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Kids Just Gotta Have Fun

[Fandom: My Hero Academia.] [Rated: M - Mostly for Harsh Language and Alcohol Antics] [College AU] [Pairings: Izuku Midoriya/Shoto Todoroki + Katsuki Bakugou/Eijirou Kirishima + Other Minor Pairings and Dates]

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Chapter 1: One Of the Cool Kids

     Izuku realized almost instantly that this was a mistake. This crowded, woozy, place was a bad choice. The music that was too loud- the voices that were too stoned, too crude to be heard was a poor decision blasting like techno over speakers he wove away from in a hypnotized step.

    The furniture was a blockade he could barely avoid then; his arms felt bruised from the bumping. His legs almost felt more numb than his stomach sucking out the poison of his drink swirling around where his hand clasped solidly in the heave of his sudden breath.

    That drink was his second mistake after showing up here in this distorted group of peers all taking on new, seemingly, wilder masks of themselves.

    But he could still taste that bitterness on his tongue. Something that wasn't among the berry and the tangy soda water as he abandoned the last cup by the mantle and sat as far as he could from the noise boosting the chaos induced from the bit of alcohol Izuku couldn't wash away from his already hazed thoughts.

    Maybe some part of him came to make friends. The party was like an invitation to meet and greet with whoever he wanted; it was supposed to be that chance for Izuku to finally make that move from quiet "nerd" to a kid who actually made an impact.

    That perfectly timed blow to the social world that would make checking his accounts worth the while when he tried not to doze off in English class.

    The only faces he could see were those he'd never seen a day in his life. But why would he? They were from another college, some local gig he'd only heard of in side chatter and brochures he passed by through the main halls of his own campus suddenly brimming with the likes of their class.

    What he did know about them was that they weren't like his own friends. They weren't Ochako Uraraka dancing almost surrounded by her best friends with that gleaming grin taken over with ethereal happiness when she moved.

     No, they had Camie, a streak of whimsy whose mouth ran like a motor when dunked in the punch Izuku tossed away. A blonde with a defined interest in companionship who should have been someone Izuku would have liked.

      Unfortunately, he was frozen. His legs wouldn't work now when they flopped out on the nearest sofa and gave in. Honestly, he felt as though he'd been betrayed by everything. His own emotions were fried between longing to just dance and let go- to celebrate the unknown and kick back another drink like Yo Shindo who hid insults under compliments in a snide grin only his classmates could enjoy.

    They were just college students. He had no reason to fear them like snakes, spiders, like creatures of complete darkness that watched as Izuku tried to shut his mind and mouth before feeling vomit edge down the shaft of his throat harshly in an acidic bile Camie alluded to with a quizzical expression.

     Her drink was gestured toward him in place of her hand, eyes narrowed kindly as Izuku listened to her question ring out. "Are you okay?"

     Actually no, he wanted to explain, clutching back the desire to purge the dizziness and the useless anxiety. But he had a feeling all that would come up was lunch and the bottle of water he'd guzzled just before opening the door to this thriving location.

    And, if it mattered at all, Izuku just wanted to get out before everything came out. The twirl of emotions, of his insides, of the urge to bail out of there like the Flash if his system were half paralyzed and half awe-struck by the watchful eyes of mysterious peers all content to be sipping liquor straight out of a glass bowl Izuku dodged just as heels slammed the wood floor and dashed from his seat.

    Camie stepped aside gracefully, her smile appearing as soon as the green-haired student booked it from under her gaze with his fingers spread across his lips ready to burst when he didn't even know where to run for.

    "Bathroom to the right, I think!" Her voice called, but he was probably out of reach of even her booming voice lilting back to the rest if her crew when Izuku was buried out of sight and out of mind in the corner of the dancefloor next to those he knew well enough to feel a little more at ease.

    "Whoa- not on me, please!" Hanta Sera cried as he flinched away from his friend when Izuku's hand dropped from his jawline suddenly. While the urge to let it out faded he still felt like shit.

    Like it was lurking under his gut, paining him with the misery of deep breaths just as his lingering classmates observed when he slumped to the wall, and held it back once more just to say something back.

