking sensei.
''You got into a fight again huh?''
I throw up my hand. Ouch, bad decision, the muscles are still throbbing. I winced. ''Noooo! It's him, Shoji! Meltarmor!''
Stop with that unimpressed stare you cheeky brat. I'm being serious right now!
''So you get into fight with Meltarmor.'' He sat on his chair and starts taking out his notes for the day.
I give him dirty glare. ''He called it a spar.'' I threw my bag in disgust. ''While I called it swipe the floor with little Mary.''
''The training will helps you in the future though.'' Shoji shrugged. He stared at the blackboard, not seeing it, deep in contemplation. ''Being trained by a pro-hero is great I think. There's a lot of things you can study from him.''
I glanced at him.
As a person who born into a family with legacy of heroes in it, hero is like an old news to me. Since I was small I always remember meeting a few heroes here and there. Not to mention, given who my gramma is, it's not a far fetched thought that I know that I'm close enough with at least one or two heroes to call them uncles.
Something a person born in civilian family like Shoji must be unable to enjoy as a kid.
You're very lucky
You have privilege.
Don't waste it.
That's must be some of the thoughts that currently running around inside that little octopi head of his.
Well not really, maybe I'm just imagining it.
Urgh, now I feel bad for ranting...
No, stop brain! Stop feeling guilty over this!
I groaned inwardly. Damn my consience, damn it. ''Do you want to join the next session?'' Urgh. ''It's just, you know! If I have to suffer Meltarmor then I think you have to too! Since you want to be a hero too anyway. And you kinda has same built so he must be has few fighting tips for you so you can ask anyway and well if he has more victim then the less he will tortureeee I mean tutoring me andー''
Shoji looks surprised. Then he paused for a bit. Pondering about my question. He sighed and sported a long suffering smile. ''Mary...'' He starts. ''You're not very honest. You know that?''
Fuck the blush on my cheek... and my weak-ass consience.