Summer Training Camp was hell on earth. The point of the training camp was to have a week dedicated to quirk training. Thanks to that, everyone's training was individually tailored to them.

  Tamaki had to eat and manifest as many foods as he could almost continuously. He was almost sick on a number of occasions. The more manifestations he could use at once, the more options he would have in battle.

  Mirio was improving his lung capacity as well as his fine control over Permeating certain body parts and ignoring others. The longer he could hold his breath, the longer he could stay Permeable.

  Nejire was doing intense stamina training, running around the camp until she dropped, had a drink and kept going. The more stamina she had, the longer she could use her quirk for, and at higher outputs.

  Izuku's training was more technique based than output based. He could already control an impressive amount of smoke at a time, all he needed to do was fine tune his control. More separate masses of smoke, doing different things with the smoke like moving, solidifying, shaping, moving and shaping, shaping and solidifying over and over again. He also worked on perfecting Dark Cloak, which the control training he was doing was helping a lot.

  After the third day of straight quirk training, Aizawa attacked Izuku. Of course his concentration broke completely, and the multiple smoky shapes he was handling turned wispy and un-solidified. And he got a bruise for his troubles.

  "You need to work on maintaining total control over your quirk in a fight. So I'm going to push you to your physical limits while you push your quirk past it's own. We're not going to do this until you get it right. We're going to do it until you don't get it wrong." Aizawa had said.

  Then they'd fought without quirks, hand to hand. For hours on end. While Izuku maintained 20 individual 3D shapes, keeping their defined edges and solidifying them then un-solidifying them over and over again. And occasionally swapping them so that pyramids became spheres, cubes became pyramids and spheres became squares. Without. Dropping. One.

  On day seven, the last day of camp, everyone was given a task to complete. Whether it be destroy A, or retrieve B, what would have been difficult or impossible for the students before was achieved with minimal difficulty.

  Nejire needed to use 10  100 percent attacks consecutively. She did 13 before feeling weak.

  Tamaki needed to manifest 5 different foods at once and use them to conquer an earthy obstacle course. He used 6, and beat it in under a minute.

  Mirio hadn't really improved his quirk, he'd improved his ability to use it effectively. He was able to hold his breath for a full minute before almost passing out.

  Izuku needed to construct a life sized Aizawa in relatively good detail. He gave the smoky clone individual freaking eyelashes. When he really thought about it, most objects could be created through combining and resizing the three basic shapes he'd mastered. After that, smoke construction came easy. The smoke Aizawa was a little more brittle than he would have liked, but it would have taken a relatively decent strength quirk to break it.

  His friends had applauded the construction, understanding it's significance as yet another milestone Izuku had raced past.

  Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the detailed replica of himself. The 'skin' was even coloured the same shade as his own! And the capture weapon was a wispy white, while the jumpsuit and his hair remained black. You could even barely see the bright yellow goggles around the clone's neck. You could tell it was made of smoke and just a replica of the man, but it was well made nonetheless.

  Once every student had shown their improvements, they were given time to go to the hot springs, mess about in the forest or do whatever they liked before the busses would return them to the UA campus.

  Izuku, Mirio and Tamaki relaxed in the hot springs, while Nejire decided to have something to eat to regain some of her spent energy. The men's side was completely empty other than the three friends, which Mirio decided to take advantage of.

  "So, Izuku." He said, a small grin beginning to spread across his face. "Any particular reason you've been.. avoiding.. Nejire all week?"

  Izuku sank deeper into the water.

  "We've been training Mirio. I in particular have been the victim of torture via Eraserhead." He responded, dodging the question.

  Mirio raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

  "So you don't have a stupidly massive crush on our female friend?" He asked, the grin still on his face.

  Izuku sank further, his eyes unable to meet Mirio's, his head the only part of him above the waterline.

  "..no...." He mumbled.

  Mirio laughed, and Tamaki chuckled quietly. Izuku turned away from them in a huff.

  "Well, you sure convinced us Izuku!" Mirio exclaimed, letting out a laugh every now and again.

  "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. That's super mature of you Mirio. You know for a second there I almost believed you were trustworthy, thanks for confirming what a traitor you are." Izuku fumed irritably.

  Mirio snickered, reaching over and clapping Izuku on the shoulder.

  "It's alright, I'm just messing with you. You don't need to be embarrassed about it, we're your friends. Besides, I think you'd make an adorable pair! Right Tamaki?" He asked.

  The normally timid boy closed his eyes and nodded slowly like a sage old man, a small smile on his face. Izuku sighed dejectedly while Mirio just shook him.

  "See? We might tease you about it sometimes, but we're not gonna shun you for it, or hold your little crush over your head!" The blonde said.

  Izuku sighed in defeat, slumping slightly.

  "But what if she finds out and thinks I'm weird or something?"

  Tamaki snorts very uncharacteristically, while Mirio barks out a laugh.

  "You don't have to worry about that. Before all of this who fancies who and what could possibly go wrong in an alternate universe, she is your friend first and foremost." He said.

  Seeing Izuku's unsure expression he continued.

  "Alright, think of it this way. If I told you I was gay and fancied you, would you immediately start hating me if you didn't feel the same? I'm not, and I don't by the way. This is just hypothetical." He reassured the greenette.

  Izuku shook his head.

  "No. Even if I didn't feel the same way, you'd still be my friend.." he said slowly.

  Mirio grinned.

  "Exactly! Even if she doesn't feel the same, that doesn't mean she'll stop being your friend. And in a few years we'd be able to laugh about it while having a movie night or something. Nejire's not the type to abandon friends over something so silly."

  Izuku nodded, thinking the words over in his mind. Now that Mirio had pointed it out it seemed obvious. Nejire just wasn't that kind of person.

  "I think you should tell her." Mirio spoke up.

  "W-what? No!!" Izuku spluttered. "That is a bad idea, the worst I've ever heard, and I've done some pretty stupid things in my life!"

  Mirio shrugged.

  "That's just what I think. You don't have to do it, but I believe it would be best if you did." He said.

  The trio remained silent the rest of their time in the springs, Mirio shooting Izuku meaningful glances now and again, which were pointedly ignored.

  Eventually they went and packed the few things they'd brought with them, meeting up with Nejire for dinner before the bus ride home.

  Mirio and Tamaki were sat in front of Izuku and Nejire again, the former of which grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Izuku, who proceeded to glare at the blonde.

  Most people fell asleep within the first hour. Nejire slumped into him again on the second, and Izuku conked out on the third, despite his embarrassment at the hands of Mirio.

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  Izuku woke up with his vision filled with blue. He blinked groggily at the blue, hoping that would clear his vision up. Well, now he could see individual strands, so obviously this wasn't his eyes finally giving out, it was a head of hair. It was a nice shade of blue. His favourite actually. When did blue become Izuku's favourite colour? He couldn't tell you. It just sort of.. did.

  Izuku's entire right side was warm. There was something resting on his shoulder, and wrapped around his right arm. Whatever he was leaning on was quite comfortable. Izuku's groggy brain struggled to pick up where he had been before he fell asleep. Training camp? No, they'd left on the bus after dinner.

  Izuku sighed, turning slightly and coming face to face with Mirio over the blue thing, who was wiggling his eyebrows. Izuku found that mildly irritating for some reason.

  "What?" He croaked.

  "Comfy there Izuku? We're back at UA, so wake Nejire up, will you?"

  Oh. Bugger.