    "I'm good," He lied, one hand brushing away the touch that Hanta offered as the other braced himself to the wall. "I think I need some sleep or at least a bathroom very soon-"

    "Next door on your right," Denki Kaminari spoke up, clinging back from the fear of being the target of bile. Still, his face brought comfort. A sharp grin, jagged hair that formed black and blond spikes his hands could course through crudely if he tried.

     "I think I'll be okay for now," Came the weak response Izuku consoled him with, attempting to force back that glazed look of clamminess in his face and skin. It all felt kind of gross and yet exhilarating at one time; it was thrilling yet disgusting- that somehow surging feeling in his veins causing Izuku to crank out a single smile back to his friends. "Unless you want to hang around and see."

   Denki dramatically pushed his body to the wall in a laugh. "Don't do it, I swear to god-"

    "I won't!"

    Izuku pondered, maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe those random kids just weren't his cup of tea- they just weren't capable of understanding what it was like hoping someone would just find the time and will to talk to him instead of him doing all the talking.

��   His heart was racing, yet his brain wasn't working on hyper drive anymore. Maybe the upperclassmen were right when they said he needed to cut loose and find what it meant to let go- to have the time of his life before he was graduating with piss poor grades and it didn't quite work out for him like he'd hoped.

     Like a fall-back plan that only a drop-out could come up with, he thought, or someone like Minoru Mineta who only dreamed he would ever study like the rest of them and make it big. He'd think something like a wild party would make paying thousands of dollars worthwhile.

    But, the thing was, Izuku hated that plan. The one that said his memories would last forever when they didn't even last the minute, the hour- the second he was damn near wasted after even just a few more sips of coaxing.

    Hanta could do it. He could take the taste like a champion unlike Izuku would have ever seen! Frankly, he was proud of the guy. The dark hair being pushed back over his forehead as he chugged it, setting the cup aside in a bow as Denki and someone else applauded- a blur in Izuku's fragmented state that couldn't even focus on a face anymore.

    There was a crew in the corner playing a couple of games creeping on the border of inappropriate. Tangled lips, bumped noses played around a bottle with their cellphones snapping pics of good hookups Izuku was too shy to join.

    He'd never been kissed- never been touched like the dancers around Kyoka Jirou making her feel like the last girl alive in the midst of heated drops and beats blasting under her sneakers Izuku had to watch or see it all.

    He couldn't dance either. And he could never dance like them with hips in such a circular motion- arms clinging to one another til his breath was lost among the gaping guys who had to move along or be caught dead.

    There was confusion- his tipsy stare losing its impressions as he stumbled more so thank walked among his classmates. They were just faces now. They were just another person in the mass of body heat and breathy, slurred, sound.

    But he could still hear the sounds.

    Chanting, a roaring battle of tones and arguing shouts that butted against each other like horns in every screeching challenge they gave.

   He just didn't know how it started. How it came to this sequence of threats and harsh words.

    Something Izuku could still see? That Inasa Yoarashi was at least a couple inches taller than Shoto Todoroki and staring down at him like the barrel of a gun trained on his scarred face. His menacing words minced like tiny knives- wrenching a painful insult into the face of Izuku's classmate mercilessly.

     Inasa didn't need to think about it. He hated the kid, and he hated him for making him have to hate him- making him waste his time standing like there a statue when Inasa was prepared for the first shot to be taken.

    Shoto had his fist drawn; his teeth were gnashed together tight as Izuku recalled hurdling between the gathering crowd of lifted voices for one reason- something he forgot as he bee-lined through the hallway and felt his heels dig into the wood just to watch how white hands were shoved into Shoto's chest and tried to knock him back.

    "Go on," Inasa snapped. "Hit me like the hero you are."

    Shoto was ready to try, but his form stayed frozen even in the heat of the situation consuming him.

    Not that Yo would have let him fall. He just shoved him back in, tossing away the reasoning to stop it all before it really began- but he was just another drunken teenager screaming "Fight!" at the top of his lungs into the circle of punches soon to be thrown as they all watched.

