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GOLDEN HOUR!!!
With a bizarre pose and the will of Yachiho, time was rewound five seconds before.
“GO!!!” Erasure Head announced like he hadn’t seconds ago.
Izuku rushed forward, concentrating all the energy in his legs to dash. However, unlike last time, he stopped and jumped into the air. I see it. He analyzed her face, a drip of sweat running down her cheek. She used her quirk and reversed time!
Seeing how they changed tactics, Yachiho unholstered her pistol and prepared another pose.
“The overconfidence in your quirk will be your downfall!” Himari announced—gripped his chains from seeing her movements. This was our initial strategy. Use Izuku’s speed to disorient her and attack at the right moment. She began to look over their plan momentarily. It’s fairly easy to tell when Yachiho has used Golden Hour. It’s written all over her face. The quirk is still draining after all the training she does and kicks the wind out of her. In order to win this we have to adjust accordingly to her state. When it looks like she’s tired, we keep our distance and when she tries to pose, we strike her down before she can. This is how we will win! Increasing the power throughout Izuku, she called out, “Go now!”
Buffing the muscles in his calves, Izuku kicked the air behind him to dash. He propelled forward, directing the energy back into his palms–performing another Brand Break. Yachiho was bashed into the ground, creating a crater and causing debris to scatter like a bomb had gone off. Blood puked out of Yachiho’s mouth, splattering throughout the air like a piece of art.
Admittedly, that punch had more oomf to it. Izuku realized that his first punch had left Yachiho conscious enough to still be able to use her quirk. It was already a mistake to have let her use it one time, he couldn’t allow it a second time. Unfortunately, the palm strike wasn’t powerful enough to break her determination.
Yachiho may have been cocky beyond comprehension, but she wasn’t a lazy genius. Like all those determined to become heroes, she worked her body to the max and trained without regret. Yachiho was no slacker.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Yachiho raised her head and moved through the pain. Moving her limbs, she struck a new pose–releasing a bright energy that formed, turning gears to that of a ticking clock.
Golden Hour–Rewind Five seconds!!!
Once more, time went back right when Izuku and Himari were jumping up.
He kicked the air and used that speed to hit me. That just means I need to activate Golden Hour faster! Yachiho contemplated, striking a quick pose. Golden Ho- Agh!
“Delaware Smash!”
A wave of air rushed forward, smacking Yachiho and knocking her back. Looking directly at Izuku, she saw the extension of his middle finger. He’s strong enough to propel air?!
“It seems you underestimated Izuku!” Himari hailed, holding tight on Izuku’s chain.
Rolling on the ground and onto her feet, Yachiho backed away “Tch. We’ll see about that!” Raising her left arm up and her right sideways.
Golden Hour–Stop Time For Five Seconds!
Gears flashed from light, and the world went into a dim darkness. Everything and everyone around Yachiho froze in place.
“Hah! You’re done!” Aiming her gun straight, Yachiho would lose her confidence. No one was there. Turning her head around, she would spot Izuku and Himari in the far corner of the arena. “Shit, they’re out of my range!” Running towards them, she would shoot her pistol, trying to get an attack in.
At the last moment, the time freeze was released, and Izuku reacted to the incoming bullet, dashing out of the way. “Smoke Smash!” Rotating his forearm like a Nebraska Smash, he released a hefty amount of smoke from his hands. The spiraling whirlwind spread the smoke around the whole arena, disrupting everyone’s vision.
“What the hell?! Where did that smoke come from?” Mira stood from her seat. Watching the mass smoke spread.
“Hmm, a new power.” Ren frets, amused by this new development. One For All is more interesting than I thought.
“Woah! He used the wind pressure from twisting his arm to spread the smoke faster! That’s genius!” A pink-haired girl quickly processed. Her name was Konomi Tatara, a person who loved martial arts and looked up to many heroes. She was a figure that Kyouka was familiar with, since they had the same mentor at some point. Which coincidentally happened to be Konomi’s grandmother.
