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Ring! 

The sound of Chuuya’s phone ringing startled him, though it shouldn’t have. He should be used to these surprises by now.

Chuuya picked up the phone and say the caller ID.

It was the kid from the day before, whose name was Midoriya Izuku.

Chuuya answered the call.

”Hey, Chuuya-kun!” Izuku said excitedly.

Chuuya had insisted beforehand for Izuku to not call him by his family name, because he didn’t want to be reminded of the events that happened a year prior, specifically, Dr. N, or Dr. Nakahara. While Chuuya knew that N only called himself Chuuya’s father as a manipulation tactic, Chuuya had taken N’s family name simply because he couldn’t remember his when he was found by the sheep.

”Oh, hey, Midoriya-kun,” Chuuya said, not really trying to match Izuku’s tone. It was relatively early, just about 8 am.

”I told you, you can just call me Izuku,” Izuku said, his upbeat tone faltering into a more frustrated one.

”Oh, sorry Izuku-kun,” Chuuya said.

”It’s fine,” Izuku responded. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you are doing anything today.”

”Uh, I don’t think so, no,” Chuuya replied.

”Well, uh, do you want to train for the entrance exam with me?” Izuku asked.

Chuuya had forgotten that he’d told Izuku about him wanting to go to UA, and that Izuku wanted to, as well.

”I mean, sure,” Chuuya replied.

”Okay, there is a scrap yard over by an alleyway, text me your address and I’ll meet you there,” Izuku said.

”Okay,” Chuuya replied.

They hung up and Chuuya texted the apartment address.

He stood up from his bed and put some clothes on. It was his normal mafia outfit, because he didn’t really have a lot else.

He picked up the hat he had gotten the year before. It said ‘Rimbaud’ on the inside of it, and Chuuya just held the hat in his hands. He only decided to wear it not too long ago, but it still felt wrong for him to be wearing something that never truly belonged to him. Nonetheless, he put it on.

He grabbed his phone and put it into his pocket, along with his keys. He opened the front door to his apartment and walked out, locking the door behind him.

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After waiting for a while, Chuuya saw Izuku’s face coming towards him.

Izuku had an eyepatch over his black eye, and he had some normal clothes on, instead of his uniform. It was the weekend, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be wearing it anyway.

”Alright, just follow me to the scrap yard,” Izuku said, grabbing Chuuya by the wrist.

After walking, the two made it to the scrap yard.

”Alright, what kind of training do we do?” Chuuya asked.

”I was thinking some combat training,” Izuku replied.

Chuuya smiled slightly. He was skilled in combat. This kid had no idea who he was dealing with.

”Okay,” Chuuya said. “You can start first.”

Izuku put his arms up in a fighting position and lunged towards Chuuya.

Chuuya stepped to the side, dodging Izuku’s puny attack.

”No offense, but you’re not going to be able to defeat anyone with raw strength,” Chuuya said bluntly.

“How so?” Izuku asked, getting up from the ground.

”Well, first off, your form is just all wrong,” Chuuya said. “Second, you’re only attacking using your own raw strength. In real battles, you need to strategize, then attack using multiple methods, not just raw strength.”

”If you know so much, then you don’t you attack?” Izuku said, dropping any previous energy and just sounding condescending.

”Alright,” Chuuya said, activating his ability.

His body was outlined in a red glow, similar, if not identical, to Arahabaki’s. After all, his ability isn’t actually his.

Chuuya tossed up a piece of metal from the ground and held it in the air with his ability. He then flipped onto it, appearing to float.

”Hey, wait, is using your quirk cheating?” Izuku asked.

”No, of course not,” Chuuya said, dumbfounded by the question. “In real battles, not using your quirk is stupid, because then you’re just an easy target for death.”

Izuku listened, looking up at Chuuya while he explained.

”Oh,” he said after the lecture was over.

”So,” Chuuya said. “What exactly is your quirk?”

”It’s a strengthening one, nothing special.” Izuku replied. “So, what’s yours?”

“Oh, mines called ‘Upon The Tainted Sarrow’, and it allows me to manipulate the gravity of objects and other people, myself included,” Chuuya explained.

”Really? That’s cool,” Izuku said. “But how exactly am I supposed to fight you up there?”

”Use your head,” Chuuya said.

Izuku stood there, thinking.

At last, it looked like he finally came up with something.

Izuku reached down and grabbed a piece of metal, and threw it at Chuuya. It didn’t even reach him, but now at least Chuuya had something to do.

Izuku continued throwing the scraps, and Chuuya continued to run around and dodge them.

Either he has terrible aim, or he’s trying to tire me out, Chuuya thought.

After a bit of Izuku just throwing the metal pieces and Chuuya dodging, Chuuya got down and deactivated his ability.

Izuku threw another piece of metal at Chuuya, and Chuuya caught it like it was nothing.

It was clear that Izuku was tired, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to give up.

”So, did you use your quirk at all?” Chuuya asked.

”Uh, no,” Izuku replied.

”Why not?”

Izuku hesitated before responding.

”Because I can’t control it.”

Chuuya started walking towards Izuku.

“Can you show me your quirk?” Chuuya asked Izuku directly.

”Like I said, I can’t control it, so no,” Izuku responded firmly.

The two went back and forth with each other, with Chuuya insisting Izuku use his quirk, and Izuku saying no repeatedly.

”Just show me it, damnit!”

”Hell no!”

”Come on, it’s not like your going to do much-“

PUNCH! 

A direct hit to Chuuya’s nose.

Blood started gushing out immediately, and Chuuya stumbled backwards. He caught a glimpse of Izuku’s hand, and it was purple, with red lines twisting around it. Chuuya assumed it was broken.

”Fuck!” Chuuya exclaimed.

Izuku immediately ran over. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Izuku asked.

Chuuya looked down and could see blood staining his gloves. It brought back memories he didn’t want to see again.

Izuku ran up to Chuuya, genuinely concerned.

”I’m fine…” Chuuya said, standing up straight.

”I’m still coming with you to your apartment,” Izuku insisted.

”Whatever,” Chuuya muttered under his breath.

The two walked over to the apartment complex.

When they reached the building’s front doors, Izuku said he had to go home, which was probably code for ‘I need to go to the hospital because my whole ass arm is broken or something.’

They exchanged goodbyes and Izuku apologized again. Chuuya kept insisting it was fine.

Chuuya opened the door to the apartment complex and started up the stairs. Once he reached to floor, he say a familiar face.

”Shimizu-san?” Chuuya asked.

”Hey kid- whoa, what the hell happened to you?” Akari asked.

”Nothing…” Chuuya responded.

”Well, you’re coming with me to get you cleaned up,” Akari insisted.

Chuuya didn’t even try to back out, he was tired and the blood didn’t stop flowing.

Akari opened the door to her apartment, and led Chuuya inside.

She told Chuuya to sit down on the couch, and Chuuya immediately passed out.