Leisure Time

During those several weeks I introduced mina and kirishma to ojiro and itsuka. We became a tight knit group, training hard every night after school. The dojo became a second home to us, a place where we could be ourselves and push beyond our limits. Sensei Tenga noticed the improvement in all of us, especially Eijiro. His Quirk had come a long way from just hardening his skin; he could now create Spike like armor.

As we trained together, I noticed Mina's Quirk evolving too. Her acid had become more potent, and she could control it with precision, thanks to the intense workouts and the disciplined routine we had at the dojo.

One evening, as we were sparring, she accidentally splashed some acid on the floor. It hissed and sizzled, eating away at the wooden planks. Sensei Tenga rushed over, a stern look on his face. "Mina, you have to be careful," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Your power is growing, but so is your responsibility."

Mina looked down, a flicker of guilt crossing her features. "I know, Sensei. I'll clean it up."

Sensei Tenga nodded. "Good. But remember, we train to control our Quirks, not to cause trouble."

Mina nodded solemnly, and while she grabbed a mop to clean up the mess, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for her growth. Little did she know, her dedication to both dance and martial arts would be crucial in her future hero career.

But it wasn't all about training for Mina. She had another passion that she pursued with the same vigor - dance. Twice a week, she'd leave the dojo early to attend her dance classes, which she kept a secret from us. It was her way to escape the pressure of being a hero-in-training, to express herself in a way that didn't involve fighting or destruction. The way she moved was poetry in motion, a stark contrast to the acid-laced chaos she could unleash.

During those days she was gone our group of kirishma ojiro and itsuka kendo would practice harder than before, pushing each other to new limits. We'd share stories of our day, our dreams, and our fears, creating a bond that went beyond our shared love for heroism.

One night, as we were all wiping the sweat from our brows, Itsuka spoke up. "You know, Karma," she said, panting slightly, "you're getting really good at this. Your telekinesis is becoming almost as strong as your punches."

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks," I reply. "But we've all improved so much. It's all thanks to Sensei and the training here."

Our group's bond strengthens as we continue to train together. After a particularly intense session, we decide to unwind with a trip to the local arcade. The bright lights and the sound of video games fill the air, a stark contrast to the dojo's solemn atmosphere. We laugh and joke, our rivalries and competitive spirits shifting gears into something more relaxed and playful.

Mina excels at the dance games, her body moving with a fluid grace that mirrors her Quirk. Eijiro and I watch her, amazed by her skill. He nudges me, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Maybe we could use some of those moves in battle," he says with a chuckle.

Our days are a whirlwind of school, training, and friendship. We support each other through the highs and lows, our bond growing stronger with each shared victory and defeat.

One weekend, we decide to take a break from the city and head to the beach. The idea is Mina's, and she's practically bouncing with excitement as we pack our bags and head out. The beach is a welcome change of scenery from the concrete jungle of the city, with the scent of the ocean filling the air and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It's a place where we can be ourselves without the pressure of being heroes-in-training.

We arrive to find the beach crowded with families and other students from our school. The sun is high in the sky, and the water is a sparkling blue. Mina runs ahead, her pink hair fluttering behind her like a flag of joy. Eijiro and Ojiro follow, laughing and joking as they chase the waves. I take a moment to appreciate the sight, the sand between my toes a stark contrast to the cold, hard cobblestones of the alley where I first woke up in this world.

Itsuka and I set up our towels and unpack our lunch. She looks up at me, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You know, Karma, you're pretty good at hiding your emotions, but I can tell you're happy."

I shrug, trying to play it cool. "What's not to be happy about? Sun, sand, and friends."

I tease them by saying also 2 beautiful young ladies in bikinis. Mina and Itsura blush while Ojiro and Eijiro laugh.

The beach is a riot of color and sound, a stark contrast to the dojo's disciplined routine. The waves crash against the shore, the salty breeze carrying the scent of the ocean and the distant scent of grilled meat from nearby food stalls. We spread out our towels and set up our little camp for the day, the sand sticking to our feet and the sun beating down on our skin.