“That wind pressure is something you would see from All Might.” Tsuyu Asui thought out loud.
“Hmm, meh, I wouldn’t say it’s like All Might. It would be way stronger!” Denki rejected.
Ejiro rolled his eyes, “Bro, you’re just saying that because you want Yachiho to win.”
“Hey man, I’m just trying to win the bet.” The lightning user shrugged.
“Wait, what!” Tenya shot out from his seat. “Why are you guys betting on our classmates?!”
“Don’t blame me! She started it!” Denki pointed at the row behind him, revealing Yukina to be calmly seated.
Tenya chopped the air, “Don’t make bets with your fellow classmates! It’s disrespectful to our peers!”
“Nothing wrong with a little wager, merely brightening the atmosphere.” Yukina defended, a cold tone to her voice.
“Everyone shut up! I’m trying to pay attention to the fight, dammit!” Katsuki yelled like a ferocious beast.
Back to the match, the arena was covered in a spreading smoke, blinding everyone within it. Yachiho spun her head around, attempting to sense where Izuku and Himari went. The sound of clattering footsteps rang out around her–too fast for her to track.
Shit, they’re too fast, and even if I stopped time, I couldn’t find them in this smoke! Yachiho panicked, aiming her pistol around and firing random shots until her magazine emptied. I need to reload before he- uuaaaghh!
A punch to her left side struck a stinging pain, flinging her like a rag. Yet once more, the pain didn’t stop her and she hit another pose before she could exit the arena.
Golden Hour-Rewind Five Seconds!!!
Back to where she was on the ground and hearing the clattering footsteps, she discontinued firing her pistol as a smile formed, I know where you are now! Pointing her weapon to her left, she fired the remaining bullets in her magazine. “You fools!”
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
“Agh!” Izuku yelped, feeling the bullets pierce the side of his gut. How did she- crap! She must have reversed time after seeing which direction we attacked her from! Reeling over, clutching his stomach–Izuku staggered.
“Izuku!” Himari called out, a deep worry flooded her words. “We need to circle around and attack fast!”
“I’m fine, it barely stings.” Izuku lied. “This body is durable enough to wait for it to heal.” Pressing his foot against the concrete ground, he focused on harnessing energy to his arms. Smokescreen is like a double-edged sword. She’ll have a hard time finding me, but I won’t be able to find her easily either! That just means… He formed a tight fist. “Himari, hold on!”
“Huh? What are you-!”
Punching the ground with all of his power, a shockwave erupted through the ground, causing the arena to break apart. The smoke scattered, and shards of concrete spiked up, springing Yachiho into the air. In a panic, she tried to activate her quirk.
Golden Hou-!
In the span of a second, her right hand was grabbed by Izuku.
“I won’t allow you!” His grip was solid, preventing her from posing. “Oklahoma Smash!” Spinning around at rapid speeds, Izuku produced enough rotational speeds to create a mini whirlwind that further ripped the arena.
“I’m starting to think I fucked up with that bet.” Denki slowly groveled, slipping down his seat.
“Can’t back out of our bet, that would simply be unfair.” Yukina was amused, tapping the hand of her chair.
Continuing on with the whirlwind that Yachiho was stuck in, her mind was in a daze. This isn’t good, I’m going to hurl! Having the pistol in her left hand, she fired a bullet through his forearm.
“Auugh!” Izuku groaned in pain. The wound slowly healed, but his grip loosened.
“Let go ya bastard!” Folding her body, Yachiho kicked Izuku in the face–forcing him to release her hand. The centrifugal force pushed her across the arena and she did a rough roll upon land. “I won’t allow you to ridicule me anymore!” Before Izuku and Himari could react, Yachiho pointed her left arm up and her right to her side before striking a random pose.
Golden Hour-Stop Time For Five Seconds!
