My Hero Academia RP (open)

"Now, if we were in combat, I'd be able to do some real damage," Connor said with a smirk. They hadn't been in combat in a long time, not since the accident a few months ago, and they were itching to get in some real fights

Yuuka let out a breath, "Combat training is my favorite," Of corse it was Sir who pushed me to keep getting better, I hate being out of control. "There is something satisfying about landing a hit."

Inima laughed wickedly. She felt her hands itching for bloo- Nope. Not doing that anymore. She smiled, "I can't wait until we actually get to do some combat."

Jordan breaths

('Jordan breathes' lol)

(Wel… yeah)

Tasper had been listening to the others conversing with a scowl on his face. Oh, so Yuuka thought they weren't good enough? The thought made his blood boil. He wanted to punch her, but he didn't. Instead he just refused to speak, crossing his arms and yawning.

Jordan was sitting on the ground, cross-legged. Tiageo was in his arms again. His cuts and nose where bleeding freely.

Yuuka glanced over at Tasper, "So it's your ankle, right?"

Connor folded their arms across their chest, looking out across the other students as they did so. They felt a little out of place, but didn't entirely mind

Tasper shrugged, glaring at Yuuka. "Yeah. When I did the long jump, I sprained it."

"How bad? Are you able to walk?" She asked taken aback by his glare, What hell is his problem?

"Obviously," he replied. "I was running, wasn't I? Would've had a great time too, if my stupid quirk hadn't messed me up."

Yuuka did her very best not to go into a whole medical explanation, Just try and be nice. "Would you like it to stop hurting?"

"What do you mean?" he narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.

"Do you want help or not?" She crossed her arms in front of herself. Know I don't look trustworthy She thought to her self, I look like a monster, but I'm not one.

He made a face. "You're being weird. And you were never really clear about your quirk. Healing, but also death and destruction? Are you going to hurt me or help me?"

"I have currently don't have damage to give, but I'm offering to take your's." She said trying not to get into the details.

"What do you…do with it when you take it?" Tasper wasn't stupid. If she absorbed the damage, it had to go somewhere, right?

"I deal with it or pass it on," she said pinching the bridge of her nose.

"That's what I figured." Tasper smiled smugly. "Forget it, Yuuka. I'll be fine. It's just a sprain, and I've already messed up pretty badly anyway."

“Couldn’t you just give the damage to a tree or something?” Connor piped up. “Or like, kill a bunch of grass? A sprained ankle couldn’t do that much damage when transferred.”

"Transferring to plants is hard, My finger still hurts and the mussels are bruised." She held up her hand showing the ring of blue and purple. "Grass has a small thresh hold before it dies, and as for a tree I don't see on in the vicinity."

"Interesting," Tasper said, shrugging. "Anyway, I don't need your help."

“Well, lucky for you I know how to turn my hand into an ice pack,” Connor said. If Tasper didn’t want to be healed, they could at least help with the pain

Tasper grinned, turning to Connor. "Now that would be nice."

"Really, because I'm really good at judging damage. You look like you're at a second level sprain. To give you some perspective that is superficial damage, say a bruise, that would cover most of your back." She spoke confidently knowing very well what wound equaled what. "But unlike a superficial wound this sprain can get worse if stressed."

"I don't need your help," Tasper shot back, rolling his eyes. God, she was such a know-it-all. He knew what a sprain was. "I've sprained things before. I'm good, got it?"

"I never said you needed it," She grit her teeth, "People rarely need help, but it doesn't mean they shouldn't let someone help."

"I don't want your help," Tasper said, almost yelling. "How about that? I just don't want your help."