Mina and Itsuka quickly change into their swimsuits, revealing toned abs and muscles honed from their intense training. They laugh and splash each other as they run towards the water, their joy infectious. Even Ojiro and Kirishima, with their more serious demeanors, can't help but crack a smile at their antics.

The water is cool and refreshing, the waves just the right size for body surfing. We take turns riding the waves in, laughing and splashing around. The sun kisses our skin, warming us up between dips in the sea. It's a simple joy, one that feels almost alien to me in this high-stakes world of heroes and villains.

Mina and Itsuka are in their element, their laughter echoing across the beach as they challenge each other to daring feats of agility and speed. Ojiro and Kirishima are more subdued, content to float on their backs and let the waves carry them.

I decide to secretly use my telekinesis to pull kirishma's leg underwater, making him squeal like a little kid. Mina and Itsuka stop their race to see what's happening, and when they do, I let go, sending him tumbling into the surf. They all burst out laughing, and even Ojiro cracks a rare smile. It's moments like these that remind me why I've become so attached to them.

We spend hours playing in the waves, building sandcastles, and burying each other in the sand. The saltwater and sun mix to create a scent that's both invigorating and comforting.

As the sun begins to set, painting the sky with oranges and pinks, we gather around a small bonfire we've built. The flames dance in the twilight, casting flickering shadows on our faces. The warmth feels good after the chill of the ocean.

Itsuka pulls out a guitar she's brought along, and she starts to play a soft melody. It's a song I don't recognize, but it's beautiful. She sings in a sweet, clear voice, the words speaking of hope and friendship. Eijiro joins in, his rich baritone harmonizing with Itsuka's melody.

Mina dances barefoot in the sand, her movements fluid and elegant. The firelight casts shadows on her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes. Despite her fears and the darkness in her past, she's found a place here, with us.

Kirishima, ever the cheerleader, claps along to the music, a wide smile on his face. His enthusiasm is infectious, and soon, even Ojiro is nodding his head to the beat, a rare sight. The shy, stoic boy has a passion for music that's as surprising as my own for dance.

As the song reaches its crescendo, I stand up, unable to resist the urge to join Mina. She smiles at me, and together, we dance around the bonfire. Our movements are uncoordinated and unpracticed, but it feels right. We laugh, our voices melding with the music and the crackling fire. It's a moment of pure joy, a reminder that even in a world filled with heroes and villains, there's room for friendship and fun.

The music slowly fades, and we all sit back down, our cheeks flushed and our hearts racing from the dance. We stare into the fire, the flames casting flickering shadows across our faces. There's a comfortable silence, the kind that comes from knowing you're surrounded by people who understand you.

Ojiro breaks the quiet first. "You guys are amazing," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I never knew you could do all that."

Mina grins, her eyes sparkling. "You guys have your own secrets," she teases, winking at Eijiro and Itsuka.

Kirishima laughs, a little self-consciously. "Well, I guess everyone's got their thing."

I propose that we play some games around the fire," Itsuka suggests, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It'll help us relax before we go back to the grind."

"Yeah, like what?" Eijiro asks, curiosity piqued.

"How about truth or dare?" Mina says, her voice filled with excitement.

I swallow hard, knowing where this could lead. But I play along, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Alright, I'll start," I say, looking around the circle. "Truth or dare, Itsuka?"

Her cheeks redden slightly. "Truth," she murmurs, her eyes fixed on the flickering flames.

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" I ask, keeping my voice light.

Itsuka hesitates, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she says, drawing out the word. "The most embarrassing thing I've ever done was when I was little and I peed my pants during a kendo tournament. I had to run off the stage in front of everyone." That is why I am doing martial arts now.

The group erupts in laughter, the tension of our intense training sessions temporarily forgotten. It's moments like these that make me feel alive, that remind me why I'm here. The flames of the bonfire dance higher, casting shadows across our faces as we continue our game. We share stories and secrets, each one a thread weaving our bond tighter.

Mina's turn comes around, and she looks at me, her eyes gleaming. "Dare," she says, a sly smile playing on her lips.

I think for a moment, trying to come up with something that won't be too embarrassing for her but still entertaining for the group. "Alright," I say, "I dare you to show us your signature hero pose."