Freezing the world, she dashed across the arena. “I know I’m far away, but I’ll make use of it!” Reloading her gun, she slid across the ground. “You’re gone!”
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Three bullets flew through frozen time, stuck on a course towards Izuku and Himari. In the blink of an eye, time resumed and the bullets pierced through his body. One punctured his solar plexus, another ripping his right shoulder, and the last thankfully missing.
Izuku fell to one kneel, holding his bleeding chest. “Crap, I screwed up and let her use Golden Hour…”
“It’s fine, we just have to keep overwhelming her!” Himari held onto his bleeding shoulder, attempting to stop the bleeding. “Time to surround her!”
“Right!” Izuku thundered with radiance. Conjuring One For All’s strength, he spread the power around his body at around 20%, matching that strength with his slave forms energy. The balance isn’t perfect, but I have more than enough strength in my legs to achieve the speed I want! Blitzing with speed comparable to 40% of One For All, he circled around Yachiho in blinding swiftness.
“Your speed isn’t enough to outpace frozen time!” Yachiho tried to activate Golden Hour. Unfortunately, like what had happened before, Izuku reacted faster.
“Brand Break!” The slave performed another palm strike to her side, the damage being more volatile from the increase in power. However, before she could be knocked back, Izuku grabbed her by the collar and slammed her into the ground.
From the stands, a yellow-haired girl cheered, “Oh man, he has it all!” Her green eyes brightened at Izuku’s strength. “What has Himari been teaching him?”
“They’ve been working on that Brand Break attack to perfection, Shushu.” Kyouka answered, a sense of pride sparking for her friends.
“Seriously, you have to introduce me to Midoriya!” Shushu Suruga nodded happily.
“Maybe later, I’m guessing, after this, they’re going to be dead tired.” Kyouka let out a small sigh, knowing what’s probably going to happen after the match. Which oddly struck a feeling of jealousy through her heart.
Towering over Yachiho, the slave concentrated his form's energy into his fist. “Detroit Smash!”
Predicting the trajectory of his attack, the time user rolled to the side to avoid it. “Your strength is impressive, but it’s nothing to a gun!”
Bam!
A spark exploded from the inner of her barrel, a bullet shot tearing a hole through the side of his head. The projectile entered and exited from the top of his head–blood pouring out like a water fountain.
“Shit! We need to stop the match!” Vlad King panics, starting to move, but being stopped by Shota. “Huh? What the hell are you doing?”
“Don’t interrupt. This might seem bad, but it would be an insult to temper their convictions." Erasure Head looked at his fellow teacher.
“That still doesn’t make it right! He’s hurt!” The blood hero argued.
“Trust me, this won’t be enough to put him down.” Erasure Head glanced back at the students fighting, pointing at Izuku's wound. It was slowly healing back. Much less, it didn’t seem to affect him much. That kid’s pain tolerance is on another level.
“It seems my sister found the craziest person to have as her dog.” Yachiho stood up, jumping back to gain distance between them. If she was going to be honest with herself, her feet were shivering. Izuku was more insane than she thought.
“All heroes are crazy in one way or another…” Izuku held the side of his head, feeling the blood beginning to clot. Despite the bleeding stopping, the majority of his face and neck were painted a deep crimson red.
Himari quivered at the sight. Her chest felt tight from seeing how hurt he was. This is going so far, yet he’s still going. There’s no denying it, I can never treat him like I did before. He’s doing so much I need to thank him for it and I can only do that if we win! She tapped him on his back to garner his attention. “You’re hurt badly, we need to keep our distance and attack using air pressure.”
“That sounds good.” He affirmed, going into another sprint. Using his slave form’s energy and One For All at 25%, he jumped into the air. I must use everything in my arsenal. If I can’t win a fight like this, then how can I expect to save and help everyone! Concentrating his power into his middle finger, he flicked it–shooting a wave of air pressure. “Delaware Smash!”
