[CLOSED] [HYOUSUKE/TSUBAME] Strength Tester

Tsubame hurried to the training hall after her last meeting of the day. Today was the first day of training for Hyousuke and she was eager to get started. Of course, she was also eager for the boy to grow and understand better so that she doesn't get the chance to expel him, or rather, the school board and Walter gets the chance. She knew Walter wouldn't do so outright, but she needed to get to the bottom of this before it became a bigger problem. She raced from tree to tree with her activated quirk to give her a boost in helping her along. The training hall was just ahead and she was rearing to go. She dressed in her training sweats with her form fitting t-shirt with cute sushi characters on it. She wore her usual black flats but preferred to go barefooted due to comfort reasons. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail for ease of training. Her hip bag was on her body like always, but this time it had extra sandwiches in it and bottles of water just in case. She was sure she would be fine, but if she wanted to make a point to the boy, then she would have to use her quirk seriously. Or at least as seriously as a vice headmaster can against a student. 

She had noticed that a student was at the entrance to the training hall. Upon closer inspection she had realized it was Hyousuke. Grinning from ear to ear, she pushed off the ground to cartwheel and then flip over him. She landed gracefully and looked upon her newest student with amusement. Hopefully he had been thinking on that question she had asked him from before. It was imperative that she get him to realize his actions and the consequences of those actions. "Bienvenue, Suzuki, to detention with the vice headmaster. Today we will start what hopes to be a good venture into that head of yours." Tsubame stated as she turned to lead him into the training hall. She stepped lightly and quickly over to the wall with the bench on it. "Now, where did that silly chat noir go? I told her we were training today...." A mild utterance left her lips as she unbuckled her hip pack and left it on the bench with an uncharacteristically loud 'thump'. Kicking off her shoes, she started her stretching with her arms above her head. She glanced over at Hyousuke while she continued to stretch. 

"You ready for our sparring session? Until Kuro gets here, we can have a go at each other. Oui?" Tsubame brought her arms down to then plot down on the ground quickly to get her legs stretched out. It was a minute later she decided to just get on with it. While she stood waiting, she hopped up and down on each foot and shook her hands, a relaxing gesture she sometimes does to keep loose. The moment she turned back towards Hyousuke, the air around her changed. It seemed to grow heavier with the seriousness she was putting towards this sparring session. If he wanted to fight, then she would give him a fight worth taking on. In all honesty, she was going to hold back as much as she could, but still give it enough to give him a run for his money. Her yellow gold eyes seemed to sharpen when she surveyed Hyousuke. "You want to fight, so you can fight me. You may want to give it everything you have, I don't go easy on those that are in detention." She moved into her brawler pose; her body slightly diagonal towards Hyousuke with her front left hand flat out slightly ahead of her while her right hand closed into a slightly loose fist nearest her chest. Her feet spread apart in a strong and solid stance instead of her usual springy one. She wanted to show the student power, not speed, at the current time. 

"Ready to go?"

There it was, the fire in his eyes when he faced her. She figured that a strong opponent would bring it out and hopefully the reason for his actions thus far at UA. Of course, she had to be careful and not damage the boy while in the process of trying to help him. Man that would be a mess she didn't want to clean up in the sense of paperwork and school board meetings. She wanted to test him in strength and see where he was in terms of skill and strength. Perhaps the boy will surprise her after all. Still though, she wanted to know the reason for his outbursts. This took her back to when a teacher did the same for her. They fought her and tried to get to know her before making a decision. That, and the fact that she had several friends who offered to kick the shit out of her to help her out. The fact that they wanted to do that made Tsubame open up more once fists started flying. To get him started and slowly warmed up until she would ramp up her session, Tsubame quickly changed her stance since he wasn't coming towards her, she would come to him. Using her speed, she dropped to the ground and pushed hard to come at him, quickly turning around to give a rotating roundhouse kick, but not really one (just best description of what she is doing), to try and push him back or even try to goad him forward. Whatever he did, she would then wait for him to regain his balance before she used her speed once again to come close to him, her golden eyes staring directly into his with the same serious expression she would use for any of her normal sparring partners. 

