I'm Fine

Faint

Third POV

"Today, we will have an endurance training. Let's start with ten lap jog," Shouta said.

"Three, two, start," he continued.

Everyone immediately started their jog. Izuku, however, started a bit late. And this was caught by Shouta's attention.

"I'm tired...."

"No, Izuku. You have to be strong. Moreover, you are in the school. You have to be strong."

Izuku began to jog faster, chasing after his friends. He ignored the stinging pain in his hand, and the throbbing dizziness in his head. He kept going, to create an illusion that he was fine.

"Well done. Now then, move onto the next agenda. You'll do pull ups."

"Pull up? How do we do that?" asked Ochako.

"Eh, the one that we hang on the bars and lift up our bodies?" Eijirou questioned.

"Yes. I assigned you to do minimal thirty pull-ups today. Easy, right?"

"Whaaaaat??! I don't even know how to do one...," Denki complained.

"Then, one hundred." the teacher turned his head, glared at the boy.

"Aaaa! Wait, wait! I'm sorry sensei! Thirty, just thirty," Denki screamed, panicking. He shook his hand, immediately refused.

"You know what is it, so start now."

"Pull ups are not that hard, if only my condition is a bit better," Izuku muttered. Nah, he wouldn't let something like that bothers him. He walked forward, and started to prepare. Hoping to rest as soon as possible.

Izuku held the bar, and lifted his body at ease. Well, it looked like he was doing it at ease, when in fact, it took all his might to keep his body moving.

One pull, two pulls, three, and four. Hey, he did great! It seemed so natural! If it continues like this, no one would realized.

"Hey... his condition isn't at its best, right?" Shouto whispered. Tenya nodded slowly besides him.

"Woah, Midoriyaaa!" Denki exclaimed.

"So manly!" added Eijirou.

Twenty three, twenty four, and a buzz was heard in Izuku's ears. Izuku reflexively hissed, closed his eyes quickly. He stopped a second.

Before his friends could say anything, he nimbly continued. Completed the other six pull ups at a faster pace. He released his handle to the bar, and returned to the ground.

"Deku-kun...," Ochako mumbled, looking at the boy with worried face.

"Nice job, Midoriya. Next," commended the teacher.

Izuku walked to find a quiet spot. Found it. He squatted, and assured himself that it was going to be alright, that he was fine.

"Just a little bit ... a little bit more ...." He thought.

"Midoriya." Approached Shouto. He lent his hand, offering a water bottle to Izuku. The greenette raised his head, stared at Shouto in confused look.

"I'd prefer if you rest today though. But you refused, so at least drink more water."

Izuku took the bottle. "Thanks."

"You've done the pull ups?" Izuku questioned, not wanting the atmosphere to be stiff.

"Yeah, it's not that hard. I'm used to it thanks to that old man," the half and half haired boy answered. "You?" he continued.

"I'm used to it too."