    He could hear Momo Yaoyorozu crying out to stop them- her panic evident. Minoru wanted to see how it played out- his excitement building like bricks the way Izuku's heavy chest and stomach felt when he let his own voice ring out, but it seemed to mean almost nothing.

    "Stop it," Izuku felt his lips exclaim, or so he thought. Maybe it was just a mumble. Perhaps no one even heard him say a thing as his arms began forcing open a hole in the crowd before him, watching it all go down like a ship in the debris when Shoto Todorki's head turned acutely from the way Inasa swung.

   "Stop it-"

    "Hey, Izuku!" Someone cried, gasping aloud as their shout was drowned upon dozens of other exclamations and groans sounding through the herd.

    "How dumb are you?" Someone asked loudly when it all halted abruptly when the floor was all that Izuku felt under his palms and his cheek thudding hard with his heartbeat that made everyone sound so far away.

    He'd honest to god been punched so many times before that he would have thought he would have learned to expect it. But they just never stopped throbbing. Never started making him reconsider the things he did before diving face-first into a brawl that wound up getting him smacked down brutally into the floor at his friends' feet as they divided to help him up.

    "You would rather just let your friend take the hit than fight back," Inasa snickered as his back turned from Shoto, ignoring how the UA students fussed over Izuku like herded cattle. Izuku heard him say it, grinding his teeth as his eye felt like it bled from its socket when his expression twitched.

   Even though it was just the alcohol, for the most part. It was just the thrill of the situation that drove him to become some idiotic hero whose face was growing twice the size of a balloon- he just wanted to feel like he hadn't done something so intensely dumb at that second when the party was over.

    Mostly because Toshinori Yagi and Shota Aizawa, a couple of pretty pissed off teachers looming over the scene said so.

    "Scrape him off the floor," Mr. Aizawa demanded with a sigh. His bloodshot eyes stared jaggedly over to Camie and Yo who began gathering their things as they prepared to depart. "And everyone get out."

    Too bad Izuku didn't remember much more than that.

    Waking up after that was just a little worse. It was a pinch of humiliation mixed with a hefty amount of swelling pressing into the pillow he turned toward in a miserable groan. It felt like it throbbed to the touch, his fingers sliding away as they threaded into emerald green of his hair.

    The sound of the alarm next to his head was a nuisance, the burden of his classes weighing his body deeper into the mattress as though he were being sucked into its grasp. But he could hardly find the energy to move, the will to search for the droning sound blaring close to his ear as Izuku felt everything shriek with pain at once.

   His head, his stomach, his face that despised his every movement even when drawing the pillow across his jaw like an ice pack that only soothed its scorching agony for just a moment when dragging his legs over the edge of the bed creaking on his cautious steps.

    One step closer to a sight he'd never get out of his brain- one that paralyzed his entire body just grazing its dreadful scene in the reflection. Even when dim, it was obvious.

     The blackened flesh that plastered his jaw, the bruised complexion of his cheek widened like the rounded shape of a fist he could still feel planting into the side of his face. Like he could still act out his dramatic failure by flopping onto the floor- that's how fresh it felt- how it looked when he dared lean in closer to inspect its damage.

    Severe enough that he cringed, rubbing his nape awkwardly as excuses ran rampant through his mind. But who would believe them?

    With his phone running off the hook with notifications he was positive not a single soul would think he ran into a bathroom door or suffered some unfortunate baseball accident. Not when everyone who knew him had seen his hundreds of superhero posters and collections of manga- not really one for sports after all.

    If he learned anything from that one, incredibly strange incident, it was that he acted stupid, drank himself stupid, and, now of all things, wound up looking stupid with the trophy of Inasa Yoarashi swelling out to be traced by his finger like a tumour stretching out of his face.

    But that's just what he got for playing it off cool.

    Chasing the pills with coffee made it a little better. Katsuki Bakugou only felt his best when not slumped over his homework hungover; his ideal morning right now fading back like a dream when he thought about grasping the sheets of his bed, forgetting the exams like his end of the nightmare was over.

    The pills dulled the headache at least, and the coffee made him feel like he'd slept more than the three hours after being cast out of the main building like trash for winding up tipsy and out of his mind like the rest of them.

    Losers.

