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One month was all Izuku had before the U.A. entrance exam would start, and he was panicking at what Himiko was telling him.

"All Might still hasn't given you any combat training?" She asked looking at Izuku as if he were very dumb.

"N-No, that wasn't on the plan he gave me anyway! Why would he need to?"

Himiko's face was blank for a moment before she reached over and pulled on Izuku's cheek very painfully," because Izu, everyone knows the U.A. entrance exam is almost always a written exam followed by a practical."

"Y-Yeah I know that," Izuku winced rubbing at his sore cheek," what's your point?"

"Dummy! Do you think a practical test means having you lift weights? What about people with quirks that aren't strength based? They can't cover all the things some quirks can do in just two hours!"

Izuku was about to open his mouth in protest, but now that he thought about it she was right. There was no way it was as simple as testing an applicant's strength, and the only thing he could think of was some sort of battle test to gauge their strengths and weaknesses.

"W-What am I gonna do!?" Izuku asked panicked.

Himiko gazed at Izuku strangely for a moment, but then she looked away clearly not happy with her suggestion," I could show you some stuff if you want. I'm fairly good in a fight, but I don't know how helpful my style will be for you."

Izuku stared at Himiko open-mouthed and disbelieving. He was just about to decline, saying he wouldn't want to hurt her, but then he remembered how easily she had hoisted him out of that dumpster months ago. Himiko was stronger than she looked.

"A-Are you sure? I won't hurt you?"

The smirk that came over her face made him shudder for the first time. The way she looked at him was very predatory.

"I'll be fine Izu. Just tell me when you're done each day we train. I trust you'd know your limits."

"O-Okay, so when should we start?"

Himiko leaned over Izuku looking out his apartment window seeing it was still fairly light outside," we might as well start right now go put your workout stuff on."

"What about you?" Izuku asked remembering none of his clothes would fit Himiko.

"I'm fine, I won't need any."

Himiko looked at Izu as he stretched across from her. The grains of sand on the beach he'd been cleaning shifted under his movements.

"How should we start," he asked straightening and looking at Himiko as if he was a curious puppy.

Himiko put a finger on her chin. Looking up at the clouds she thought of the best way to get Izu to understand she could beat him easily at this point.

'Oh, I've got an idea,' she thought grinning to herself.

"Come at me however you want," she brightly smiled her eyes never wavering from Izu.

"H-Huh? Just like that?"

"Just like that! Come on!"

Stalling for a moment and then deciding Himiko must know what she was doing, Izu ran as fast as he could at her. His fist pulled back, poised to strike.

Just as he reached Himiko, who had stood still the entire time, his feet were swept out from under him, and Himiko suddenly sat on his chest one finger on his neck.

"You're dead," she cheerful smiled down at the dumbstruck boy.

"Huh?"

"You're dead," she answered again as if it was common sense," so, what'd you do wrong?"

Izuku looked very dejected from his position beneath her," I guess I just ran at you like an idiot, showing I was coming for a punch."

"Yep! But you also didn't expect me to do anything at all while you were. You see why that's dumb right?"

"Y-Yeah, it's not like an opponent is gonna stand still while I attack," Izuku sighed.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! You got it, so make sure you don't show what your next move is until it's necessary for a fight, so don't just think a person will stand there while you wail on them!"

Izuku tried sitting up but realized Himiko was still grinning down at him from her position on his chest.

"A-Are you gonna get off," he asked very nervously.

"Hmm, I wonder," she answered resting a bit more of her weight on him.

"Himi-chan," he whined looking very frustrated.

"Fine! Fine!" She answered standing up and stepping away from him quickly, her eyes never leaving him as she did. After all, she'd be a pretty bad teacher if she fell for a sneak attack.

"So what's your strategy now that you know I can lay you out quickly," she asked not gloating, but genuinely curious about his answer.

"Well I don't have any fighting experience, but you looked like you've practiced that move a lot. You didn't take my legs out until the last possible second, and that looked reflexive too so there's no way I can beat your speed."

Himiko's wide toothy grin nearly split her face as Izuku studied her. The look in his eyes was that of an opponent and no longer someone worried for her safety.

'Ugh! If you look at me like that Izu I might get to excited and cut you,' she shuddered, hand trying to twitch for the knife in her pocket.

This time Izu's approach was slow and methodical, the walk of someone analyzing their prey. Another shudder went up Himiko's spine as her blush spread across her face,' I reeeeeally wanna cut you right now Izu!'

In an instant of decision, Izu rushed toward Himiko his fist cocked back again for another obvious punch. Himiko rolled her eyes seeing she'd have to beat a few habits out of Izu.

Her leg swept at his legs again, but surprisingly this time her leg met the immovable stiff left leg of Izu. He'd telegraphed the punch again to get the same response out of her and then used his superior muscles to take the full brunt of her leg sweep with only one of his legs. Now his readied punch was coming down toward her face.

Himiko's smile nearly split her face as the fist approached, and then was quickly redirected with her lightning-quick hands to pass her. Following up on the deflection she gripped Izu's wrist in a vice, yanking his arm behind his back, and shoving him to the ground. She was back on top of him, this time straddling his back.

Himiko panted heavily, not from exertion, but from restraining her growing need to stab Izu and see him covered in blood.

She could see his sweat-covered neck from his position underneath her, his exposed skin making her pant more heavily.

Her hand restraining his arm gently released the appendage and snaked up to gently caress his cheek," sorry Izu, this is your fault you got me all excited."

Himiko's head lowered gingerly toward his neck, her lips parting as her fangs made contact with his skin.

"A-At least turn me around," his request made Himiko pause for a moment not knowing where it had come from, but she obliged his request letting him roll to his back so he could gaze up at her.

