We stare into each other's eyes. Our eyes the same in shape and color.

I run at her and throw a punch. She catches my hand easily and pushes me back a bit. I continue to throw punches, but she dodges them with a sense of grace and elegance. 

She sends a punch to my gut causing me to slide back, clutching my stomach. "Is that all you got?" She mocks me. I grit my teeth.

I run at her again, winding up my fist. I notice she's already prepared to dodge my punch. As I near her, I take one final step before turning on my heel and delivering a roundhouse kick to her face. She barely blocks it with her arm before being thrown to the side. She catches her footing and runs back at me.

She punches me rapidly. Though I'm not able to dodge them, I block each punch. 

Her last punch, stronger than the rest, sends me back. Though I quickly stop myself. 

I run towards her and begin to punch her repeatedly. She hits every one my punches with her own fist. Soon I begin to tire from this. I jump back, distancing myself from her.

Running towards her again, I throw a punch to her face, she blocks in and uses her other hand to punch me. She hit my gut again. I step back. I cough and wipe my lip, luckily there's no blood. I throw a few more punches, but she counters each one. 

I jump up and kick her face, managing to land a hit. "Tch." I hear her say. She grabs my leg and throws me to the ground. 

I get up, though clearly in pain. "Are you sure you can keep going?" She says with a smirk. I try my best to not let her remarks get to me. 

I dash towards her, I throw punches and managing to land an uppercut on her jaw, but it's quickly returned with a punch to my cheek. "Not bad." She comments. My eyes widen. "D-Did she just praise me?"  I ask myself, shocked.

In the short moment I was distracted, she runs up to me and punches my gut. Quickly after she kicked her foot low, tripping me, causing me to lose balance and fall on my back. 

She stood above me looking down onto me. "Nice try, but it was futile. Yet, now I've seen how truly strong you've become." She offered me her hand. "Carefully, I took it, surprised she had recognized that I had become stronger.

"Do you mind telling me that girl's name?" She began. "Also, don't bother going to school for the rest of the week, I need to talk to a few people to get you transferred." My eyes widened. "M-mother?" I asked in shock. "Yes, Y/n?" Tears fell from my eyes. The way she said my name. It sounded like she cared.

She hugged me. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you all these years. I know that saying sorry can't change what I've done. Now I know you aren't a weak little girl. You're strong and if you had been born with a quirk, you would be one of the best heroes." 

"Oh, I still need a quirk to live up to her expectations..."