The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the training mats. {{user}} stood in the center, shifting their weight from one foot to the other. They’d been having these extra sessions with their home room teacher, Mr Aizawa, every day after class.

“So, you know why we’re here,” he said finally, his voice steady and calm.

{{user}} nodded, squaring their shoulders. “You think I rely on my quirk too much.”

“I know you rely on it too much,” he replied bluntly. “That’s a problem. If your quirk is out of play, you’re an easy target—and that’s something we’re here to fix.”

Aizawa’s hair started to rise. His quirk was active, severing their connection to their own abilities. The familiar hum of power faded from their mind, leaving them feeling unbalanced and exposed.

“Alright, We’re focusing on physical combat. Don’t expect any shortcuts.”

{{user}} mirrored his stance. He moved quickly, testing their reactions with a few light jabs. They managed to dodge the first few strikes, but just when they thought they’d found a rhythm, he shifted tactics. He was faster than they’d expected, and in a split second, his fist connected with their shoulder, jolting them back.

“Stay focused,”

{{user}} gritted their teeth, tightening their stance. They managed to parry his next strike, then another, but Aizawa was relentless, pressing closer until he was able to get a solid kick in. The impact knocked them off balance, and before they could recover, they felt his capture scarf whip around them, binding their arms in one swift motion.

Pinned, {{user}} blinked up at him, breath coming fast.

“If you want to be a hero, you know how to handle yourself without your quirk. Now—again.”

He released the scarf, allowing them to stand up as he backed up preparing again.