Symbiote (MHA x F!READER)

8 | Training and oddities

"Aren't you going easy on me, Zawa?" she taunted.

Before she could savor the moment, a wall shot up from the ground, splitting the space between them. Instantly, she shifted into a defensive stance, crouching and preparing for whatever was next.

"What's this?" she asked, her tone laced with frustration.

Aizawa's voice came from the other side of the wall, cold and matter-of-fact. "You thought it was just going to be punches and kicks? No. This is a real fight. You'll need to adapt to different quirks. Cementos and others will be joining us in training for the next few weeks."

(y/n)'s lips twisted into a tight smile, though inwardly, she groaned.

I should really keep my mouth shut sometimes...

"What am I supposed to do with this brick wall?" she called, her frustration building.

"Oh? Don't know. Figure it out. While you stand there doing nothing, your opponent could be escaping."

Her eyes narrowed as she circled the wall. She was getting a little too comfortable with her own abilities, but now she felt a flicker of doubt. She charged again, trying to break through, but found herself trapped by more cement, surrounding her completely.

"What the hell! Is this supposed to be training?" she shouted, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Aizawa stood just outside the newly formed circle, his hands in his pockets, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome to UA."

(y/n)'s frown deepened. She couldn't rely on the tendrils, but she had her own strength. She wasn't about to let this wall defeat her. She closed her eyes and centered herself, drawing every ounce of strength she had into her limbs.

Her first punch landed—nothing.

She gritted her teeth, throwing another. Again, no result.

Shit.

"How am I supposed to break this wall down?" she growled in frustration.

Aizawa's voice sliced through her thoughts, cold but purposeful. "Are you saying Venom's the only thing that gives you strength? What if he's gone? What if you can't rely on him? Will you just fall apart?"

The words hit harder than she expected, the challenge like a sharp jab in her gut.

"Venom... he's not the one who makes me strong," she muttered, her eyes narrowing. She felt something inside snap like a switch had flipped.

The fire ignited.

"I—"

She punched the wall again. This time, her fist connected with a satisfying thud, and a small crack appeared.

"Am—"

Another strike, louder this time. The crack spread, the wall buckling slightly under the force.

"Not—"

With a swift kick, the wall trembled as pieces crumbled and fell to the floor.

"Weak!"

(y/n) summoned every last ounce of energy, her muscles burning as she put everything she had into one final strike. The wall shattered, a hole forming large enough for her to step through. She stood on the other side, panting heavily, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she surveyed the destruction she'd wrought.

Aizawa stood, unamused, his brows furrowed. "Didn't I tell you not to use Venom?"

(y/n) smirked lazily, lifting her arms in mock triumph. "That wasn't Venom. That was me. No tendrils."