Izu's wide sparkling eyes sent jolts up her spine, the heavy puff of his breath made her chest heave faster than it had been.

She lowered herself again teeth sinking into Izu's skin, the familiar sweet tang of his blood filled her mouth making her moan in ecstasy.

Her eyes glowed in the dark, bright and wide with animalistic hunger. Then Izu's hand brushed over her head, rubbing in fondness and not a vain struggle to escape.

Her wide hungry eyes slowly drooped, and the feral nature of the act changed to an affectionate need to have Izu as close to her as she could.

Himiko pulled away from his neck her eyes slightly watery as she looked down at him," sorry," she whispered.

Izuku's soft smile seemed to make her even more guilty about her assault, but before she could escape he grabbed her by the arms and brought her back down. Her head now rested against his chest.

"I meant what I said. Whenever you want blood I'm here," his hands combed through Himiko's hair.

He could feel her soft shudders racking her body as she wept into his chest," I-I'm sorry I-Izu."

"Shhh, just calm down."

Minutes of silence passed as the pair just lay on the beach, neither caring very much that their clothes were getting sandy.

"You ready to start again," Izuku whispered into the girl's hair.

A hesitant nod met his question as she pushed herself up and off of him.

"D-Do you know why your sneak attack didn't work even though you caught me by surprise," she asked, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater smudging her mascara even further than it usually was.

Izuku thought about it for a moment only able to come up with a few explanations," either it's a matter of an experience difference, your quirk somehow heightening your reflexes, or a bit of both."

"That's right," Himiko beamed her tear tracks forgotten under her approval of Izuku," my quirk gives me already really good reflexes, but I've also been in a good amount of fights, so the experience is a big part too!"

Izuku frowned wanting to ask about these fights she was talking about, but he didn't think she would be quite ready to talk about it.

"How do you think you could make up for the difference in experience?"

"Most people would probably rely on a quirk for that," Izuku figured tapping his head on thought," but I can't do that. Maybe a weapon?"

"That is a pretty good way to bridge some gaps in experience, but if you don't have experience with a weapon you try to use it'll only hinder you if you're bad enough with it. Of course, some weapons don't require too much skill when it comes to using them, for instance, a gun. Just point, shoot, and kill," at that she mimed the actions of using a gun," but if you picked up something like a bat, having no idea how to use it, you might overextend and put yourself in a worse position than you were in without it."

Izuku stared at the girl, she had gone on a tangent almost as long as his own when it came to hero analysis," you like fighting a lot don't you?"

"Nah, I just like seeing blood, and fighting is usually the fastest way to see it. At least when I don't have a handy-dandy Izu lying around," she winked at him.

That worried Izuku even more, he was sure she wouldn't appreciate it but he was very worried for her.

"So you've gotta decide right here if you wanna fight bare-handed or use a weapon."

This drew Izuku's attention, now that he thought about it he hadn't considered how he'd fight beyond just trying to emulate All Might," I-I thought I'd use my hands."

Himiko tapped her chin looking him over," let me see your arms."

Frowning Izuku held out his arms in confusion.

Himiko shook her head," no, I mean let me see them without anything in the way."

Blushing furiously Izuku regretted his choice of clothing when he unzipped his track sweatshirt and there was nothing underneath.

"Oooh, Izu are you becoming an exhibitionist?"

"C-Cut it out in just being practical, if I had to change my undershirt too after exercising I'd be doing a lot of laundry.

Himiko's smile continued as she approached his naked torso. To Izuku's surprise, she didn't mess with him further, and she just ran her hands along his forearms, biceps, and shoulders.

"You can put your jacket back on. You don't have to take off your pants for this, but I'm gonna feel your legs now," Himiko said focusing so intently that the blush on his cheeks was minimal.

Her hands followed the same questioning grip that she had run along his arms earlier, this time following his calves, thighs, and finally feeling his stomach.

This time had been much worse on Izuku, she had been dangerously close to a very sensitive part of himself, and thankfully he'd been smart enough to wear compression shorts under his track pants.

"That's what I thought," Himiko said looking up at the sky with a finger resting on her chin in thought.

"W-What is it," Izuku asked very nervously.

"You're not built for punching," she said very matter-of-factly.

Izuku's heart sank into his stomach," I-I can't fight?"

"Did I say that dummy? No, I said you're not built for punching. You're small like me, and most people like us usually settle for using weapons, but people don't think about other options."

"Like what?" Izuku asked confused. If he wasn't using a weapon instead of his hands what was he doing?

Himiko pointed down," your legs dummy, I swear sometimes you miss the most obvious stuff. Your legs are way more powerful than your arms, so you should focus on trying to get speed along with your strength."

"How do I do that?"

Himiko shrugged," do more leg exercises than arms for the next month. I doubt you'll catch up to all the effort you put into your arms, but you've already built up the muscle in your legs. So now you've just gotta practice repetitive kicks, lunges, and jumps."

Izuku looked down to the sand very dejected," I wanted to punch like All Might though."

A flick on his forehead made him wince," you don't have a quirk like All Might dummy! That'd be a waste of your training, you've gotta accept you're not All Might and do your own thing. After all, it's you saving people and beating bad guys up when you become a hero, not All Might."

Izuku smiled at Himiko nodding," alright thanks! What should I do now?"

Himiko looked around for a second before seeing something that made her smile evilly.

Pointing with a finger at a refrigerator slightly similar to the one All Might had flattened months ago she smirked," kick that for an hour every day at the beginning and end of your workouts. Thirty minutes before you start your workouts and thirty minutes after you finish. Don't forget to switch legs, oh and I'll know if you skip your kicks. Go ahead and start kicking it and I'll show you the proper form once I see how you kick."

Izuku was quickly regretting accepting Himiko's offer of help.