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Quinn and Aaravos were instructed to watch the class during the first half of the training, and by half it was longer than it should be for a class, around three hours at the most.
The tall friend leaned their head against Quinn’s shoulder despite them being shorter. Their choppy dark brown hair flopping limply into their face. Her friend brushed their hair out of their face, a rough sigh escaping. Aaravos huffed a breath, their friend is very finicky with hair in people’s faces, absolutely hates it.
Quinn turned their face back to the fights, at the moment the class was fighting Mirio, when he rose from the ground. She quickly glanced away, yells of embarrassment were sounded out. He was butt naked, and she did not want to be scarred for life.
I can’t believe they made us sit out for the first half. What are they? Quirkiest? I could smash someone's lights out! Quinn thought grumbling beside Aaravos. Said teen glanced at her before shrugging, they couldn’t do anything. Having enough sitting around, Quinn trotted over to the mat and began to stretch. Her muscles were aching and hurt when she stretched, but it felt good to relieve the tension from her body. Aaravos could be careless of stretching when they did not have such flexibility.
Quinn didn’t either, but it didn’t stop her from caring for herself, Aaravos doesn’t have motivation half the time to do anything, and it was difficult for them.
“Look out!” She was smashed in the shoulder roughly. It took a moment before the registered pain.
“Motherfucker!” she screamed out, holding onto the injured shoulder. Aaravos moved before they could think. Their friend never swears unless it's necessary, or they're pissed. Quinn rubbed her shoulder in an up and down motion, restlessly, soothing the bruise that might form or might not. “Thank the lord I actually have strong shoulders, otherwise I would've broken it.”
When she turned to what was thrown at her. She glared, noticing it was a ball, which was strange. Since when did this happen?
An ice pack was shoved into her face, she winced as she removed her sweater to wrap the ice pack so it wasn’t so cold against her skin. Aaravos sighed, nudging her to sit down now that she was injured.
“I’m so sorry!” Uravity apologized profusely, Quinn looked her up and down with a weird look on her face.
“Next time, control where the ball goes,” Quinn snapped, tears stinging her eyes as she tried to reign them in. It really hurt. She turned away from the bubbly girl, who hurried away in embarrassment.
“That was a bit harsh,” Aizawa said, walking towards them before leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched his students.
Quinn scoffed. “One time when we were playing a game, one student decided to hit a dodgeball so hard it felt like my eye was bruised for a day. He didn’t even care nor changed the way he played. So now that wasn’t too harsh, in fact Aaravos can back me up on that.” Said teen nodded in agreement. She never gets angry, it's one of the few things that makes others scared of her to make the happy girl angry, and she will know how to kill you quickly and have them never find your body again.
Aizawa said nothing, Quinn walked to one of the punching bags. She glanced at Aaravos who shrugged. Her rage poured out of her as she slammed her fist into a punching bag. She yelped in pain, shaking her hand. “That was stupid,” Aaravos remarked, smirking. Quinn glared at them.
“Har, har, very funny. I needed something to smash my fists in before it ended up in someone's face.” A couple of the classmates who had hearing quirks flinched in surprise, not expecting that type of reply from what they viewed the blonde as cute and cuddly.
Aaravos rolled their eyes, making sure they didn’t push Quinn physically and metaphorically. Their anger was hard to cool, but once pushed to the breaking point, better pray that she doesn’t punch a person. The blonde haired teen rubbed her hand, wincing in pain. Thankfully, the punch did not break skin. “Why are we supposed to wait while Class 1-A fight with their quirks? We aren’t weak,” she muttered under her breath, Aaravos agreed.
The taller teen sighed, “What do we expect from them? After all, they're school officials. And adults on top of that,” They roll their eyes. They start to pick at the skin on their arms, unable to help themselves. Quinn growled, grabbing their arms sharply, she dragged their arms over her shoulders, so their chest rested against their back. Aaravos rested their chin on the shorter one’s head.
A loud sigh escaped Quinn, enjoying the weight, except Aaravos didn’t have any compared to her. The touch was enough to relax her. “Okay. How do we show the hero students we mean business?”
“Murder,” They responded, smiling ear to ear. After a long pause, they sighed.
“No. But we can use my water bottle. Now, where did I put it.” Quinn looked around, smiling at her backpack when she found it. “All you really need to do is create blunt force head trauma, and then they're injured.”
“No. We could poison them, slowly, day by day, and watch them carry it in their stomachs until it slowly, painfully kills them!”
“Where the hell do we get poison from? We have no plants!” Quinn growled in irritation. Unbeknownst to the two teens, they were being watched by the class, who was hearing everything they were spouting.
