28 Fighting and Progress

__________TIME SKIP 3 MONTHS__________

Tomorrow is a big day for me, I heard the canteen was serving a new type of lasagna. Lunch Rush just came back from a short holiday to Italy, where he learned a few new recipes. I have missed him greatly during this time, my days seemed so bleak without his amazing food.

In the past few weeks, some interesting things happened. I started training with Rumi, we now spend most of our free time training. At first, we just wanted to train once or twice a week, but then The Big 3, my only other friends at this point, had some exams and couldn't train with me anymore.

Rumi and I mostly trained in a forest. The one closest to the city. Don't really remember if it had any name.

I also contacted Giran for the first time in a while. The drug still didn't make an appearance, Giran himself is a bit sceptical about whether or not such a drug exists in the first place, but he's getting paid. I think it will appear pretty soon.

I had quite a bit of money now, who knew the government is so generous to heroes. Might just be because I have a lot of cases per month.

Right now, I still haven't decided if I should publish One Piece, I had made a few chapters, the art is dogshit, but the story is good, mostly because it isn't really mine.

If I wasn't such an autistic fanboy in my previous life I wouldn't even bother trying to copy a story this long. Thankfully I have read it about 68 times in my past life.

I have also received the live feed bracelet a while back. But I still patrol with Rumi quite often, as much as she hates that word, we are a team now.

Recently my quirk has been getting stronger and stronger, growing alongside my physical body. Majima had finished the weighted training clothes, at first, they weren't that great, couldn't hold much weight, clung too tight to the body, but he keeps making more and more adjustments to them.

In the beginning, they were putting quite the strain on my body, now I wear them every day. I ordered about 5 pairs, to avoid wearing dirty clothes. I even asked for a version I could wear under my hero costume.

Majima was really pleased with his product, he started advertising these as training equipment to the students and teachers. One pair is free if you want more you need to buy them.

I think Mirio also wears his pair all the time, it took off with most male students, in fact, very few girls actually used it, they had more baggage than the guys, it made the training clothes stuffy.

I believe Majima is still working on a female-friendly version. I'll probably buy one for Rumi. During our training, she just wears regular gym clothes.

She also took to wearing High-Density Weight bracelets, I bought a set for her after my first salary as a hero. She has already gotten accustomed to them.

Lately, Rumi has been showing quite a bit of progress, not as much as me, but still a lot. I believe that the only thing holding her back is the lack of action. We didn't have an encounter with any dangerous villain for a long time.

The only redeemable one was a guy with a mantis quirk, and he was just quick enough to prove troublesome for Rumi. I obviously let her handle him, no point in hogging all the fun. During tough fights, she enjoys the adrenaline, however, her smile widens the most when fighting me.

Thinking back, she really hates when I'm distracted in our spars, maybe I should pay more attention to her.

Raising my hand and solidifying some light on my palm, I caught a downward kick coming from above my head. I could somewhat feel it, it wasn't painful, more like a small vibration going up and down my arm.

Looking above I could see an angry Bunny with a thirst for blood.

"Pay attention!" She was usually loud during fights. But that didn't mean I hated it, her loudness can be quite nice from time to time. Especially when I'm deep in thought.

"Sorry, I'm still thinking about food-" I said with a lazy smile. I was purposefully trying to make her angry.

"Hmpf-" Furrowing her brows, she rotated in the air and drove a heel towards my face. Letting go of her other leg I quickly moved to the right.

She always had this serious face on during training, whenever she got mad at my laziness or lack of attention she would get even more motivated for some reason. Since I liked seeing her like that, oozing determination, I decide to anger her as often as I can.

Using her greatest speed, she rushed me again, this time she kept herself on the ground, most likely to gain a proper foothold.

She performed a roundhouse kick, I met hers with one of my own, covering my leg in highly-solidified light. I developed this during our spars, I call it Poor-Mans Armament. It forms a shield around my skin and absorbs a lot of the impact.

We were locked in that stalemate for a bit, as long as I don't use a lot of speed from my quirk me and Rumi have about the same power output.

After all, Speed is power, now I believe I could kick at speeds close to that of light, aided by my Poor-Mans Armament of course.

She was the one to give in first, pulling her leg back and stumbling a bit, falling to the ground and laying for a bit.

"You really have a lot of energy..." She was exhausted. We have been going at it for three hours now, I was also a bit winded, but that might be the weights talking.

"We should take a break, let's start heading back" I only extended her a hand and got her up, she didn't need to be coddled, she wasn't really that squishy.

"It's already getting late-" As I was saying that she was falling to the ground, again. This time I caught her. She had that dammed smile on her face, not adrenaline-filled this time, just mischievous.

"I guess I'm too tired today... Carry me!" Again, she wasn't asking, it has become a tradition at this point.

If she's too exhausted I have to carry her back to her apartment. Where she proceeds to walk just fine into her house... Sometimes I feel she's just pretending to be tired.

"Seriously? Oh well." Saying that I put her on my back, she put her arms around my neck and straddled my back, now, from her grip I can tell she has quite a bit of strength left, but I'm sure that's just my imagination. The veins popping on my forehead were just as imaginary.

But I would put up with her, for all the complaining I did, I still found her quite nice. Her energy, her confidence even her smile that I keep mentioning, it can all be quite intoxicating.

There wasn't anything romantic going on between us, most likely because of the age gap. I wasn't really bothered much by it, I was a lot older mentally anyway.

But it was probably conflicting for her, I was still 15, 16 in a few months. I will just go with the flow in this case, even if I have to wait for a while.

At least I didn't look like a teen, anyone looking at me would say I'm between 20-25, and from the psychological evaluations I did a while back, I was also a lot more mature than most teenagers, they said my mental age was around 33.

I headed back to her apartment and dropped her off, and like usual, she walked just fine from her doorstep onwards. I proceeded to say my goodbyes and head back to UA.

I had a lot of sleeping to do. Patroling daily simply wasn't necessary anymore, going to other cities was also too time-consuming, I only did it with Rumi.