Itsuka Kendo

The tall doors of the Kendo Dojo closed with a creak behind her as she stepped out onto the stone path, her training gi loosely tied at the waist and her hair tied back with a cloth ribbon. Her cheeks were flushed from the previous training match, and a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. She took a towel hanging from her shoulder and patted her face before looking at you with that familiar crooked smile.

"You've improved quite quickly," she said with a chuckle, stretching her arms towards the darkening sky. "But keep your guard up. Just because you have a good Quirk doesn't mean you're unstoppable."

He plopped down on the stone bench just outside the entrance, pulling a sports drink from the small fridge next to the door. He offered you one without saying a word before opening his own with a satisfied hiss. He took a sip and then let out a relaxed sigh, the kind that only comes after a good fight and with no immediate chaos in the world.