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It all started with a training session.
It was a spar exercise this time. Tamaki tried to not think much of those, obviously they needed to fight real people if they were ever going to fight actual villains in their jobs as pro heroes. Doesn’t mean they didn’t have to bother him, he didn’t really like the idea of having to use his quirk to hurt his classmates. Or anyone that wasn’t a villain, honestly. After almost three years at U.A., he knew very well how easily it was to slip and overuse your quirk, and a simple miscalculation, as tiny and meaningless as it may seem, could mean either a risk of serious injuries, or a life or death situation.
While by no means Tamaki would consider himself strong, as much as whoever decided to push on him the title of Big Three begged to differ, his quirk did make a lot of progress since his middle school years; going from barely being able to grow a tiny plant on his arm to almost becoming a literal kraken was a very big step forward. However, this only meant that he had to be very very careful when using said quirk. The possibility of crushing a person between two giants tentacles as if they were an insignificant cardboard box if he used too much strength was absolutely frightening.
And while Tamaki was busy overthinking and still adding to the ever growing list of all the different possible ways in which his quirk could kill a man that would surely haunt his nightmares, his name was called. Snapping out of his trance, he stepped forwards and looked at who his sparring partner this time would be… and visibly paled as Miles glared at him.
He already didn't like how this was starting. Was it too late to fake an illness, maybe a terminal one just to be safe, and run back to his room? It probably was.
Well, fuck.