Aaravos groaned, their plotting being foiled, “You’re right, but I can’t do any of the “blunt force trauma”,” they mocked in an annoyed tone, “I mean, I don’t even have that many muscles to do so.”
“You can’t even drag me around the gym without tearing a muscle,” Quinn countered.
They sighed loudly, taking a moment to relax before chuckling loudly. Aaravos exhaled air with relief. “In all seriousness, we can’t prove anything to them, if they don’t give us a chance. It's like they’re setting us up to fail.”
Quinn flopped back onto Aaravos causing them to yelp in surprise. She turned and blanked once she saw the class, the two teachers and the big three staring at them with wide eyes. “Didn’t your parents teach you, staring is rude? Because from where I’m sitting you're being incredibly creepy.”
“Cough cough ahem! Quinn,” Aaravos said, gently pushing their friend off of them. Looking up at the others, studying their facial features. A mix of horror and concern flashed between them, “Be a bit nicer. Even though, you are correct. Creepy.”
Aizawa with his arms crossed sighed. “Everyone, for the next half. It will be quirkless training.”
Murmurs broke out among the class. Denki, Sero, Bakugou, Mina, Mineta, Iida, Uraraka, Toru, all of them were murmurs of outrage.
“Why do we have to train quirkless when we can train with our quirks?” Bakugou demanded.
Quinn tensed, Aaravos noticing her tenseness, grabbed her arm to prevent her from throwing herself at them. “Relax, we can release the pent-up anger and rage in the rings.”
“Rings?” Midoriya asked, overhearing them.
“Fighting rings, haven’t you heard of fight club?” Aaravos asked, side eyeing Quinn.
“We do not talk about the fight club!”
Fight club? The small green teenager questioned. Are they fighting illegally?
“That is enough! The reason why we are training you quirkless is to prevent you from being stranded in a fight where your quirks are useless,” Aizawa sternly told them.
Quinn and Aaravos stood up, the shorter of the teen was sporting a nasty look on her face, glaring at Bakugou with hatred in her eyes. I am going to love making him bleed, if he gets close to me.
—- —- —- —-
Aaravos rests their feet on a chair as they lean back. Staring at Quinn, wrestling with Mineta. His face kissing the ground as one knee grinds into his shoulder blade, while the other knee pinning the little boy’s knees to the ground. “If you so much as grab me again, I will tear your ears off easily and snap your fingers,” Quinn snarled viciously.
Aaravos gives a sharp howl of encouragement. “You got this, sweetie!”
“Thanks, mom!” the winner yelled back.
They smile, their gaze wandering to the other fights. Aoyama and Koji were calm and more on improving each other. They had turns winning, and then talking about how to counter. Which made the brunette yawn, they glanced at Bakugou and Iida. The fast teen shot forward and punched the blonde boy in the gut, with the force of the speed he was going at, making Bakugou cough. Yelling towards Iida, he punches the square jaw of the class rep. Iida steps back, his hands fly up, trying to stop the blonde from punching.
“You aren’t meant to punch me! You have to counter me.” He said, his voice stoic. Using his hands to try and show the stubborn boy what to do.
“I’ve got it!” He yells out, swinging to punch Iida. As the class rep perfectly counters it.
Studying it, Aaravos closes their eyes, reimagining the counter. A grip on the wrist, the other hand sharply putting pressure on their diaphragm, knocking the wind out of the opponent. Throwing and tripping them down to the ground, behind the defender. Opening their eyes, It’s going to take practice. If I just could do it once, I would know I would be able to… Nodding and grinning.
“Hey Quinn-y? Can I have a turn with the grape boy next?” Aaravos smirked as they eye the curly haired girl, “Even though you’re doing great, I want to try something.”
Quinn glanced up, her eyes hard. The boy underneath her graced her boobs. “You better drag me away before I do something I regret.”
“I know you won’t regret it! Anyway, Mr. Aizawa, get Quinn!” They yell, pointing to Quinn with a shit-eating grin.
The shorter teen turned her head back to Mineta, slowly and twitching like an animatronic. Mr. Aizawa stepped in, wrapping his capture scarf around Quinn. She let out a squawk of outrage, attempting to pummel him. “Let me at him! I won’t hurt him!” She smiles feral as her one eye twitching with rage.
Aizawa yanked her away from the bloody Mineta. “That’s enough! Mineta go get healed by Recovery Girl.”
Quinn was flailing as she hung from the tall teacher’s cape. “He doesn’t deserve to be a hero! He tried to feel me up!” she snarled, scrabbling hard to escape. All this was a ploy, she was extremely disgusted.
“God dammit!” Was heard in background as Aaravos groans in annoyance, “I wanna have a turn trying to kill him! No fair.”
