In MHA With Star Platinum

I was at the kitchen, eating with that ice fire guy.

"Shoto, do you want anything cooked?"

From the door, entered a woman with white hair and few red spikes on her hair. She had a curvy body, white skin, and brown eyes that were covered by square glasses. She had an hourglass shape, quite full, and was around 162 cm tall.

"Nothing, big sis," Shoto said as he was looking at his phone. "Father is coming."

"Oh…" as she entered, she stopped and stared at my side. "So, this is the friend of yours who beat you at the sports festival."

"I wasn't that serious about the Sports Festival anyway," Shoto replied.

"I'm Fuyumi Todoroki by the way," she came to my direction and shook my hand. "Shoto's big sister."

I smiled in her direction when she smiled at mine.

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand back. "I've never thought Endeavour would have a pretty daughter like you."

I was acting friendly to Shoto sister, but not to him, which is why I suspect his glance to me. Maybe because she looked cute with her glasses and big eyes, while he didn't.

"Fufufu…" she chuckled, "Glib tongue. Thanks for being a friend with my little brother. I'm so happy that someone affected him positively."

"Anytime, I'll be there."

Although I didn't become his friend, whatever. I guess she is just flattering her brother, who seemed to have no friends… as most of the teens in his age– wait, I didn't make friends when I had reincarnated until high school… I guess I'm not the one to critique him.

Fuyumi went to the cooking table and asked if there is anything I want to eat. I said I'm full, and she insisted to make me tea then, which I didn't refuse.

"You're acting friendly all of the sudden," Shoto asked me, eyes half-closed.

"Just shut up and eat," I replied at the same cold tone.

"No need to get overreacted." He just ate.

Very soon, the door of the house was opened. Shoto flinched for a second and half-closed his eyes, "he's here."

"Who?" I asked. It was like he's some sort of sixth sense.

"The old man. He had texted me that he would be back."

"Oh." I totally forgot about him. "The training room thing."

Shoto replied. "Bingo."

Very soon, I heard Fuyumi and Endeavour's voice from this side. As it seems, he came back from work and was asking his daughter if we're here.

"They are here?" Enji's voice came from the other room.

"Yes, father," Fuyumi replied.

"And they didn't go to the training room as I have suggested."

"Well… I guess they are tired and hungry. Let them relax, father. "

"Tsk." Enji scoffed. "Laziness while being hero won't show any advance. This is unacceptable."

*Foot Steps*

The kitchen wooden door was opened, and I saw Endeavour glaring at us. He was wearing his hero uniform – tight blue suits, flames boots, and some lines across his upper body liting in flame.

I didn't understand why Enji is in a bad mood.

Probably his attitude is always like that, like Shoto next to me.

"Oy, why are you two eating instead of being in the training room as I had told you?"

He glared at his son before looking at me.

Making eye contact with him, I said, "It doesn't suit me."

My reply made Endeavour flinch for a brief. "What do you mean by that?" he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms

"My Quirk and the gym equipment's, wouldn't fit."

Breathing would be considered more training than lifting weight for me.

Well, unless he has some tons of weights, which is unlikely for someone who doesn't have physical enhancing type Quirk like him, then I rather not to waste my time.

Enji took a deep breath and exhaled. "Just because you have a good Quirk, you're getting relaxed and c.o.c.ky. Do you want to be a failure?"

"What does that have to do with you anyway?" came my reply.

He was about to say something but held himself as he seemed to remembered something.

"I know better. As you're under me for the vacation, you'll have to follow my instruction. Get your lazy asses over here." He then turned and started walking to his room.

Fuyumi tried to stop him and said, "But father. He just got here. Training could wait for tomorrow."

"You could never become a hero, so I don't have to explain to you." He then walked away.

"Your father is annoying," I told Shoto as I stood up. "What a pain."

"Well, he's less annoying for now," Shoto replied. I couldn't tell If he is sarcastic or serious, giving his unchanged face.

I then walked behind Endeavour and followed him to the training room. Whatever he thinks that he can instruct my Quirk, he's wrong.

Anyway, he left the door opened and I entered a big vast room.

It was large, larger than my apartment. Weights were all over. Punching bags, dumbbells, and all of the heavy training equipment's. Some even reached 200 kilograms, given the sheer number of the heavy kilos tags on them.

Impressive, for a non-Hamon warrior or for someone who doesn't have power-enhancing Quirk.

"When I saw your muscles, I thought you were the type of person who appreciates getting stronger." Endeavour was crossing his arm and looking at the weights. "But you seem to be lazy. Do you know how much effort one needs to surpass ranks?"

I walked around the weights. "Nothing here can help me if getting stronger was a goal."

"How the hell you were even raised." Enji had some veins appears on his forehead when I contradict him.

"Ah…"

I lifted my head and thought about an answer.

Sucking n.i.p.p.l.es, watching n.a.k.e.d women changing in front of me, hugging older women and playing with them at the parks.

Then getting to school and beating the shit out of people with Quirk until high school.

I gave a short sarcastic answer, "Softly and harshly."

"Harshly? Really? Can you even do two sets?" He pointed to one heavy dumbbell. Around 100 kilograms, as if he was showing c.o.c.kiness.

He continued. "Quirks take a physical toll on the body when overused. Working out would be the best way to reach your potentials. Just because you could deal with some villains at USJ doesn't mean you are going to be c.o.c.ky."

I walked to the weight groups he pointed at. They were positioned on one shelf.

"Endeavour, I hate to hurt your feelings, but this isn't suitable for me."

He flinched as I ignored him.

Instead of lifting the dumbbell, I held the whole shelf. Counting the total, it should be around 800 kilograms, and I didn't feel it at all.

I turned to Endeavour, with the shelf above me, with one hand, as the wood beneath me made cricking voice.

"This is what I call, soft."

Then I placed the shelf on the ground, next to him. "Your training for me is… no offence… all but a waste of time."

Enji, who was opening his eyes widely, flinched.

"Oww…"

We turned our head to see Shoto and Fuyumi standing in front of the door. Fuyumi put a hand on her mouth when she heard me and turned her head, almost as if suppressing a laugh.

Enji made eye contact with me again and smirked. "That's good. That's mean you're less failure."

Says the number two.

"You're not the one to judge me."

"Wear your costume. We're going to spar here." Enji challenged me with a piercing gaze.

I blinked twice. Just because I said his training is soft he got fired up and even want to spar here.

Well, since the vacation is still long, I guess I've to make things more comfortable.

Making this old man stop annoying me about his soft workout would be good.

"I'll accept it." I said, "Don't hurt yourself old man."

"Brat!" He clenched his teeth. I ignored him and went to grab my hero outfit.

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