Shit! Jumping out of the way, Yachiho was blown away by the air pressure. She fell and rolled across the ground, nearly exiting the arena. Crap, I almost got disqualified! Standing up swiftly, Yachiho ran forward and aimed her pistol. “Staying in the air and attacking from a distance isn’t going to stop me from shooting you!”
“You won’t have an opportunity to attack!” Himari quarreled back. Listening to her words, Izuku launched a flurry of air waves forcing Yachiho to dodge.
The attacks were restless. Yachiho kept on her toes, sprinting around the arena—rolling or jumping from the ravaging air pressure. The situation got worse considering the state of the arena. The concrete floor was in ruins, spikes protruding and holes forming from web like cracks. The environment made it hard for Yachiho to keep a steady running pace without tripping.
Minute by minute, her stamina drained, and the ground around her exploded from mere wind. It felt like a war was taking place, and she was being rained down on by infantry and missiles. If this kept up, Yachiho’s stamina would go to waste, and she wouldn’t be able to use Golden Hour anymore.
I have to use Golden Hour and-!
“Texas Smash!” The slave announced, sending another large wave of air that caught her off guard and bashed her into the sky.
This power is too insane! He keeps sending me into the air like it’s nothing! I need to redo this! Spinning around in the air, Yachiho began her initial pose, switching to a new pose.
Golden Hour-Rewind Five Seconds!
Back running on the ground, Yachiho stopped in her tracks and spun to face Izuku and Himari. “You fools! You made a mistake and now you’ll face failure!” Using all the strength in her body, she flung her head back—pointing a finger to the sky.
Golden Hour: Prime Time!
Bending time to her will, the world fell into a frozen state.
“Hah! You thought this was my limit! You guessed wrong!” Yachiho spouted cockiness. She looked up to see Izuku having tried to retreat. “Normally, freezing time for five seconds wouldn’t give me enough time to reach you, but this is different!” She ran closer to their position. “By striking a supreme pose, I can stop time for ten seconds.” Aiming her pistol with precise aim, the weapon fired. “This is the end of our spat!!!”
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Lined with precision, the bullets flew towards Izuku and Himari in frozen time—striking them just when Golden Hour ended. Their guttural voices rang throughout the stadium with painful grunts. Three of the five bullets pierced Izuku. Two being body shots and the third through the back of his head. The last two hit Himari in the arm and stomach.
Their bodies collapsed to the ground, a loud thud echoing like a tolling bell. Himari was in a horrible condition. The wound on her arm wasn’t so bad, merely a graze. Her stomach, on the other hand, was a different story. The bullet pierced at an angle, causing it to enter and exit—leaving two bleeding wounds. For Izuku, it wasn’t better; if anything, it was worse. Despite the barrier around the arena healing their wounds, Izuku hadn’t fully recovered from the previous bullet wounds. Now adding in his new ones, he had lost a lot of blood from his body, causing him to feel weakness in his muscles and mental disorientation.
“Sheesh, not that I’m thinking about it. Why does Yachiho have access to a gun? Don’t you need to be a specific age and have a license or something?” Hanta Sero questioned, wincing at the sight of blood.
“That’s because the Azuma family is classified as Guardians.” Ren perched an explanation.
Hanta perked an eyebrow, “Guardians? I’ve heard of those, but what are they?”
Ren softly giggled at her classmates' lack of knowledge, “Guardians are individuals with strong quirks that have been contracted with the government. In most cases, when the government contracts Guardians, they fund their families in order to raise strong children to later become Guardians. Specifically in this case, since Yachiho is a part of a Guardian family, it gives her leeway and special privileges to use weapons such as firearms.”
Hanta nodded in understanding, “Wow that’s crazy, that means they have a lot more freedom than the normal hero. What do Guardians actually do?”