Mina giggles, the sound as sweet as the crackling fire. She stands up, her damp hair sticking to her neck, and strikes a pose. It's a perfect blend of elegance and power, a glimpse into the hero she's destined to become. Her hands are on her hips, one foot raised, and her eyes are focused on an invisible enemy. "I call this...Acidic Embrace!"

We all burst out laughing, the sound echoing across the beach. Her pose is so dramatic, yet it suits her perfectly. She's always had a flair for the dramatic, something that will serve her well in the flashy world of heroics. As she sits back down, the mood shifts slightly, a hint of nostalgia in the air.

"Your turn, Karma," Eijiro says, tossing me a waterlogged stick to use as a makeshift microphone.

I take a deep breath, trying to decide if I'm ready to bare a piece of my soul. "Truth," I say, my voice low and serious. "What is it?"

Mina grins mischievously, a sparkle in her eye. "Okay, Karma. Who is the girl you like most that you know?

The girl I like is you mina I say with my face a bright crimson. My mind is flooded with thoughts that I just confessed in front of all of my friends.

Mina's smile fades, and she looks at me with a mix of surprise and fluster. "What?" she says, blinking rapidly. "Me?"

Eijiro's eyes go wide, and he stammers, "K-Karma, are you s-serious?"

Ojiro and Itsuka exchange a knowing look. They've noticed the way I've been looking at Mina, the small gestures and the gentle teasing. It's no secret to them. But saying it out loud, in front of everyone, feels like I've just confessed to a crime.

Mina's cheeks are now a matching shade of red. "But why me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I swallow hard, trying to find the words. "Because...you're strong, smart, and you always stand up for what's right. You're the kind of person who makes the world a better place."

I quickly say let's have the next person go in Truth or dare I say trying to get the attention off me.

Ojiro raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Okay, I'll go," he says, looking around the circle. "Truth or dare?"

Mina says dare and Ojiro dared mina to kiss me. She looks at me with a mix of shock and excitement, the fire reflecting in her eyes. She takes a step closer, and the air feels thick with anticipation.

My heart races as she leans in, her lips a breath away from mine. For a moment, everything stops—the laughter, the crackling fire, even the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. And then, she presses her mouth to mine, and the world explodes back into existence with a jolt. The kiss is soft and sweet, a spark that ignites something deep within me.

She quickly runs away as a blushing mess leaving all of us around the campfire as she headed home as she headed home. I sit there frozen for a moment, my mind racing. Did that just happen? Did she actually kiss me?

The silence is broken by Eijiro's loud laughter. "You guys are so easy!" he says, slapping his knee. It breaks the tension, and we all start to chuckle, the moment passing into something less awkward. We finish the game, the night air cool against my flushed skin. I can't help but steal glances at Mina as we pack up to leave. Her cheeks are still a brilliant shade of red, and she avoids eye contact with me.

As we walk back to the city, the stars above seem to twinkle brighter than ever before. The sound of the waves fades into the background, replaced by the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional shout from the street. We walk in a comfortable silence, the weight of our training and the future pressing down on us.

Mina's hand brushes against mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity. She glances at me, and for a second, our eyes meet. Then she looks away, a small smile playing on her lips. Did she feel it too? The connection we shared around the bonfire?

"Hey, guys," she says, breaking the silence. "Let's stop by the ice cream shop before we go home. My treat."

I asked if an ice cream shop is open this late and she said that it's one of those 24 hour places. The thought of something cold and sweet after our exhausting training session is too tempting to pass up. We all agree, and soon we're sitting on a bench outside the shop, licking our cones under the flickering street lights.

The chill of the ice cream does nothing to cool the heat in my cheeks as I remember the kiss from earlier. Mina seems unfazed, chatting away with Itsuka about their favorite heroes. I try to listen, but my thoughts keep drifting back to the way her lips felt on mine. It was just a dare, right? But it felt...real.

She looks over at me and winks playfully as she continues to talk to Itsuka. It's like she's trying to say something without saying it out loud. My heart races, and I can't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. What does she mean? Was it just a dare or does she...?

The next day as we walk back to the dojo, Mina falls into step beside me, her hand brushing against mine. It's an innocent gesture, but it sends sparks through my body. She glances at me, and I see something in her eyes that wasn't there before.