"Come on, Suzuki, where is that fire I saw earlier? Don't you want to fight?" Tsubame taunted from up close. Her mouth twisted into a mischievous grin as her eyes danced with a sort of amused fire to them. "You want to fight others, I want to see you go all out against me." Tsubame danced back, her stance relaxed. She was very adept at switching fighting styles on the fly since she had to learn to fight very different people in her years at UA as well as her full time Pro Hero days. It was one of her strengths to fight like she did. Her father often told her she picked up things faster than most people in their family. She took it as a compliment towards her skills she attained throughout her life. "Let's go, Suzuki, what were you feeling when you fought? Show me!" 

Closer. She was closer to the boy within Hyousuke Suzuki. Her taunting did the trick. What she wanted from this sparring session was to get him to let loose in all sense of the word and to make him show her just who he really was. He had not been able to keep up with her speed, which was fine since he had a long way to go to get to her level of skill. It also helped that she was used to going fast due to her quirk. The added athletics it gave her was really good for just about everything. The severe downside to her quirk was almost worth the speed, agility, flexibility, and defenses. What she wanted to see from him was the inner Hyousuke, the one that told him to fight. It was unconventional to go about it all this way, but she was an unconventional person....who often did unconventional things for either the amusement of herself or the betterment of others; there really isn't a line to measure which one is which, but this time it was to help the betterment of Hyousuke. When she had gotten closer to taunt him, only to dance back to draw him further into the fight. It worked, in a way, and she started to see the boy's fire get stronger and wilder. 

"Such fire, mon garçon chéri! But is it enough to fight me?" Tsubame kept grinning as she felt her quirk activate for a short moment. She wasn't going to run from the boy. She was going to show him just how dangerous an opponent can be if he just rushed in at the slightest taunting. Which, let's be honest, did not take much from her to actually get him to go all in at once. When he shot forward towards her, Tsubame stopped backing up and stood her ground. She was great at defense. Planting her feet strong on the ground, her quirk took full force over her body. She felt the bones in her body harden and grow dense. Her body felt heavy, but not too heavy to stop her movements. She also felt the blood rush in her veins at the quirk's activation. It wasn't the part she needed, but it came with it too: the enhanced athletics. Keeping a strong defense, she turned her head so that his fists connected with her cheek and head. Keeping her head slightly bent down, her eyes seemed to dance with the fire in her eyes; her grin staying wide as she felt the impact. Not bad, but it still felt like nothing more than a fist bump of the knuckles. "Did you do something? I barely felt it." The taunts kept coming. 

At the last moment, her speed kicked up just a notch with her activated quirk. The instant she got a chance, she opened her guard to move into an opening. Dropping down like before, she then sent a sucker punch straight towards his gut. However, she did force her quirk off so that she didn't cause damage to the boy. 

Tsubame was curious, that was for certain, and her curiosity would not be satisfied until she got to the bottom of the boy in front of her. Why did he feel the need to fight all the time? Why did he try to hide what he was feeling? She could tell he wanted to fight her, but the slight hesitation at first tipped her off that maybe he did perhaps know his boundaries. Either way, they were all out brawling each other (or at least he was, Tsubame was still holding back), and now they were just going at each other's throats. She liked seeing Hyousuke so animated. He had potential if only he stopped senseless fighting and honed his skills in the right direction. Her memory flashed to her own youth when she used to fight just like he did. Everyone wanted a piece of her to test their power. Tsubame remembered her own brutal fighting style that she ended up attaining while ignoring her earlier training in her childhood. What brought her out of her sudden memory lane walk was when Hyousuke yelled at her and then barreled forward towards her with a roundhouse kick. 

Foolish. 

Tsubame activated her quirk quickly as her stance became strong. She took the hit to the knee and stayed firm in her stance with only slight jostling to her frame. After he was done she just grinned wickedly at him, a spark of her dark mischief gleamed in her eyes. Keeping her right knee forward, the one that he hit, she used that to help spurn her forward with her right hand in a loose fist while her arm was bent. Her other hand stayed open but poised for her intended attack. Quick as she could muster, which was a lot since she never deactivated her quirk in her forgetfulness, she moved her right arm forward. Instead of using her fist, she instead brought her elbow forward towards his face. Whether it hit or not did not concern her, though she hoped that he could block it or at least avoid it, so she went on with her attack. Using her right leg to help her forward, she made a tackle at the boy to try and pin him down and then flip him over onto his stomach with his arm behind his back. If this series of attacks were successful, she would have ended up with her knee on his back holding his arm behind him while she grinned at him. 

"Wanna take a break, Suzuki?" 

