❛ whaddaya mean, what good would it do? what good’s any sparring for? i wanna get stronger! quicker! hone all my skills, and, uhhhh … well, you know, all that good stuff! shouldn’t you be encouraging me!? ❜
itching fingers curled to fists at his chest, he dares another step closer, ambition flaring in those amber eyes. ❛ eiji said you’re really good out on the field, and since he and bakugou are usually a little too rough with me during training … i thought someone as high - strung as you would be the perfect fit! someone strong but patient. plus, you kinda look like one of those wise old merchant npc’s in fantasy games — so i reckon i have a lot to learn from you! you’ll do it, won’tcha? ❜
“ that’s an immature way to put it... ”
teeth SINK to nail of his index as he weighs options, fighting urge to dismiss the idea simply from the turmoil it wrought to consider combating a near stranger who’s neither familiar peer or target. resolve MINGLES with recklessness only one his age can truly appreciate-- those years not too far behind him to understand. he can EASILY recount moments which he harbored a similar mentality. the sooner he’s the best he can be the BETTER. the better he can be the more USEFUL. hunger for improvement create slippery slopes for the AMBITIOUS. there is such thing as doing too much too fast. besides, fighting for fightings sake made him anxious. he EXHALES- despite all of this unable to deter the logistician in him that such interaction WOULDN’T be a healthy stretch for social muscles.
“ i can try, but i’m not sure i’ll be as helpful as you think. ”