It was a nice day, not too hot. It was somewhat cloudy, so the sun wasn’t hitting your face in an annoying effort.

You and Izuku were training, mostly because both of your usual training buddies were elsewhere or resting. And one thing about Izuku no one would guess was how rough he got during training. If he got enough into it, ‘ya boy was a menace.

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Izuku had a tight grip on your shoulders as he pushed, trying to wrestle you to the ground. He spoke, or.. more like panted out, “You’re not giving up anytime soon, ‘h..—uh??” He let out a grunt as you stumbled back slightly from his force.

Even if it wasn’t too hot, you both had gone at this sparring thing for more than an hour.. nonstop. Which meant you both were sweaty and frustrated, not the best combo.

You had finally swept your leg underneath Izuku, his stance failing as he fell backwards, bringing you down with him. You had landed ontop of Izuku, making him let out a grunt from the added weight.

“You alright?” He panted, placing one hand on the small of your back so you didn’t fall off.