It wasn't the ending she wanted, but it was what happened at the end of this bout with Hyousuke. She stayed on his back for a moment more while he struggled under her. Perhaps she should have went even easier on the boy. To make a point she had to at least show him that he was clearly outmatched. At the risk of sounding preachy, she let him go and stood up. She was barely sweating with their excercise, but with her using her quirk nearly all day with training others and using it to get around campus, she was feeling the drain that came when overuse happened. It wasn't on the bad side of things when this happened, but she would be feeling it tonight if she didn't get a big meal in her after this. No doubt he would want to continue, but she needed to eat something to help keep herself from falling into the red so easily later on. The air around her seemed to change from the brawler one that she had a few moment before. Now it seemed as if she were relaxed and training at home, taking one of her many breaks to replenish her energy supply. Sighing, she took a long drink from her water bottle by the wall of the training hall. 

"You're fighting style isn't very clean, Suzuki. Where did you learn to fight?" Perhaps some conversation will open him up while she waited for a certain small cat to come for a visit. If Kuro was this late, it could only mean the cat had something up her sleeve. Their discussion the night before had brought out some surprising things that Tsubame wanted to get out of the boy. No, she does not speak cat.....she just has a bond with her cat that--okay, it was a one sided conversation with herself, but Tsubame thinks better when she is bouncing ideas off of someone else. In this case it was her quirky cat. After she grabbed a snack from her hip pack, she turned to Hyousuke with a rice ball filled with spicy salmon in her hand almost to her mouth. Food was her saving grace. It was a very good thing that her salary was rather large. She needed it to cover her food expenses. "You couldn't really land any damage on me at all. How disappointing." She spoke in between bites as she walked back towards him. She wanted him to open up to her, but he was so stubborn she wasn't sure how to go about it. She wasn't the type to go all out against a student, not to mention the school rules in place against that type of behavior, but if he wouldn't listen to words, then what? 

"You fight everyone with such sloppy movements. It's a miracle you haven't been picked off in one of your little tantrums." And that was what they were to Tsubame. Tantrums. For some reason he seemed to feel like nobody was listening to him and instead of talking, he spoke with his fists. At least that was how Tsubame thought of it. She moved closer to him as she spoke, her eyes getting a darker look to them. Unlike before, this was the side of Tsubame others rarely saw. The truly angry part. What was he trying to accomplish by dragging his name through the mud for? Why won't he open up to anyone? Eating the last bit of rice ball, she leaned down to stare him in the eyes with pure annoyance and anger. Those who have seen Tsubame like this tended to turn tail and run. Let's see what Hyousuke does. "Maybe if you won't take this seriously I really will have to expel you. Our little fight didn't tell me much aside from the fact that you are keeping emotions back that need to come to the surface. Where is that drive? Where is the source of the fire?" 

Tsubame turned around with a small "Tch," as she went for another rice ball. Her back was completely open and vulnerable, that was how at ease she was around Hyousuke. 

Well now....this was getting somewhere. Tsubame had just turned her head to look back at the angry boy behind her. She had purposely said all the taunts to get him to build up his emotions to bursting. As much as she didn't like to push so much, she felt it was the only way to get SOMETHING out of Hyousuke. She listened quietly as he let go everything that he was holding onto, or at least she thought it was everything. He mentioned his quirk and it sounded like he hated the gift he was given. His file showed her that he was quite gifted in terms of the type of quirk he carried. Tsubame was almost envious of the boy due to how he is able to create almost limitless energy within himself. How different we are....and yet the same... Tsubame thought as she continued to listen. She let him get everything he wanted to out in the open. Only then could she help address the problems and help Hyousuke on his way. In some way, this slightly amused her, but not in the asshole type of way, but in the fact that she could sympathize. Her own quirk was not something flashy or as great as others was. In fact, hers was downright deadly to herself if she wasn't careful. It was more of a curse than a blessing in a way. Memories floated within her own mind of her training when she was his age. It was grueling, it was backbreaking; it was all she could do to hone her skills to put her quirk to good use. 