“Depends on what they’re contracted for. Guardians on their normal schedules act like normal heroes by doing patrols and taking down lowly villains, but they play key roles in bigger operations.” Ren tapped the arm of her chair, an annoying memory flashing in her mind. “If a villain group is infamous and powerful enough, they’ll send a Guardian in during raids. This isn’t limited to villains here, but if there’s a terrorist organization in another country that’s a threat to our nation, then they’ll be sent to deal with them.” A small sigh escaped her lips. “In the worst-case scenario, Guardians can be deployed in a war. Like the name implies, they’re meant to protect the nation from outside threats.”
“That seems a bit overwhelming. If they’re meant to be special operatives like that, then they would have to kill.” Hanta slumped in his seat.
“It certainly is a heavy burden, but Guardians aren’t the only ones that will have to face such dilemmas. Heroes are civil servants like cops—the only thing separating us from them is that we’re allowed to use our Quirks.” Her face felt stone cold. “One day, there will be villains whom we will need to use lethal force on, and in some cases, this will result in their deaths.” Ren turned to meet the gazes of everyone who had been paying attention to her words. “I hope you will all be up to task.”
Ending her words off with a chilling tone, everyone else turned away—stuck in their thoughts. A lot of them felt their bones freeze at the thought of taking the life of another, while others were already preparing for it. Despite their stances on it, they all shared the same thought. As heroes who served the public, it would be undeniable that they would have to kill a villain in their lifetime.
During their internal conflicts, back in the arena, the fighters were having their own problems.
“We can’t lose… we have to win- pwah!” Heaving a puddle of blood beneath him, Izuku lifted a knee—resting his upper body on it.
“Oh how the slave has fallen. I guess the dog was finally shown his place.” Yachiho slowly walked towards them, trying to show off a confident aura. The display was quickly shattered when Izuku noticed her legs shaking, having a subtle limp to her walk.
That time stop must have drained nearly all of her stamina, and considering how many hits I landed against her—she must be barely standing. He analyzed, recognizing her weakness. She won’t be able to react. Izuku glanced back at Himari. She knelt over, clenching the wounds bleeding out from her stomach. Through her pain, she returned his glance. At that moment, they knew what the other was thinking.
“I’ll be honest. I was quite conflicted when fighting you.” Yachiho gripped the handle of her pistol. “You made a clear show of your power during the quirk apprehension test, it was impressive. Yet whenever I talked with you, you were an egoless boy. Rather conflicting traits.” Her gun raised at him, aimed for his stomach.
“A compliment followed up with an insult? That’s new. It’s usually one or the other. Though for most of my life, it’s the latter.” Izuku stood up tall on shaking legs. He spread his arms a bit out from his sides to create a blind spot for Himari. “I don’t usually pry people for information about their personal lives, but I like helping people and it looks like,” he pointed at Yachiho, “you need help. Perhaps therapy is an option.” A small chuckle escaped his mouth. “Families don't seek pleasure in seeing their members hurt.”
“Huh? Seek pleasure from seeing Himari hurt? Of course I don’t!” The gun-wielding Azuma growled showing her gritted teeth.
“Really? I find your words to not be matching your actions.” Izuku surmised in a sarcastic tone. “From what I’m seeing, it looks like you hate your sister.”
“What! I don’t hate her at all! I love-!” In the middle of her declaration of love, Izuku charged at Yachiho—catching her off guard. Before she could fire, Izuku’s body burst in a cloud of purple smoke and his slave form undid itself. “Get away you idiot!” Unloading every bullet from her pistol, the sound of bullets exploded from the chamber—each shot piercing through Izuku’s body.
Izuku fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming under him. Probably not his favorite moment at the time, but despite the pain of bleeding out, his plan had worked. Yachiho had been distracted by him.
“God dammit! He just had to create a smoke screen.” The gun wielder fanned the smoke with her hands—trying to get a clear view. “I just need to get my sister and I win-!”
Bam!
Blood spurts out of Yachiho, pain radiating from a bullet hole that had been formed on the side of her neck. The sudden attack had come out of nowhere with no warning. The question is, where did it come from?
