Post by Isamu Suzuki on Jul 5, 2020 3:42:05 GMT
Like many other facilities at U.A., the school had gone ‘Plus Ultra’ with their gym facilities. There was the normal compliment of equipment, of course—weights in various configurations and setups, treadmills, stair machines, and on and on. But as one moved out from the central area of the gym, the equipment began to get more and more esoteric. Machines designed for multiple arms or multiple legs. Electrically powered machines with sensors and deadmen switches, roped off with warnings not to use unsupervised, designed for those with enhanced strength so they could push their quirks to the limit. Machines with single grips for those with tails or other odd appendages. The odd treadmill or two that was longer with controls far closer to the ground for those with particular kinds of shapeshifting quirks. And in one corner a set of machinery with oddly anti-psychic qualities, to provide resistance training for that class of quirks.
And, in the opposite corner was another, quite different yet still fairly normal set of weights. Normal, in that they resembled the rather standard set of weights one would see in an ordinary gym. Different, in that they were all quite small. Whoever they were designed for would have to be the smallest student in school by far (size-changing quirks notwithstanding.)
Isamu took a deep breath—and a very unfortunate deep whiff of the air—and stepped into the gym. The student looked like little more than a small, talking cat, except he was able to stand upright and wore the standard U.A. uniform. Even standing upright as tall as he could, however, he still only stood two and a half feet tall, not even meeting many students at the waist. A small towel was wrapped around his shoulders, and two pairs of simple black gloves covered his hands and feet.
He carefully wove his way through the various machines and students working out, over to that one corner where that equipment had been set up just recently. He didn’t relish the idea of having to work out in public, but the school had vetoed his request to put the equipment in his room citing safety reasons.
And so, here he was, feeling a fair bit self-conscious as he reached the equipment and looked it over, noting the amounts of the various weights provided. Bench press, leg press, some free weights, a much, much smaller treadmill than the rest, a shorter pullup bar… all designed to accommodate his frame, odd body type, and training goals. And all of the weights, of course, had been scalled far, far down, coming in quarter pound increments so he could work his way up gradually to more and more resistance.
He glanced over to the rest of the gym. There’d been a few people looking his way—and several glances trying too late to look away as he swept his gaze across the room—but for the most part people seemed to be minding their own business. Which was fine by him. Still, there was nothing stopping anyone from approaching as he took his time to look over the equipment and get familiar with it as he went over his plans in his head.
And, in the opposite corner was another, quite different yet still fairly normal set of weights. Normal, in that they resembled the rather standard set of weights one would see in an ordinary gym. Different, in that they were all quite small. Whoever they were designed for would have to be the smallest student in school by far (size-changing quirks notwithstanding.)
Isamu took a deep breath—and a very unfortunate deep whiff of the air—and stepped into the gym. The student looked like little more than a small, talking cat, except he was able to stand upright and wore the standard U.A. uniform. Even standing upright as tall as he could, however, he still only stood two and a half feet tall, not even meeting many students at the waist. A small towel was wrapped around his shoulders, and two pairs of simple black gloves covered his hands and feet.
He carefully wove his way through the various machines and students working out, over to that one corner where that equipment had been set up just recently. He didn’t relish the idea of having to work out in public, but the school had vetoed his request to put the equipment in his room citing safety reasons.
And so, here he was, feeling a fair bit self-conscious as he reached the equipment and looked it over, noting the amounts of the various weights provided. Bench press, leg press, some free weights, a much, much smaller treadmill than the rest, a shorter pullup bar… all designed to accommodate his frame, odd body type, and training goals. And all of the weights, of course, had been scalled far, far down, coming in quarter pound increments so he could work his way up gradually to more and more resistance.
He glanced over to the rest of the gym. There’d been a few people looking his way—and several glances trying too late to look away as he swept his gaze across the room—but for the most part people seemed to be minding their own business. Which was fine by him. Still, there was nothing stopping anyone from approaching as he took his time to look over the equipment and get familiar with it as he went over his plans in his head.