"You may think I am a horrible person, Hyousuke, but I am probably one of the few people that can empathize with you on this," Tsubame grabbed another rice ball to stand in front of him chowing down. It wasn't her being disrespectful, it was just her trying to keep up her energy supply. Quirks do not make the person; at least, that is what her father taught her. Eating another few bites of her rice ball, she glanced down at him with a gentle and kind look, not condescending in the slightest. "I said you weren't taking this seriously and I meant it. You were just going along with the fight and not actually trying to figure out what is going on with yourself." Tsubame bit her tongue so she didn't start preaching and getting off topic. After a moment, a sigh escaped her lips. She reached into the hip pack and held out another rice ball. A peace offering. Whether he took it or not she did not care, but she hoped that it would help start the bridge. Or give him some food after the sparring session, either way works. 

"Look, Hyousuke, you may think i'm a villain that runs the school with an iron fist, and you calling me an asshole is technically a first as a teacher," But when she was a student, it was quite often. "I just wanted to get you to open up and tell me what exactly was bothering you. In some ways, it work! Buuuuuut, it got you angry at the same time, and for that I am very sorry." Tsubame was being sincere. The boy's anger was not something she wanted to bring about, but it was just how things ended up being. She motioned towards the benches on the edge of the room and motioned for him to sit down next to her while she rummaged through her bag for another snack when she finished her second rice ball. She could feel her quirk drain her energy a bit more due to overuse in the day. She wasn't really thinking out her day today when she started out. 

"The first thing you said was something about you not liking your quirk. Personally, I think you are very blessed to have such a quirk. At least in my own experience it is a quirk that is something I would love to have." Tsubame pulled out yet another rice ball. Did all she pack was rice balls? Surely she remembered to pack something more energy filling. Probably not. She was really  forgetful in the mornings. "However, it isn't others that needs to accept your quirk, it's you. If you keep working against yourself, you will never move forward and go along the path you want. My father had this saying 'the quirk doesn't make the person'. He means that your quirk is what you make of it, but it also doesn't define who you are. Along with myself, he knows all too well just how hard that can be with quirks like ours." Tsubame stood up and wiped her hands off on her sweat pants before she went over to one of the iron weights. The moment she walked up to it, she activated her quirk (against probably what would be her better judgement considering her body is already almost at her limit), and threw a hard right punch at the weights. What should have shattered a normal person hand, left her hand feeling nothing and intact. She then did a quick knee jab at the weights and again felt nothing and had no damage. She turned to him to show him her hand. Nothing; though bruises will show up later on from popped blood vessels in her hand. 

As if to show off again, she quickly moved forward and did a series of flips and cartwheels with the athletics part of her quirk. This also showed Hyousuke that her knee was fine after taking the brunt of the damage from the weight. When she landed close to him, she showed him her hand up close and moved her leg up and down. "I cannot shoot fireballs out of my eyes, or hypnotize people to sleep, or even grow claws and become a werewolf from London, but my quirk allows me to hone skills I gained through hard work and training every day. My quirk does not define me, but it does help me do what I want do to do to move forward." The feel of slight pain was moving along her stomach and around her back down her legs. She reached over to get another rice ball and down it quickly before grabbing another one. She was off her game today. Turning back to Hyousuke, she kept talking. "Yours is the same type of quirk. It helps you help others. You said you were taught to fight, right? While I don't believe the fighting I saw today was exactly what you learned, you can take the basics of what you were taught back then and start again. This time, try to use your quirk to evolve your fighting style or even find a new skill that could go along with it. You may hate your quirk, and I can empathize with that cause I hate mine as well, but in order to move forward and become greater, you have to accept it as part of yourself and work with it." In Tsubame's eyes, there was no such thing as a useless quirk. 

"I care a lot about the students of UA and have made it my life goal to see each and every one of them achieve their path that they choose to take. You, Hyousuke, are no different and honestly you are starting to become one of my favorites." Tsubame grinned at him with her usual mischief. "I also trained hard and long my entire life so that my quirk would not define me, and instead of letting my anger at my own abilities take over, I owned it to make something better than I was. I worked hard to get where I am standing now, even if you don't think so, and I know because of the scares I carry both in my heart and on my body." Ever so slightly, she lifted her shirt just enough to show her stomach and show four long, large, and jagged scars across her stomach as well as several scattered across her body from previous acts of training and heroism. "I've endured hardships and pain because of my quirk and my choices, but I never let others deter me from my path, nor did I ever look back and regret choices I made." 

She dropped her shirt back down. The painful memory from that set of scars, the jagged claw marks, was something she didn't show others usually, but perhaps it would show him that you have to go through some rough patches to move forward. "I'm hard on you because I want for you to be better than those that came before you. I believe you can if you really want to; you just have to set your mind on it. It is okay to ask for help. It's also okay to let others in." 