    And he wasn't one of them; not a wimp that couldn't force out thoughtless ideals on paper for his essay due in a day as it formed on his notebook aimlessly. It meant nothing. His mind sloshing out garbage with ease as he leaned against his wrist, pressing into his temple as the pressure still canned his process painfully.

   He swore it felt too warm outside anyway- hard to focus even when shucking the Varsity jacket absorbing more sunlight than needed in the autumn breeze sucking all his concentration like sap.

    Maybe it was all a blatant trap. Distractions engulfing the green in masses, all staring down at their phones like they had been apart of the reel of last night's gamble. The events posted on every site available to their mindless devices displaying every angle of the students no one got to see.

    Not when they were losing their damn minds over a few tastes of alcohol slipped in like a phantom drug to their drinks. Just a bunch of idiots lost to the devices of mind games and slurred behaviour that made Katsuki's teeth grind.

    Because he was among those idiots.

    Hell, he couldn't handle the liquor either. It made him want to gag- the taste so bitter it made him choke- its dizziness still lingering as it preyed on his weakness. It played him like the fool he was and made him into the kind of spineless creature he refused to become.

    And the chance that any of those cameras saw that mocked him. It destroyed him as his fingers stretched tighter around his pencil with efforts to think back to the passage he scanned with a hefty sigh.

    Did he even give a fuck about poetry? Did any of these lines mean anything but nonsense to him?

     The answer was no, but it wasn't like he focused on them enough to find any meaning. He wanted to think about watching Shoto Todoroki getting served with something well-deserved. At least, that's what Katsuki thought of it.

    Watching Inasa hover him, bark at him like a mad dog with his hands shoving him, pushing him down a few notches while Katsuki joined the crowd and just begged them to fight it out. It was the right thing to do. Stupid as all hell, but it felt right.

    Shoto could take the hit, and he got to see him battered like yesterday's hero with pleasure. Win-win, and it made Katsuki smirk just recalling it. One of the only things he could remember really since he was so out of it after that chugging contest with his friends that it all blacked out.

    Roses are red, violets are blue, if I hated anyone it'd be fucking you.

    Now that was poetry, he teased in his mind, humming in victory as it made his eyes roll. He'd do any kind of procrastinating to avoid this shit right now.

     He'd even talk to the one guy he almost couldn't stand the most. A lie, true, but it was one of those pride things weaved into his skull as his hand slammed down on his textbook when he raised his voice across the green as a body passed. Their vivid hair stood out among the bland colour scheme of the outdoors.

    "What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?"

    Eijiro Kirishima paused roughly, face packed with a defensive bewilderment as his body seemed to stiffen at the call. He was dressed somehow well for the morning after the night of their ruined lives.

    Matching jacket with the varsity patch, rugged jeans gashed at the knees sluggishly moving closer with the toss of his bag along the seat opposite of Katsuki Bakugou whose vision narrowed on the lack of gel in his friend's hair.

    Rival, he corrected daftly.

    "You never wear your hair like that," He commented, snubbing him altogether as Eijiro tried to smile and wave his way through the confrontation. "It's fucking weird."

    "When it's down?" The red-head asked curiously, smoothing his fingers at the back of his head where the loose ponytail looped around his fingers that seemed to shake  even as he let them fall away from the holder. "I-I didn't have the energy to style it, bro."

    "Since when do you do anything?" He asked, referring to their athletics, hinting subtly at the last few attempts of training together where Katsuki wound up besting him at a few repetitions of exercises before Eijiro was passing up weights and push-ups for breathers.

    Sly as he was, Katsuki knew it no longer hurt Eijiro to be poked fun at- not by Katsuki who never meant a damn thing he said by default. At least, not when he knew it was the only guy who trusted him enough to say they were friends.

   Friends who bickered, playfully insulted one another- made sure they really felt the burn when they pushed each other to the brink of insanity and athletics.

    But being Katsuki's friend was like playing with fire. It looked cool- a stunning mark on the reputation that scarred and left him feeling a little singed as soon as he saw the blond's mouth open in another rebuttal.

    He always had something witty to say, and Eijiro just wasn't quick enough on the draw yet to top him.

