The next morning, at 5:30 sharp, all of class A was up. Half awake, but up nonetheless, Dokusei let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms.

"Good morning everyone," Aizawa greeted them. "Today we begin a rigorous round of reinforcement training. This trip's mission is to strengthen everyone's quirk as a whole thereby allowing everyone to achieve their provisional licenses." Everyone was beginning to wake up properly, as the seriousness of everything increased. "This is preparation to stand against and up to real hostility and aggression from your enemies. To prepare your hearts and minds."

Dokusei thought back to his time with Gunhead. How he was almost panicking trying to save Naamah, trying to make something that could've ended in disaster, for her, if he wasn't careful. For himself and Ochako even. If he had gotten anything wrong, they could have met an untimely grave. He shook his head a bit. "Now is not the time to be thinking about the what if's"..." A hand landed on his shoulder as he dismissed his thoughts. Looking to the owner, he saw Mina giving him a calming smile. He nodded to her before turning his attention back to Aizawa.

He pulled out a ball. "With that all said, Bakugo," he tossed the ball to him, "try throwing this."

"This is from the quirk assessment test..." Bakugo said as he caught the softball.

"Your last record was 705.2 meters." He took a few steps back. "Let's see if you improved."

Some of the others were excited to see major change, while Dokusei was just thinking, "we haven't done any extensive quirk training though...?"

Bakugo began to wind up his pitch "Hup, and a-" he launched the ball with an earth shattering boom! "DROP DEAD!"

Anyone who wasn't awake definitely was now. A few seconds passed before a beep came from Aizawa. He showed the results. "709.6 meters."

This got just about everyone confused, even Dokusei. "*I was expecting at least a ten meter increase, not a measly four..."

"In the past three months you have all gained experience. And of course, you have certainly grown." He began to walk closer to the class and stood next to Bakugo. "But that growth has been primarily emotional and technical. Now the time has come to concentrate on the physical advancement as well." He pointed to the mad bomber. "As you can see your "quirks" themselves have only improved, at best, by a marginal amount."

He began to grow his stupid, mocking smile. "So starting today, we'll focus on upgrading your quirks. I'll be pushing you beyond your limits..." His smile grew even wider. "So try not to kick the bucket..."

Dokusei ducked under a rock monster's claw attack, and went under the monster's armpit and grabbed onto the arm to rip it off, quickly succeeding. The monster began to topple over and turn into a pile of dirt and soil. Before the arm he grabbed could follow suit, Dokusei chucked it like a javelin at another monster and downed that one. Dokusei's training was very simple. Fight with as many toxins going through him as possible; the goal was to increase his tolerance cap for a prolonged fight, like what happened in the forest yesterday. Because of the dangers to others, he was fighting the earth monsters Pixie Bob created, instead of working with Tiger; they were fairly far away for any hospital to get to them in a timely manner.

Dokusei had lost his shirt as he fought more and more. Sweat dripped down his lean muscle toned body, as black veins pulsed with his heartbeat. "I got to keep this up for two hours..." He dodged another strike and kicked the beast's head off then kicked it into a friend. "Then I can have a thirty minute break, and go back till four..."

He punched one's arm in the elbow, blowing it out. Next strike was through its chest as it was wide open. "Better thank the Pussycats for the hand protection later..." He had hand wraps over his hands, up to his elbows, and MMA-like gloves over his knuckles.

"Shit!" He crossed both arms to block an attack from another monster, sending him into a nearby tree. It knocked the wind out of him as he tried to catch his breath. The four earth monsters stopped their attack and gave him some space.

"*Pixie Bob says she's sorry, didn't mean for the attack to be that strong!" Mandalay's voice came through his head. Dokusei spat out any poison that built up, and got back up. He wanted to say something, but Mandalay's quirk was only one way.

"That... was weak..." he muttered as he rubbed off spittle with his forearm. "A... a... kitten could hit... harder...!" He rushed in and began to tear apart the four beasts again. There was a little game to it. If Dokusei could defeat all four of them before the first one could come back, he got a little break. He only did that once so far.

