Training Time

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**Cyrus's POV**

At this stupid camp, Aizawa had me work on the offense part of my quirk. Having me attack trees until my strings got sharper. I didn't care as my fingertips started bleeding. I had to make it look like that I was focused on training. But I was just bored at this training.

It was slightly fun to make the food, I have not had a chance to  cook since I moved to Japan. I miss making meals with my parents. But, heroes destroyed any chance of me having that happiness again.

I felt bad that Eli got put in the failed class but I could not help him. I was ordered by Aizawa to stay near by their lesson room because I was the only one that could help Eli's panic attack. But, he was more nervous about the upcoming attack to panic about failing.

After a while, we left for the hot springs to relax, at first I was worried. To be that revealed around everyone scared me.

"Is it safe to have someone like him here?" Mineta said as I slipped into the water.

"Is it safe to ever have you near girls?" I snapped back at him.

Eli was holding my arms back as I tried to attack Mineta.

"Come on, hot springs are meant to be relaxing. So we should relax." Eli was trying to calm me down but I noticed that Bakugo was glaring at me.

I decided to play on that by leaning back into Eli's naked chest. I could feel the heat of the glare from Bakugo. Eli knew that I was making his crush jealous on purpose. Sero and Iida asked about a few of my scars and I had to lie through my teeth. I can't wait for this mission to be over just so I can get rid of all these annoying people.

We all got distracted by Mineta falling off the wall and I was laughing.

After that incident, we got ready for bed because tomorrow is the big day. The day when another one of us reveal that we are a double agent.

Quick A/N: Sorry that My updates have been spotty. Lately, real life made it hard to write. I mean, how can someone write a villain story when real life has worse villains.

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