    "Says the guy in the hoodie and sweatpants,"

    "Did you mean, my usual attire?" Katsuki quipped, head tilting as his coffee was chugged back before being cast aside into the nearest trash can.

   "You dressed up for the party yesterday-"

   "That's a damn lie,"

    Ripped jeans and a black tank top definitely cut the edge of dressing up, yes, but it was enough to say that the red-head wasn't foolish for noticing the gap in difference.

    "I want poetry to fucking die- spill the answers before I ruin your day." Katsuki finally cut to the point of calling his Rival over just as he drummed his fingertips on his textbook impatiently.

    Not that Eijiro had any time to actually read their homework very thoroughly himself seeing as his night left him drained- his emotions tipping scales as he felt sweat beading on the back of his skin when Katsuki huffed out a breath that pushed wisps of thin blond over his nose.

   Sharp teeth hesitated to speak, lips drawn over a few syllables as he thought carefully before speaking on his swift, poor, decision. "You just wanted to talk about our homework?"

   "I don't really want to talk to you any other time, so yeah?" His voice tilted to a question for a moment before watching his friend form a sarcastic smirk. "Your lazy ass did your homework, right?"

   "You always steal my answers!"

    A wave of comforting whimsy washed over the dorky athlete, his deep exhale lurking under a thrum of anxiety that slowly slipped back into the confines of his joyful expression when Katsuki gestured needily for the binder Eijiro pulled from his bag. And it was ripped out of his grasp before he could argue- watching as the pages were flipped knowingly to the right section- by memory.

    A display of the frequency that Katsuki Bakugou didn't do his homework like he said when he began scanning the chicken-scratch writing for keywords he could sprinkle into his own essay without remorse.

    "I'll actually do this shit when I'm not hungover,"

    The red-head's hand concealed a yawn as he nodded. "Yeah, Mr. Toshinori says the punch we drank was spiked- don't know who did it though."

    "Why would we?" Katsuki scoffed.

    "'Dunno? Cameras?" He leaned his chin onto the picnic table as he tried scrolling through his phone absently to ease the tension from the rest of his gut at long last. "What do you remember?"

    His fingers stopped on the keys of his typing, reluctant to have asked as his lips moved without reason- his eyes snapping shut as he heard the table creak and his friend mutter something foul.

   "A fucking pathetic fight, I guess? Me chugging a shit drink that tasted like puke? What else you wanna know?"

    Eijiro shrugged, snickering as he rebuked "Your snapchat?"

    Katsuki's eyes rolled, but he slid his cellphone to the willing poetry donator after unlocking the device's screen for him.

   "Send me anything weird, and you're dead."

    "What defines as weird?"

    Eijiro watched as he added the name read off the user screen, the notification appearing on Katsuki's phone as he sent it through and let his trembling hand hold it momentarily.

    Katsuki flipped his book closed, the binder he borrowed being forced back into Eijiro's grasp as he recollected his cellphone with a grunt.

    They both started to stand, the table almost being shifted aside as the red-head's graceless attempts to jolt out of its reach were almost rushed. He was instantaneous to react, his face crudely forming a grin as he tried to end the conversation with a fist bump- or a handshake-

   Katsuki could hardly tell as awkwardly formed as it was.

    And, either way, he didn't care. It was an invitation to grab him by the knuckle and squeeze so hard it made the guy gasp, his heels driven off their stance as Katsuki drove his shoulder into Eijiro brutally until he was knocked off his feet and to the grass with a groan of slight pain when his stomach argued with the strike nastily.

    It was a game they played. A weird strength test that made them somehow feel a little more manly the less it hurt to be tossed into nearby lockers and walls.

    A guy thing, Eijiro liked to explain, but no one could make sense of his pleasure in being almost bullied by Katsuki who watched him struggle to stand for a second as his breath coughed out raggedly and his fingers raked the earth for support.

   It was just like that. Katsuki was an aggressive guy, and he had an oddly aggressive way of greeting and saying goodbye to his friends who stood to wave him off.

    "See ya later," Eijiro called out, watching as Katsuki did nothing to answer him back even after hearing him. But that was best.