His eyes stung as sweat trailed down his face, vision was blurry, but not tunnelling, and his nausea was down so far. However, this had only been the first thirty minutes so far. He still had an hour and a half before his first break. "Fuck... it's going to be a long day..." He ducked under a swipe and went for the monster's hind legs, breaking it from the hip, and climbed on its back to rip its head off. After doing so, he chucked it at the second one's head then pounced on the third, tackling it to the ground.

He punched clean through the beast's chest cavity and ripped out any dirt to keep its shape. The second one jumped onto his back before he could get up. Dokusei was able to reorient himself and used his legs to kick the moving boulder off of him and into the fourth one, who was able to join in on the dog pile. The crashing sound of the two earth monsters ramming into each was satisfying to hear, but the sudden feeling of his stomach turning quickly changed that.

Dokusei got onto his hands and knees before the vomit blasted past his mouth. "Fuck..."

"Sumiteru, go take a water break. I'd had Kouta bring you some." Mandalay chimed in. "We'll continue in ten."

Dokusei couldn't feel the pain of the headache but he felt the pulsing of one; water would definitely help. He slowly got up and walked to a tree with some shade. Kouta was walking up to his training area as he sat down. "Hey kid, over here..." He waved him over. Kouta kinda had a look of shock as he scanned the area; the earth was torn up, trees were toppled over, and Dokusei was covered in small cuts and bruises. "Just set it over there." He pointed to a spot just outside his reach.

"You look like shit," Kouta said as he placed down a small water cooler.

"Well..." He let out a weak chuckle. "That's what happens when you're pumped up on a lot of toxins and fight earth monsters that never tire."

"Sounds like a waste of time."

"Better than sulking over something I could never change."

Kouta looked directly into Dokusei's eyes with a rage only Bakugo could match. Giving him a non-vocal warning to shut up now.

"I don't know what you're going through, but I recognize that look, it's almost like looking into a mirror." He slowly got up and grabbed a water bottle.

"Shut up!" he shouted at him, balling his fist. "You don't know anything! About me or what I've gone through!" Dokusei could see tears building up in the corner of the kid's eyes. "So shut the fuck up and go die like all the other heroes!"

"Do you wish for your aunt to die then?" Dokusei replied calmly after taking a drink.

The kid's face went completely white. "No... I-no..." Before Dokusei could say anymore, Kouta bolted to the forest.

"Poor kid..." He sat back down taking another drink. "I hope he gets better soon..." He looked through the cooler and found a sportade drink. "Oh cherry, my favorite!" He took a swig of that and saw a towel in the cooler. Nothing was cold, but it was refreshing.

Grabbed the towel, he whipped any sweat off his face. Before long he finished his water, and Mandalay chimed back in. "Ok Sumiteru, break's over, get back to it!"

The earth monsters reformed as Dokusei got up. Tossing the towel to the cooler, he rolled his neck. The black veins were still there, but nowhere near as intense. "Ready to get your rocky asses handed to you again?" The four monsters spread out ready to pounce him. "Heh, I'll take that as a yes." He rushed head first into the fray, veins slowly darkening as he did so.

Four o'clock rolled around and Dokusei dragged himself to where his class was. Everyone looked beat as they all walked into the main building, and it looked like Dokusei was the only one to lose his shirt. The black veins had calmed down on the walk back, now a dull gray. The looks he got were more of worry than anything. "You ok, Dokusei?" Ochako asked.

"I'll live, but I really would like to brush my teeth." He vomited about two more times before now; luckily they were spaced out enough that he didn't puke up everything, but water alone could only rinse out his mouth so much. "You're not looking so hot yourself, Care Bear."

"Yeah, everything is still spinning a bit..." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"You're hydrated?" She nodded yes. "Cool, hopefully this gets easier as the week goes by."

The class entered the dining room, where Pixie Bob and a long green haired and yellow eyed woman, Ragdoll, danced before the tables with a bunch of ingredients on them. "Now I told you yesterday would be the last day we help you out!" Pixie Bob said. "So if you want to eat, get off your asses and go make it yourself!"

"Yes... Ma'am..." everyone droned.

Ragdoll let out a laugh as she danced some more. "Everybody's looking pretty raw! That doesn't give you an excuse to do a sloppy job, though!"

Iida went on a small tangent on the need for them to make it themselves, before he turned to his classmates. "The Pros are right, let's make the best curry the world has ever seen!"

