(I'm so sorry this is so short but i wanted to leave you guys on a cliffhanger because I'm cruel. Please review, hopefully I will be getting back to uploading a bit more often, so you guys dont wait a whole year or two again lol. The crazy thing is, I already have the next few chapters written, so if i dont post for another year...sorry, I'm just lazy. Anyway happy reading))
"I'm bored." Kaminari dramatically fell backwards onto the couch.
"Well you won't be for much longer." Izuku said, looking up from his computer.
"Ooh what are we doing?" Kaminai asked, sitting up
"Remember how I said I knew the teacher from class 1-A in UA"
"Yeah."
"And you remember how I said he may come over and help train us?"
"...yeah."
"He's on his way."
"I-" Kaminari was cut off by the doorbell.
"There he is." Izuku grinned as he jumped up and ran to the door. Kaminari followed a few steps behind.
Izuku pulled the door open to reveal a man with long black unkempt hair, black eyes with stubble on his chin wearing all black except a really long gray scarf, which was laid out on his shoulders. He almost grinned at Kaminari's cry of surprise.
"Hello Eraserhead."
"Midoriya."
"This is Kaminari." Izuku pointed over his shoulder at the still gaping Pikachu.
Erasure nodded, and walked past him.
"Skip the pleasantries. It's time to train."
"I. Am. In. Pain." Kaminari moaned, leaning back on the couch.
Aizawa had left a few minutes ago, after a long session of brutal training.(A/N I'll be sure to add some actual training later:]))
"Join the club." Izuku sighed, joining Kaminari.
"Is their really a club for people in pain?"
"Depending on the type of pain, yeah."
"What kinds?"
"Emotional. It's called therapy"
"Ooh, I need some of that."
"Yeah well, we dont have much money, and I dont think they give out free therapy to anyone, nevermind two teens trying to become villians.."
"Yeah, you're-"
"You're what!?"
Izuku and Kaminari whirled around, turning pale as they noticed Kirishima standing in the hallway, looking shocked.
(A/N heheh cliffhanger)