   Eijiro clung to his phone, sweat on his palm making it hard to hold it tight as it felt like it would slide out of his touch at any second.

    He could see the message ghosting his notifications as a warning he didn't want to answer yet- his heart shadowed in anxiety again as he felt his teeth bite hard to his lip.

[Best Bro - (Sent 04:02 am) - I don't think you should even ask him about it yet. It's Katsuki, and Katsuki is, well, Katsuki.]

     His fingers began typing back swiftly, breath held as he slumped back against the picnic table, glancing to see Katsuki off by the main building as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then replied.

[You - (Sent 11:18 am) - He doesn't even remember anything!! D: ]

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Increased My Vertical Jump Ability From 32 to 44 Inches

What’s going on guys my name is Alan from corebits.tumblr.com.

“Why My Story Will Shock You… And How I Increased My Vertical Jump Ability From 32 To 44 Inches Within Only 3 Short Months With No Additional Training Time, Equipment Or Supplements…”

If You’re Ready To Finally Say Goodbye To Spending Hundreds Of Hours On The Court And Gym, Wasting Time And Money To Useless Manuals Or Equipment With No Or Little Progress On Your Vertical Jump Abilities…If You Are Ready To Finally start Jumping Vertically And Gain The Envy Of Your Team Members and Opponents….My Story Will Be The Most Important One You Ever Read…

From the Desk of Vincent Evans, GA

If you’re thinking about buying jumpsoles, expensive supplements, or any other vertical jumping product to increase your vertical jump, I’m extremely relieved that you’ve found my blog. You will be amazed and even shocked as to how advanced, effective and different to anything else this method is that I have discovered after searching through tons and tons of material on the web and devouring almost every manual there is on how to jump higher. Yes, “almost” as there are still one or two manuals out there that I haven’t read. And I am glad I don’t have to waste any more money and time, because I finally found something that works and that is simply out of this world.  

Forget about JumpSoles, forget about expensive supplements, heck forget just about everything you have ever learned about jumping higher!

I have been playing Basketball for over 15 years now. Being only 5,10” tall, I have always had quite a disadvantage over most of the other players I played with or against. I always had to emphasize on learning superb technique, which is the reason why I had to tackle one of the most important aspects of improving my game – the vertical jump. I thought it would be quite easy, so I just tried any conventional strength and quickness training methods I could get my hands on via Google and Amazon. However, I improved only marginally, and finally hit a plateau after 3 years of very, very intensive jump training. Have I reached my genetic potential? At 32 inches…”No way!” I thought!

Jumping higher is not about a lot of practice, or simply doing exercises over and over. It did not work for me and it won’t work for you! I thought by training really hard and trying out all those theories and manuals from the so called “Jump Gurus”, it would only be a matter of time and practice that I that would get to the top of all vertical jumpers – after all, I was training hard, by the book, and it also felt like effective training. And they say that persistence pays of, right? Wrong! I wasted so much time and energy (not to mention money), and it was an incredibly frustrating experience. So what does work? The quality of exercise, the right formula, and a very unique set of very advanced knowledge are required to get to the top. No wonder there are only so few expert vertical jumpers in the world, of which many are also “just” genetically blessed. Most of the advanced players in the NBA have access to the world renowned coaches, who are being paid literally millions of dollars to teach this. It is about working smart, not just hard. And in this case it actually is about working very smart.

But, what exactly do I mean by saying the right formula or simply a lot of advanced knowledge? Let’s first check out…

Why almost 90% of all written vertical jump material is simply misleading, obsolete or ineffective

I am totally not here to put other vertical jump manuals down. That is just not my place. However, I do want to share my experiences with The Jump Manual by Jacob W. Hiller and how it totally stands out in comparison to the rest of the material out there.

One of the reasons why most jump programs out there don’t work is since they are written by ghost writers hired by internet marketers. Most of them have never ever even trained in vertical jumping at all, but make it alluring to buy their manual in which they sell very general training ideas, that is normally readily available elsewhere.

Another reason why none of that stuff works to create what experts call “vertical explosions” is that most trainings just train one facet, while effective vertical jumping consists of a multi-faceted approach where 9 variables need to be trained for notable results. When added together, you build up massive effects.