Everyone cheered, except for Dokusei, who just looked at the ingredients with disdain. "What's wrong, Dokusei?" Ochaco asked.

"Oh yeah..." A light bulb above Mina's head turned on.

"I can't cook..." Dokusei grumbled.

"It's not that hard to learn, plus we got other people to-" Midoriya didn't finish his sentence.

"It's not that I don't know how to cook, I do." He brought up his hands and wiggled his fingers. "I can't retract these, so I tend to poison the food. I'm fine if I'm making it for myself at least."

"So that's why your mom always cooked for us..." Ochako muttered.

"Yeah, she can retract her claws, so she's fine."

"Can't you just clip your claws?" Sero asked.

Dokusei shook his head no. "I technically don't have a venom sack so the toxins will just keep pouring out." He showed an example by breaking off the claw on his thumb; a toxic liquid began to pour out before his claw grew back rather quickly. "Plus I'd be constantly ripping them off..."

"Wow you really have it rough..."

"I'll stick to cleaning and setting tables." He began to walk away. "Now if you excuse me, I would like to wash up, and get out of what's left of my PE uniform."

He felt a pair of eyes on him as he walked by; it wasn't hard to figure out who. "Cougar, you're drooling all over the ingredients."

A loud slurping sound came from the blond hero. "Am not!" She then pointed at him. "And stop calling me that!"

"Stop acting like one then."

Ragdoll stood by Pixie Bob. "He has a point..."

"You're not helping!" She then turned back to the hall Dokusei went down. "I'll make your training ten times harder!" she yelled.

"Good! I could use the challenge!" he shouted back. The class and Ragdoll began to laugh at the two, before a strong look from Aizawa shut them up.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, all of class A was getting everything ready to make some curry. Dokusei already had the tables set and was passing ingredients to people who needed them. Before long every pot was bubbling hot and ready to serve.

Everyone was wolfing it down, even Yaoyorozu, which surprised Dokusei. "Wow, Maker, didn't think you'd keep up with the two vacuum cleaners we have." He pointed to Kirishima and Kaminari. Dokusei himself had to keep his pace so he wouldn't vomit it back up, a side effect from all of the toxins he had going through him, probably would last till the morning.

"It's because of my quirk; it allows me to alter my fat at the atomic level to create the many things I make. The more I eat, the more I can create."

"Kinda like poop..." Sero said. This made Yaoyorozu depressed and made him earn a punch from both Dokusei and Jiro.

"Dude, apologize and learn to keep shit like that to yourself!"

"Sorry..."

Dokusei finished the rest of his second plate and decided that was enough. Getting up from his seat, he saw Midoriya leaving with a plate. "Yo, Mordy!" He caught the boy's attention.

"Oh hey, Sumiteru, what's up?"

"Just wondering where you're taking that plate?"

"Oh I was going to bring it to Kouta." He looked down at the plate, making sure he wasn't splitting anything.

"If you ask me, that kid's attitude is going to get him in trouble." He crossed his arms. "If not by his aunt, then the proper authorities."

"Well with what happened with..." Midoriya stopped and looked back up. "Sorry I'm not sure if I should tell..."

"If I had to guess, he lost one of his parents." Midoriya's eyes widened. "I highly doubt his folks wanted him to visit his aunt over the summer with the way he's acting."

"His parents were the duo Water Hose."

"Shit..." His heart dropped with his shoulders; he heard what happened to them, brutally killed by a monster of a villain, who was still at large. "That... That would explain a lot." He ran a hand through his hair. "He probably thinks they abandoned him."

"Yeah..."

Dokusei patted Midoriya's shoulder. "Well, good luck with him. I better get back to everyone."

"Thanks!" He sped off towards the forest.

Dokusei went back to his table and grabbed his plate. "Ok, any of you finished with your plates?" He spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. He got a couple of hands raised. "Once you give me your plate, you're done. No more food." A hand or two dropped down. "Ok I'll be collecting and cleaning." With that he grabbed some plates and started cleaning them in the sink.

The banter around the room brought a smile to his face; some actually gave their plate while he was cleaning, saving him a trip.

None of them knew that this would be the last quiet night they'd have for a while.