This boy was something else. This boy was going to test everything she gave him to help him. Admittedly, she did not know Hyousuke personally so she did not know his home life. There had to be something else deep down in his mind that brought out this side of him. He spoke about walking out right then and continuing what he had been doing when she had told him to choose a path with no regrets. It wasn't the point she had meant for him to get. She felt frustrated. She knew she could help him and help him with his training, though at this point it was turning out to be harder than she bargained for. Nothing she did so far even brought out anything in the boy that showed he was taking this seriously. What more could she do that would help him? If only she had another teacher to bounce ideas off of. She thought about having Aoi Sato come in to help her, but she feared overworking the obviously already overworked teacher as it was. However, a talk with her would do her some good when she could get a chance to.



Glancing at the boy once more, she listened patiently with crossed arms as the boy let loose a torrent of anger and words at her. He wasn't getting what she was putting down. You don't have to be on the front lines to be useful. Some of the best heroes were supports and offered their services to help those around them rather than charge recklessly off into battle. For a moment she thought of her own skills, quirks, and pro-hero (at least the full time ones before she became the vice headmaster, now she's just part-time) days. Her quirk was more of a support type when all was said and done, but with the training she did and learning to use her skills in tandem with her quirk really made the difference. As he finished up yelling back at her, she just looked at him with a neutral expression. He did not offend her with his words; it was honestly hard to offend Tsubame in just about anything.



"So now that you are done throwing your tantrum...." Tsubame muttered outloud so that even Hyousuke can hear her. She was done being the nice and soft teacher for now. If this kid wasn't going to listen, then she would have to hit back harder. She looked down at her phone and realized the hour was almost up. Tch, no time to get it through his head the first time...quelle malchance! Tsubame thought to herself as she stood directly in front of him with the most irritated and dark looks she had ever brought forth in front of a student. Truth be told, she kept herself in check around the students to not scare them. Playing the fool to keep everything cool. "I don't get it? No, it is you who doesn't get it, garçon têtu. I'd hardly expect a child who's throwing a tantrum to listen and understand when something is being told to them. You rely on yourself when charging foolishly into battle when you know your skills are not made for such things. Even if they were, that is stupid to do." She was a hypocrite because she still charges into battle, but she knows she has at least a handful of people who would have her back if she went into battle.



"Do you even know what being a hero is? Is it being an idiot who just wants glory or is it helping those that need it? Because right now you are not the helpful type, just the idiot who wants glory and gets in the way of the true heroes. You build up this image in your mind of what you 'should' be, but what you need to keep prospective on is who you 'need' to be. You need to support those that need help as well as those in battle who do charge recklessly into fights and need backup when they are idiots themselves." Tsubame did not let up on her annoyance, this kid needed to learn. "So what your quirk never changes? That's not a bad thing. Gain a skill you are good at, learn a trade that would help out in a pinch. Your quirk does not define your whole image as a hero. If you want weapon control, I can teach you that, or if you want support gear control, then I can find someone for you to learn. It's okay to rely on other things than your quirk."



"You can live, that's what you can do with your quirk. And in my eyes especially, that is a good thing. You can fight on and help more people longer than most heroes can withstand. I've read your file and I think there is great potential for your quirk if you take the time to sit down and think about what it is you truly want out of this school. Also think on what being a hero means. You can either still be the idiot, or you can be the hero, but never both." Tsubame sighed as the timer went off in her phone and she felt the pull on her body from using too much of her quirk. She stretched her back and turned to go back to her bag for another rice ball. It was not going to help her all that much, but she would do what she needed to to keep going no matter what. As she walked the short distance, she stumbled and felt more energy go from her body. Her eyes narrowed as she felt her quirk still be in effect. She was an idiot to keep it going so long, but she got so caught up in talking with Hyousuke that she forgot. She caught herself on the wall as she reached for the rice ball.



Her voice was quiet as she half turned to Hyousuke, the rice ball poised at her mouth ready for after she was speaking. "Detention is over for now. Same time tomorrow, don't be late." Tsubame shuddered as the pain came into her stomach. It wasn't as bad as it had been before, but the fact that her body began to eat itself once it was about to use up all of her stored energy was really annoying to her. "Think on what I talked with you about. Please. I don't want to lose a student who has so much potential to do so much good. You are dismissed, Suzuki."