Also, I found that some trainers are just focusing on their own personal experiences. But what these trainers often tend to ignore is that they belong to the few that are genetically blessed and that they could just do about anything that makes a bit of sense to increase their jumping ability (pretty much so as it is the case with bodybuilders on stereoids). And sadly for most people, these training programs yield little to no results.

Eventually, I found something that worked – fast and effectively

So let’s check out what is probably the burning question of yours by now. What IS actually working? What is the magic formula or that advanced training I have been speaking about all this while? Well, there is actually nothing magical about this method, it’s based on pure science and a lot of work with hundreds of athletes.

Having spent so much time, money and energy desperately trying to succeed with products that would help me with my ability to increase my vertical leap as fast as only possible and surpass the skill of anyone I played against, I am so glad that I found something that works this great.

I never heard of  The Jump Manual before and I was a little sceptical due to my experiences in the past. However, after reading some complimentary reviews, recommendations and studying this subject more closely, as well as the fact that the costs to set up is so minimal, I decided to give it a try.

Jacob is not an internet marketer and I think that is the reason why there are still some products that are bought over his (as he is really a none-BS type of guy). He has trained NBA player, Olympians and professional dunkers and for the last 10 years has focused his entire time and energy to this one specialty – helping others to increase their vertical jump quickly. I first couldn’t believe the hype in the testimonials, but then I read his guarantee. He promises that you will increase your vertical by at least 10 inches or he refunds you. Since I could try it out for 60 days, why not!?

I used his methods, asked him questions when I did not understand anything, and in only 2 short weeks I had a 4" increase in my jumping ability! And after 3 months, I increased my abilites from 32 to 44"! At thispoint of time, I am just excited to even further improve my vertical leap.

You might be like my previous articles: - Plyometrics Exercises - Measure Your Vertical Jump

Some of the people I met in the forums actually come from very different angles. Some have experienced a plateau, just like me, and used the method to break through it immediately. Some needed an edge due to their heights, others are tall and have literally become inconvincible on the court with this further skill.

It is fun to see people’s faces that see me do a 360 dunk at 5,10” or block guys that are substantially taller. It’s impressive and this can be a lot of fun for you, too.

At a gist, this is what you get in the program:

Complete workout chart

Complete training video library

Exact nutrition plan

One-on-one training

Weight room alternatives

Much more

Here’s why I recommend it.

The reason why I recommend The Jump Manual is because I followed Jacob’s plan for a matter of weeks and the results were almost unbelievable. It yielded figures that many would have never reached or if lucky over the course of years!

Although it did take me longer to improve my vertical jump than some testimonials on Jacob’s website, I did manage to get an average of over 1 inch per week for around 3 months now, which I’m sure you’ll agree is nothing short of astonishing. And I am excited about where the journey will lead towards, as I am definitely not maxed out yet as I still aim at cranking the over the rim windmill! I finally managed to push through my plateau, which is a problem most people that train hard encounter sooner or later without this method. When I am on the court, I can’t believe how high I am jumping, and so can’t the other players. The improvement was just way too fast!

In my opinion, The Jump Manual is way more superior and far more effective than any of the other products I tried. Obviously, and I know that, everyone is different, but it has worked extremely well for me and I am excited to spread the word to everyone I know or don’t know.

The best part is that you don’t have to spend more time in the gym or waste money on things that don’t work, such as supplements and expensive equipment. Working smart, not just hard, is what you want. Yes, you will have to put in the effort to going trough the advanced material (and it really is advanced), and yes you will have to take the courage to try out something incredibly new and different than what you probably know or ever have heard of, but in matter of only days, you will realize very measurable first results. You will see changes almost immediatey, and with the coaching and help of Jacob, and other forum members (I actually got to meet some of the folks from the forum, which really is motivating and fun) it is really difficult to not succeed with this quickly.

Anyway, I hope you’ve found this information useful in which ever stage you are on your vertical journey, because if I had only known about the The Jump Manual a few years back, I would have saved a lot of trouble, money and headaches with all these other things I tried out, but well, you live and learn. I wish you every success!