Looking down to her right, Yachiho would be met with a surprise—Himari on the floor on her back with an arm transformed into a gatling gun. This was their uncommunicated plan. Izuku would stand up and cover as much space in front of Himari to create a blind spot so she could get herself together. While that happened, Izuku would distract Yachiho by talking about their sibling relationship and incite her rage. When he did so, he created a smoke screen and rushed forward to have her use all of her pistol’s ammo. Within this newly created smoke, Himari would finally hit the last strike and take down Yachiho.
“Well played… sister…” Using every ounce of her will, Yachiho complimented her sister before falling backwards–created her own pool of blood beneath her.
Himari sat up and raised her hand in victory. They did it. “We won… Izuku…” Feeling the adrenaline wear off, she promptly fell back, heaving spit and blood.
Seeing as how much blood was filling the floor of the arena, Erasure Head and Vlad King rushed to their sides. Considering the state of their body being exhausted and bullet-ridden, the situation was slowly turning to panic. Much so for Erasure Head when he examined Izuku’s condition. He wouldn’t be concerned for him if he had been shot in his slave form. However, seeing how he aggravated Yachiho to shoot him as a regular human, the teacher could only sigh in frustration.
“These problem children are insane…” Erasure Head grumbled, holding Izuku and putting pressure on his wounds. Not that it was working all too well. “Don’t worry, kid. The medical bots are on the way, they’ll-“
Izuku suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, “M-… m-make sure Himari and Yachiho g… get treated first…”
Erasure Head grimaced an annoyed look, “Kid, this isn’t the time to be worrying about others. They’re being looked over by Vlad King, but you, on the other hand.” He held a bleeding wound near Izuku’s neck. The bullet had blown a chunk of flesh from his trapezius muscle. “You’ll be lucky if you can retain full shoulder movement and only end up with some nerve damage. You’re fortunate the bullet missed an artery.”
“It… it was worth it.” Izuku flashed a smile–clutching his bleeding stomach. “I helped Himari… w-win. That’s all… that m-mattered and I-... I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Closing his eyes, Izuku passed out.
“If only it was that simple…” Erasure Head slapped himself mentally.
The remaining reactions of the students could be summarized to two emotions–amazement and interest. Ginna specifically was the most amazed, fan girling over what some may say, ‘their hella awesome fight’. Well, perhaps it was just Ginna describing it like that.
“This fight was hella awesome!” Ginna jumped in excitement, having seen the conclusion.
“It was super manly! Radical way to end it off!” Ejiro added on with his classic aura of manly joy.
“Don’t call your classmates slowly bleeding to death ‘hella awesome’ or ‘super manly’! That’s absurd!” Tenya stood up from his seat to scold the two.
“Lay off, glasses! It was awesome!” Shushu objected.
Kyouka slowly nodded along, “It might have ended violently, but it is still something to praise and celebrate.”
“Pretty hot too~” A black-haired girl with purple tips by the name of Yakumo Ezo seductively licked her lips.
Everyone whipped their heads to the girl with the perverted comment. There was a mix of reactions to her comment, with the majority feeling baffled, disturbed, or feeling second-hand embarrassment. For two blond girls, their emotions were in a more romantic sense.
Izuku is pretty cute~ Tenka amused in her mind. Seeing him in the arena was a sight to behold and it sparked something deep within her. The beat of her heart grew faster, and a tint of redness appeared on her cheeks. The way Izuku showed his ambition and determination to win while still being selfless. It was admirable. I want him~.
On the other spectrum of love, Toga from class 1-B had more violent thoughts. What she focused on was the blood pouring out of Izuku’s body. Omg! That blood is sexy as hell~! She bit the ends of her nails—drool slipping down the edges of her mouth. I want to become him. I want to suck all the blood out of him, transform into him, and stab him to death again! Oh his blood has such a nice color to it.
“Um, are you okay there, Toga?”