"So," she says, her voice a little softer than usual, "about last night."

I swallow hard, trying to play it cool. "What about it?"

Mina looks down at our hands, then back up at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, I had fun," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I think we should do it again."

My heart skips a beat. "Do what again?"

Mina rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. "The kiss, you dummy."

I blush harder than I've ever blushed before. "Oh. That."

So does that mean you want to go on a date sometime?" I manage to ask, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

Mina's smile widens, and she nods. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The words hang in the air between us, electric and charged. It's like the world has stopped spinning, and all that exists is this one moment. I feel like I'm floating, my feet no longer touching the ground. She actually said yes.

Three weeks fly by in a blur of training, school, and secret dates with Mina. We keep our romance under wraps from our friends, not wanting to disrupt the group dynamic. Our dates are simple, mostly just walks through the park or quiet dinners at a local ramen shop, but every moment with her feels like a victory.

Mina is unlike anyone I've ever been with. Her vibrant personality and sharp wit keep me on my toes, and she challenges me in a way that makes me want to be a better person. I find myself telling her about my past, my old life, and my fears of not fitting into this new world. She listens, her eyes full of understanding and compassion. And when she laughs, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, warming my soul.

But as the days tick down to the U.A. entrance exam, the pressure starts to build. We're all pushing ourselves harder than ever before, our nights at the dojo growing later and more intense. Sensei Tenga notices the change in the air, the tension coiling around us like a tight spring. He calls us over one evening, his expression serious. "You have four months left," he says, his eyes scanning the group. "Four months to become the heroes you're meant to be. Don't waste it."

The words hang in the air like a battle cry, a reminder of what's at stake. We nod, determination etched into our faces. We've come so far, but there's still so much further to go. The exam is notorious for being one of the toughest in the country, separating the wheat from the chaff, the heroes from the wannabes. We can't afford to slack off now.

Sensei Tenga sees the fire in our eyes and nods, a rare smile playing on his lips. "Good," he says. "You're all showing great potential, but potential means nothing if you don't push it to the limit." He tells us about a tournament that's happening in three months, a chance for us to test our skills against other students from various schools.

I want you for to announce your name before you enter UA. Think of this tournament as your first step to becoming a hero.

The tournament announcement sends a jolt of excitement through our group. It's a chance to show the world what we're made of, to stand alongside the heroes we admire. But it also brings a new level of anxiety. The competition will be fierce, and we know that not everyone will make it to the end.

Mina's hand finds mine, her grip tight. "We've got this," she says, her voice filled with confidence. "We're going to crush it."

Eijiro nods, his eyes alight with determination. "Yeah, let's do this."

Ojiro looks at us, a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. "We'll need to train harder than ever if we want to win," he says. "But we're in this together.".

The days leading up to the tournament are a blur of training and strategy sessions. We push ourselves to the brink of exhaustion, each one of us driven by our own ambitions and fears. We know that the tournament isn't just a game; it's a stepping stone to our future careers. The pressure is immense, but we draw strength from each other.

Mina's dance classes become less of a secret and more of an open-book, as she starts incorporating her moves into our training sessions. The fluidity of her Quirk is mesmerizing to watch, and her precision with her acid attacks becomes something to behold. We spar in the dojo, each of us pushing the other to new heights, our movements a dance of power and strategy.

Kirishma is close to developing a prototype version of unbreakable armor. He's able to create the strength of the move. But he's not able to rapidly regenerate it like in the anime.

Ojiro is getting better at controlling his Quirk, which allows him to manipulate his body into a tail-like appendage. His newfound confidence is evident in his spars, his tail whipping around with precision and speed.

Itsuka kendo is enhancing the speed that she can rapidly grow her hands. She is developing a fighting style that she strikes forward with her hands small to reduce Air drag and the moment before she strikes in larger hands for more power.

I have developed my abilities to control six metal balls at the same time to around me. I float the balls around my enemies surrounding them. And I use it to bombard them. While I fight them from one side. I'm trying to develop a defensive style with it as well. But it's a lot harder to control the balls behind me since I can't see the attacks.