Chapter 1: Prologue

Walking along the streets of the Chiba Prefecture, Japan, a well-dressed boy in his school uniform standing taller than the average Japanese man (5ft10 or 178cm) with brown hair and matching brown eyes hidden behind glasses that adorned his rather girlish face came to a halt in front of a rather large dojo, a huge sign labelled 'Kendo Chiba Dojo' present on top of the entrance of the building. [Image]

Entering the dojo, the boy began to take off his bag, walking past a group of Gi-wearing kids training on the mats of the large hall, getting taught by a middle-aged man as part of their paid lessons for the day. 

'Looks like I'm the first one to arrive' The boy thought to himself, realising how he was the only one present in the dojo from his class, 'Then again, I'm about 20 minutes early' He realised with a shrug of his shoulders, heading inside the men's changing room and placing his bag down, opening it and taking out a black Gi and black belt.

Before putting it on though, he decided with all the time he had before his lesson started to take a shower. Walking under the shower head, he turned it on and began to soak himself for around 15 minutes, singing a few songs to himself while doing so before walking out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yo, Takumi-kun" An older man greeted the brown-haired boy, who was now seated and scrolling through his phone, the towel still wrapped around his waist as he looked up at the man and gave him a small, quick nod, "Hello, Kyojuro-san"

The man took his duffel bag off his shoulders and opened it, taking out his own black Gi and black belt just like Takumi and putting them on, "Hit the showers, did you?" The man asked, wrapping his black belt around his waist.

"Well my hair's wet and I've got a towel wrapped around my waist. So, I'd assume so" He replied with clear sarcasm, sighing as he stood up and begun changing into his training uniform, his toned muscles remaining visible through the clothes.

"Good afternoon, Kazuma-san, Inaba-san" Now, waves and waves of adult men began flooding the changing room, everyone greeting one another at different levels of closeness based off how long they've been at the dojo, with each adult adorning different coloured belts ranging from the beginner's white colour all the way to black belt.

Feeling that the room was starting to get a bit too claustrophobic for him, Takumi - Full Name: Takumi Kazuma, Age: 15 - left the changing room and headed to where the mats were as the lesson was soon to begin.

"Takumi, hey~!" Standing relatively far in front of the boy, a girl of medium height (5ft5.25 or 166cm) with a slim build, pretty teal eyes and long orange hair tied into a high ponytail on the left side of her head waved at him, a large, toothy smile on her face as she walked over to him.

Takumi tilted his head down slightly, looking at the girl now directly in front of him with a small smirk on his face, "You're late, Itsuka-chan~ tut-tut-tut" He shook his head slowly, clicking his tongue as he turned his body in order to dodge a held-back punch sent by the orange-haired girl

"Ha. Ha." Itsuka crossed her arms in front of her chest, rolling her eyes as she looked at his face with a raised brow, "Warning, your glasses are on your face and they're wet, dummy" She informed him, standing on her toes as she flicked his solid forehead, "Ow-" She winced slightly, her nail pained from the playful attack.

"Ah, crap! I forgot to take them off before showering!" He groaned, taking off his glasses and wiping them with some wipes he pulled out of his Gi magically, ignoring the squinted glare from Itsuka

"Are you an idiot?" She questioned, slapping her forehead with her palm before scoffing, "You don't even need them, so why wear non prescription glasses?" She watched as he finished wiping them clean, the two of them slowly walking to the changing rooms (One to put glasses in their bag, the other to get changed) 

"I dunno, makes me feel smarter and better-looking" He answered with a light chuckled, wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulder, "Though, you wouldn't know how that feels, would ya- woah!" Swiftly, Takumi stepped back and parried an irritated Itsuka's elbow strike aimed at his ribs with ease

With a failed attempted at hitting him with her elbow, Itsuka proceeded to step forward with one leg and twist her body, facing a smug Takumi as she sent a punch towards his gut, "Nuh uh-" He grabbed her right wrist with his left hand, a tight grip on it before pulling Itsuka strongly towards him, knocking her off balance slightly due to her not being in a proper stance for their usual playfighting.

"-Denied" To prevent her from falling and crashing into him, Takumi pushed her body back and kept her on her feet before raising his right arm, flicking her forehead with his middle finger.

"Ugh!" He released his hold on her, the girl pouting as she held her pained forehead, "You're so annoying!" She huffed, her eyes tearing up slightly which made Takumi feel bad a little

Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, Takumi turned his head to the side, missing the quick and devilish grin from Itsuka as she pettily sneaked him with a fast jab to his gut, "..." He held his stomach, admittedly winded by the punch as Itsuka didn't hold THAT one back.

"Teehee!" Sticking her tongue out, she gave him a peace sign before running into the women's changing room, knowing that Takumi had the decency to not go into the place.

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Standing in front of the Adult class - which Takumi and Itsuka were specially apart of due to them being special exceptions because of their amazing talent and skills higher than kids their age of other classes - a tall, muscular man with shoulder-length orange hair and a stubbly beard stood with his arms crossed, his face expressionless as he observed his students in front of him.

Kotetsu Kendo, Itsuka's father and the dojo's owner/sensei, had his powerful gaze land on the two kids of the class who sat next to each other, "Before I start today's lesson..." His expressionless face shifted, a small smile etched onto it, "May Itsuka Kendo and Takumi Kazuma come up here beside me" He instructed, the two looking at each other in confusion, but nonetheless following what they were told and standing on either side of him as they too faced the adult students of the dojo.