The blond haired friend was set on the ground. Quinn made the attempt to run after Mineta, Aizawa grabbed the back of her shirt. “No, stay.”
“I’m not a cat! Speaking of cats, how's that one cat police officer doing, does he miss me?”
The older teen started to crack their knuckles, wanting to pick the perfect person to test out their new move. With a small girl that is around the same body mass as Aaravos. Sighing, they move towards the shorter teen before stopping and walking back to Quinn. With a smile, they sit and lean against her legs, attempting to make her sit down.
“I’m scared,” They whisper with a bright smile. Quinn flopped down, sitting directly on Aaravos’s thighs. The brunette sighed and smiled as they start gently playing with the curly hair. “Y’know, it’s not that she’s scary. Although she is a bit intimidating. She just seems so cool, and I don’t want to ask her to spar then lose, and then she thinks I can’t fight, or she thinks I’m incompetent. Or! Or I win, and she ends up thinking I’m stuck up.” They rant, keeping a small smile as they stop twirling Quinn’s hair and fidget with their own fingers.
“Who are we talking about?”
Aaravos stared at Quinn for a second, not a sound coming from them, “Jiro.” they sigh out.
“Okay, just go ask her. She’s the most nonchalant person ever.”
Aaravos’s eye twitches, as they grip onto her arms, leaning forward on the side to be seen by Quinn. Their glance unmoving from what was forward, "That's why I don’t want to mess it up. But either way, it’s screwed.”
Quinn sighed heavily, more anxious than annoyed. “Do you think I reacted a little bit too much?”
Aaravos pressed their cheek against their friend in a soothing manner. “No, I would’ve done the same.”
The two teenagers watched as Aizawa assigned who’s fighting who. Quinn in the future was going to be against Bakugo. Aaravos winced, feeling their friend tense in their arms, instinctively they hugged her tighter. Their eyes widened when Aizawa assigned Aaravos to be against the person she was worried about fighting. Kyoka Jiro. Oh, shit. What the hell is this bullshit!? Some kind of horrible fanfic that looks like it was strung by teenagers with no purpose! It just wants me to suffer!? Fuck you gods! They held up two metaphorical middle fingers to the sky.
Quinn grunted as she lifted herself off the floor. I am unathletic. She grabbed Aaravos’ arms, yanking them up.
“Quin- Quinn!” They whisper-yell to their friend, “No- Save me!”
Their stronger friend dragged her to the mat, where Jiro seemed to be in a discussion with Momo. Sighing out and smiling tightly, Aaravos shoots a glare at the short blonde. They shrug out of their bind, slowly stepping towards the girlfriends. I don’t care if they’re probably not really girlfriends. They are to me!
“Crane! Stop thinking! If you think, then they will judge you more than you think,” Quinn stated, sternly watching as Aaravos and Jiro took their place in the ring. Her friend glanced at her with wide eyes before they took their positions and got ready for the fight.
Aaravos sighed, closing their eyes as they mentally prepare themselves. Thinking back to the counter, and to the fighting lessons taught by Aizawa before this hell. They opened their eyes and took their fighting pose. What am I going to do? Both Jiro and I don’t have a large mass, so it may be easy to counter her… That is, if she’s not already thinking that. Aaravos smiles at their opponent. “I hope we have a great fight.” They said, sounding oddly confident.
Jiro’s eyes narrowed as she nodded. Thinking about how they can finish this quickly, glancing at Aaravos’s feet. They look back towards the taller teen, “Don’t hold back.” she says with a smile.
Cool- I see why Momo and possibly Denki like her. Aaravos’s cheeks slightly flush pink before closing their eyes. They weren’t an idiot, they caught the glance at their feet. The brunette hadn’t been studying Jiro as much as Yaoyorozu or Bakugou, but they did pick up on what Jiro was going to do. Her earphone jacks jerked up slightly, almost excitedly, given that she looked only once means she has multiple options to choose from. Is my pose wrong!? Before Aaravos could think, the bell rang for the fight to begin.
Jiro shot down and tried to trip Aaravos, but haven predicted that, they moved away just in time. The purple haired girl, after shooting back up, rushed forward and went in for a stomach punch. Aaravos, that time, could not block it. Coughing slightly, Aaravos, gripped onto the short girl’s shoulders, and pushed her back, attempting to push her on the ground. With not enough time to trip Jiro, she manages to jump back and swing at Aaravos’s face.
With wide eyes, Aaravos grabs the skinny arm in their hand, and ram the other, slightly above the diaphragm, to their disappointment, it's not right- Coughing out, Jiro stumbles as Aaravos pulls her closer in order to swing out their leg and bash the short girl into the ground. Unsurprisingly their feet also trip and they fall forward, in the opposite direction of Jiro.
