Don't Flinch [C]

It was true, everything had room for growth but unlike plants, growth needed more than just sustenance and sunlight. Growth, when it came to fighting, was almost entirely pointless unless done in the right way. 

Dara remembered his childhood teacher telling him how important it was never to train alone - Training alone simply reinforces errors. The only way to truly train was to have someone to train against, someone who you could work up to and against, a desire to beat someone and a willingness to improve until you could.

That was why the gym in U.A was a godsend. Everyone in the school, whether their quirk be something as strange as screw creation or as powerful as essentially being a perpetual energy machine, needed to grow stronger. They were united in their goal to become a pro-hero, and that meant they had to be strong enough to protect others. Even the would-be rescue heroes needed to be faster, more agile, and that was something to measure against. 

There was no shortage of potential rivals in this place, and Dara was no stranger to feeling like he was being measured up against others. People patronised him because they assumed he was weak, that he needed their help or their pity. He hated it, but it wasn't something he was new to. 

That was why he spent so much time here. Each and every time that he beat someone, he felt like he was that much closer to proving his worth, that he was closer to those top ten positions. It was selfish, an unfit, prideful thought for someone who was supposed to become a hero, but it was there nonetheless and to deny it would be even worse somehow. 

As Dara walked into the gym to once again do his training, he stopped as he walked through the doors, his 'vision' no longer halted by the doorframe and thus allowing him to visualise the strange, overtly feminine figure standing before the ring. 

He had no idea who she was. His scanning allowed him to see the vague outline of her body, to recognise that this was indeed a woman, but he could not remember having seen her before. Was she an upperclassman, or was she someone he had just never paid attention to, standing in the periphery of his vision in his class. 

"Excuse me?" He asked, his thick, foreign accent immediately obvious as he stood behind her. "Aren't you supposed to be in the other room? I mean, they gave us two rooms for a reason..."