Interlude - Training Week

Beep beep beep!

I awoke to my alarm bleeping my head off.

"Shut it ya tramp!" I mumbled, smashing my fist down on it.

I got up still groggy.

I hate this.

But I have to. For my future.

I opened my door, only to find my mother standing there waiting for me.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"No ughs or bugs! You asked for this. Get brushed and meet me on the porch." She said.

I dragged myself to bathroom and began to brush, as I saw myself in the mirror. Simultaneously, I attacked myself with trance induced nightmares as my morning psi training began.

After brushing and a quick morning snack, I arrived on the porch.

"What's that in your mouth Haru?" Mother asked.

"Nothing?" I gulped down my donut and replied.

She slapped my head gently and scolded.

"If you keep eating donuts you'll become a donut!"

"Yeow!" I cried.

"Now come. Sit here." She said, pulling out her guitar, as I activated Laplace Junior.

"Let's start your guitar lessons..."

Once the lessons were over, I headed over to school, practising my rise along the way, dashing from shadow to shadow, alley to alley, rooftop to rooftop, until I reach the train station.

I showed my pass to the scanner and boarded the train headed to Musutafu. Here I played with my balls, metal pinballs that is, to practice my burst.

At school I met up with Deku and chatted the day away. As for Bakugo, there was nothing to worry about. Since losing to Deku that day, he had kept his distance from us. That didn't stop me from messing with him though.

As a wise man once said, a wedgie a day keeps the bully away!

Of course the one receiving the wedgie was Bakugo.

At this point, I seriously doubted he would ever be able to have children.

But hey, that's not my problem.

As evening set, I returned home triumphant from a day of fulfilling youthful workouts at the Dagobah beach, only to see my mother waiting by the porch with dad.

"Ready for your evening practice?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Ugh!" I groaned, again. My sore post workout muscles couldn't handle any more.

Seeing me groan, her expression turned sour.

"If you're not going to take it seriously why even bother? Why did you even want to learn the guitar in the first place?" My father asked, clearly angry at my disrespect.

"Yeah." My mother added, "Why are you in such a hurry to learn it anyway?"

"It's nothing. I'm just interested s'all!" I replied.

My mother put down guitar buy her chair and glared me down.

"You're clearly not interested in learning the guitar. So no more lessons until you tell me why you have a sudden interest in the guitar of all things. And don't lie. I know when you lie."

Fine. It's time to pull out my ultimate skill - bullshit no jutsu!

I began acting embarrassed, shifting from foot to foot, before muttering out,

"There's a girl I met...."

That was all it took to hook them as my mother began to squeal at me.

"Oh my!" She cooed, "my little boy is all grown up~" , while pinching my cheeks red.

"So tell us more about this girlfriend of yours...." my father nudged.

"Well she's not my girlfriend yet..."

I spent the next hour spinning tales of this mythical girl, who just transferred to the school, was awesome at sports, top tier in academics and looks and had a real kind streak.

Finally, after much deliberation, they agreed to resume my lessons with renewed gusto.

Thus began my hell week - training extravaganza.