Kotetsu placed his left hand on Takumi's right shoulder, and his right on Itsuka's left shoulder, "These two will be taking the U.A. Entrance Exam tomorrow, so let's wish the students of our dojo the best of luck!" He announces energetically, pulling the two kids into a small side hug each as the adults broke into a cheer

"Woooo!" One cheered loudly, whistling and clapping his hands together

"LET'S GO CHAMPS! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA SMASH THE EXAM!" Another shouted

"Ahh... I remember the day when I took my exam" Someone reminisced, "Was U.A. even a thing back then-" The loud mouth received a rather unfortunate but deserved slap to the back of the head. 

"Dad~..." Itsuka grunted, "You're embarrassing me and Takumi!" She cried, annoyed as her father simply answered her with an obnoxious rhythmic laugh. Suddenly, a familiar set of hands were placed on her shoulders, the owner of the two hands right behind her

"YEAHHH! WE GOT THIS, ITSUKAAA!" Takumi shouted, his excitement matching the adults' enthusiasm as he rocked Itsuka back and forth, a sinister laughter coming out of his mouth as he enjoyed watching the girl get more embarrassed and angry.

"You're doing this on purpose, you bastard!" Grabbing hold on his left hand with her right, Itsuka turned her body round and lifted her left hand which wrapped around Takumi's wrist, "Hup!" With a quiet hold of her breathe, Itsuka jumped up high and twisted her body at an angle, her legs wrapping around Takumi's captured arm which had her knees placed across his chest.

As the two fell backwards and landed on the floor, Itsuka lifted her hips, putting Takumi in a perfect arm bar, "Ha! I win! Don't even try and use your quirk, Taku-chan~" She said with a cat-like grin, raising her head to see Takumi's face revealing some struggle.

"I won't..." With some strain in his voice, Takumi began to turn his wrist, then his arm, and finally, his shoulder, "Need to...!" Skillfully, Takumi's arm slipped right out of her hold, "Uh oh..." Itsuka began to sweat

"My turn!" Now, it was Takumi's turn to put Itsuka in a hold. For Itsuka, Takumi decided to put her in an arm triangle choke, with her free arm being locked by his legs, something which rendered her unable to use her quirk to enlarge her fists for retaliation against him.

Though it wasn't an odd sight to the dojo at this point of time, Takumi and Itsuka began to be playing a turn-based game in real life, only they were taking turns in putting each other in different submissions and holds to get the other to tap out.

While it returned to Itsuka's turn, a newbie member with a white belt around his waist decided that it would be smart to shout, "Oi, lovebirds! This is a mat, not a be-" But, fortunately for him, he was silenced by an experienced member who quickly scolded him as the two looked at Kotetsu, Itsuka's father, glaring at the man ominously, sending shivers down his spine, "S-Sorry S-Sensei..."

It wasn't that Kotetsu glared at him because of the suggested closeness of the two kids. Rather, he would love for the two to get together as he treated the boy like his own son considering he's been at this dojo for about... 9 years now, possibly 10, pretty much the same as Itsuka herself. Instead, he simply didn't like sexual innuendos being made inside his dojo - there's a time and place for those to be made, and, in his opinion, a dojo was not one of those places.

"Haa... haa..." Eventually, the two finally began to breathe heavily, "I-I give..." Itsuka surrendered, tapping Takumi's leg as the two slumped themselves onto the mat, a sweat patch being made underneath them which was pretty disgusting to be honest.

"Alright, you two have had enough... the lesson will now begin" Kotetsu clapped his hands, the lesson of the day finally beginning as the class went through their usual routine of stretches, drills, and sparring.

At the end of the session, which lasted 2 hours, Takumi and the other students excluding Itsuka headed to the changing rooms to get changed. When finished, everyone left and headed home, saying their goodbyes to the Kendo family.

"See ya tomorrow, Itsuka" Takumi waved, a singular strap of his bag coolly around his shoulder, "Message or call me when you're there, and where to meet"

"Goodbye, Takumi!" Itsuka waved with a warm smile, her gaze locked onto Takumi until he was fully out of sight, a loud sigh leaving her body as her body slumped.

Kotetsu, standing beside his daughter, looked at her with a pitiful frown, 'Ahh... the struggles of young love' He thought to himself, knowing the cause of Itsuka's sudden mood change, remembering the specific moment around a week ago:

The class was in session, and the students were paired up with one wearing pads while the other kicked and punched as instructed by Kotetsu. Itsuka was paired with a woman, whilst Takumi was with Kyojuro, "Say, Takumi-kun..." He began to speak, his left arm raised as Takumi performed a fast yet powerful punch which caused his hand to sting a little even with the pad

"What's up?" Takumi wondered, performing the instructed kicks and punches with perfect form.

"You got a girlfriend yet? You're almost 16, and I've still never seen you have one since I've known you" And he knew him since Takumi first came here at age 5. At this randomly brought up topic, Takumi began to go easy a little with his attacks, "Meh" He shrugged his shoulders, a nonchalant look on his cute yet handsome face, "I'm not really tryna get into a relationship right now... I'd rather focus on becoming a hero first and then, hopefully, I'd like to get into one"

"You're gonna wait until then?" Kyojuro tilted his head, "Isn't that quite a long amount of time? What if something happens before then?" He asked, suddenly becoming an interrogator of the boy

"Well, I guess if something happens naturally, then it is what it is. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. But, really, right now I'm more focused on getting into U.A. and becoming a hero than I am worried about having a... girlfriend" He grew embarrassed at the word, his voice low as he cleared his throat.

"Awww, is someone too embarrassed to say girlfr-" After an 'accidental slip of a kick' to Kyojuro's leg which swept him down to the hall's mats, the dojo turned into a ganging up session on Takumi.

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A/N: The last little bit may seem unnecessary, but it was just to clarify to not expect super early/forced romance 

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