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"Yo?" "Yes?" Turning her head to face him, Maho leveled an accusing glare at him, a slight blush darkening her cheeks."...Where's your hand right now?" "Nowhere~" the black-haired boy replied, voice sing-song. "Really? Then what's that I feel on my ass?" Gasping, Yo stumbled back a few steps, clutching at the area above his heart in fake hurt. "Maho, you wound me! How could you accuse me of something so uncouth? I've done no such thing!" "Sure." Deadpanning, she turned back to what she'd been doing, carefully chopping the still dripping green onions she'd just washed. From behind, Maho could sense Yo re-approaching her, his broad chest

The class of 1-A and 1-B had gone on a summer training camp trip in order to improve their quirks, they were to be working most hours of the day on improving and testing their limits. Pushing past their boundaries and breaking their past limitations in order to grow and strength not only their quirks, but their bodies too. Such as your classmate Katsuki Bakugou, who continued to stick his arms into boiling hot water in order to enhance his sweat glands and produce bigger, hotter, explosions. Everyone was working hard on improving, even you, whose quirk was much like Recovery Girl’s, healing. Only, there was one downside to your quirk