“Use your leg, then switch your position!” Quinn instructed. Aaravos took out Jiro’s leg, making her collide with the mat. They were quick to sit on the girl beneath them before twisting her into a position that prevented it from moving.
“Like *huff* that?”
“Sim, exactly, but make sure to cushion her head next time so we don’t give her a concussion,” Quinn said, nodding encouragingly.
Aaravos rolled their eyes and stood. “Stop speaking Portuguese.”
“Não, I will not! You don’t even know what I am saying now!”
“You’re still speaking English!” Jiro and Yaoyorozu watched the two friends banter back and forth. The musical teen of the two sighed, stepping away. Aaravos turned around, making her jump. “Thank you for the spar,” They said, bowing politely, stepping away from the mat before chasing Quinn around the gym.
“I didn’t do anything to provoke this!” Quinn cried in outrage when Aaravos decided to vault themselves onto their stronger friend. The shorter one yelped in surprise, preventing herself from falling to the ground with the excess weight. “Warn me next time! I could’ve bruised my face badly because of you!”
“You’ll save my ass before you save yours! You selfless polecat!”
The girl underneath Aaravos playfully threw them onto the mat, causing them to grunt as their lungs decompressed. Quinn proceeded to sit on their stomach, causing them to gasp in surprise. “Get off!” Aaravos whined, weakly pushing their friend, who didn’t even budge. Seriously, you would think someone bigger than me would hurt. In reality, it’s like a big polar bear without bones. “You're hurting me~” they teased.
Quinn huffed, glancing up from her spot. Jiro and Yaoyorozu were watching them. “Can I help you?” She then noticed the two were looking to where she had her hands settled. Instantly removing her hands from where Aaravos’s chest was. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Are you two dating?” Jiro asked, leaning her shoulder against Yaoyorozu’s.
Aaravos got up onto their elbows and tilted their head back. Their hair falling satisfyingly. “Nope, you might call us queer platonic or even friends with benefits?” They smiled slyly.
A loud smack was heard as Quinn hit Aaravos on the arm and against the skin. The two classmates flinched back at the sound. Soft snickering was heard from the two on the floor. “Do not listen to a word they say! I hate what friends with benefits implies!” Quinn defended, trying to save herself from the embarrassment.
“Awe man… I tried!” A pause, “I’m kidding. Quinn-y here can’t afford me. Wink wink.”
Quinn, death, glared down at them. “I give you food every single day from my own lunch because I am picky, and yet you complain about how I can’t afford you!”
“Excuse me!? You give me your food because you don’t want it! I’m like a personal, talking and walking trash can!”
“You still eat it!”
“Because-” Aaravos and Quinn continue on with their banter. As Yaoyorozu and Jiro looked at one another. Smiling at one another with love struck eyes. After a moment, Yaoyorozu clears her throat.
“Quinn, when is your sparring match?” The vice class rep asked with her fist covering her cough.
Quinn froze from her spot on the floor. Aaravos tensed instantly. Uh oh. She stood hauling Aaravos up with her. “It’s in a few minutes.” Hurrying past the two girls, she headed to where it said they were supposed to be fighting. Her friend followed behind quickly, grabbing wrappings for her knuckles and her favourite water bottle that was given back even after it had become a weapon.
She sat on the edge of the mat holding her hand for Aaravos to begin wrapping. “Will you grab me when you see me lose it?”
Aaravos huffed a breath pressing a wrapping again over her knuckles. “You think I can grab you when I’m not even half of your weight? But yes I will grab you.”
“Good because I fear that once I'm fighting my only sight is the fight and defeating Bakugo.”
“Remember. Go for the throat and don’t let go until the body stops shaking,” Aaravos quoted giggling.
Quinn huffed a laugh finishing off her wrists. “Lets hope I don’t break any-”
“You scared of breaking your precious hands?” Bakugo sneered.
“More like breaking your face,” Quinn murmured underneath her breath. Aaravos snickered, hearing her.
“What was that! Hah!?” Quinn began to stretch, ignoring everything Bakugo was trying to do to get underneath her skin. The two friends started a conversation about some type of show. Bakugo was aghast, he never expected to be ignored completely by someone new.
“Idi po nogam.”
“What did you say extra!?” Bakugo snarled, stepping to be in front of Aaravos’s face.
“Nogi.” Aaravos winked as they flip the blonde boy the middle finger, a dramatic gasp is heard as their free hand covers their mouth in fake surprise.
Quinn groaned standing from her stretching. “Remind me never to go without stretching in a long time. My hip hurts.”
“Old!” Aaravos said, pointing at them before stopping hissing in pain as their knees start to ache.
Quinn and Bakugo stepped into the ring and held up their hands read to fight. I hope I can punch his lights out.