(Posted 2015-07-19, Updated-)

Writer: New and Old

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How Hiro Learned Karate

"I don't wanna."

"You need this. You're going."

"Bleyyyaahhh..."

"Too bad. I'm making you."

"But I don't wanna..."

"You haven't even met Tsuyoshi-sensei yet! Come on!"

"How was the class?"

*mumble*

"Hmm? What was that?"

"...s okay."

"Hmmmm? I must be getting old, my hearing's going."

"It was okay!"

"Oh? Just okay?"

*Hiro turns around and doesn't meet eyes*

"Hehe, so that's how it is. Was it worth it?"

*mumble*

"Hmm? Speak up, you're speaking onomatopoeian again."

"...What is up with you and making up stupid words?"

"But this one really works! People who speak in onomatopoeia are onomatopoeians! Anyway, don't change the subject. Was it worth it?"

"...Yes."

"What? That tram just now was passing by too loudly. Can't hear you~"

"I. Liked. It. Satisfied?"

"Oh ho? You liked it? Then you wouldn't be against taking classes three times a week?"

"Three times a week?!"

"It's not like you have any other clubs you go to afterschool. Why not?"

"But - but- !" *grumble*

"Let's go tell Aunt Cass right away!"

"How'd it go?"

"Great! Tsuyoshi-sensei was really impressed with Hiro's flexibility for someone who had spent most of his time in front of a computer."

"Oh really? That's good. Hiro, I take it you want to continue with the lessons?"

*mumble*

"Yep, Aunt Cass, he just said yes."

And that was how Hiro learned karate.

A/N - Short, to the point. I've never tried only using conversations, and I've always wanted to try; thus the story.