The crazed blonde turned to her side to see Itsuka Kendo glancing with a curious expression. It really didn’t help when she almost choked on her drool. “Ack- ahum! Yep!” She nodded her head rapidly. “You know how I am, blood gets me horn- I mean hungry! My quirk just makes me want to drink it when I see it, especially when it’s fresh.” Toga showed a toothy grin.
“Yeah you mentioned that…” Itsuka reluctantly agreed, not wanting to question the drool from Toga’s mouth and how red her face was.
Ignoring Toga’s inner thoughts, class 1-A was continuing to chatter.
“Uzen! Do you think Himari and Midoriya will give me an autograph?” Ginna jumped up and down like a kid excited to get a scoop of ice cream.
Kyouka chuckled at her body language, “I’m sure they won’t mind, but they’re bound to get flustered just so you know.”
“That sounds hella cute, I should-” Ginna would have continued if not for a certain person. Or rather a certain chimera.
“As exciting as it would be to get their autographs, wouldn’t it be better for you to help heal them, Miss Bizen?” A cheeky voice popped to their ears with the sudden presence of Principal Nezu crawling out from under a chair.
Ginna jumped away in fright, “Agh! What are you doing down there!”
“Someone had to keep an eye on the students while they watched the sparring matches. Anyways, going back to my original question. Your quirk’s healing properties become more potent when you’re there to focus on them, does it not?”
“Yep it does!”
“So you know what you need to do?”
The platinum blonde girl took a few seconds to process his words, “Oh right! I gotta heal them!” She took off running to the arena.
~~~
Izuku woke up suddenly. Was he passed out? It would make sense since he lost a lot of blood, it was a miracle that he wasn’t dead. Feeling around him, he noticed he had been resting on a bed in the nurses office. How long had he been here for? Looking for the time, he spotted a digital clock on the wall in front of him. Thankfully, it hadn’t been that long, only 20 minutes.
“Worried that you’re going to miss the next match?” The familiar voice of Himari echoed from his right.
“H-Himari?!” Izuku turned his body to sit on the edge of the bed. Himari was laying on another bed next to him, bandages wrapped around her stomach and arm. “Are you okay? I’m seriously sorry about what happened to you! I should have done better in shielding you from your sister’s attacks! Even though we won, I totally failed in protecting you! You could have possibly-!”
In the moment of his ramble, he hadn’t noticed Himari getting off the bed and approaching him. Izuku would only realize her presence when she gently clutched his chin—moving it to face her. Like lightning hitting the ground, her lips meshed against his.
The sensation of her wet lips melted Izuku’s body and mind. The taste of her lips was making him go crazy. Was that strawberry, or perhaps raspberry? He couldn’t tell, but what he did know was that he was a huge fan. Feeling the tip of his tongue touch Himari’s, his nerves finally caught up to him and he pulled away.
“H-Himari, what was that?”
“Your reward, dummy. Don’t you remember?” Himari huffed, wiping spit from the edges of her mouth–catching her breath. Much like Izuku at the moment, her face was flushed.
“What about recovery girl? Or your sister! They could walk in on us! We can’t do the reward now!” Izuku panicked, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly.
“Recovery Girl is out on the sidelines of the arena, and Yachiho refused to rest here after I rejected going back home. So right we’re alone.” Himari’s body pressed against his chest, slowly pushing him back. “Plus, this reward is never going to end if we delay it any longer. I bet you wanna see the other matches, right?”
Izuku hesitated, “Y-… You’re not wrong.” His hands hovered over her thighs, moving up until he clasped her hips. Gotta love them hip dips.
“You’re more perverted than you let on. So indecent.” She hooked her arms on his shoulder, using the leverage to climb onto his lap. Himari leaned in—nesting her chin in the crevice of his neck, pecking it with gentle kisses.
“Mmm!” Izuku stifled a moan. A shiver went down his spine, followed by his body entering a state of relaxation. Whether it was caused by her kisses or his exhaustion from the match, he didn’t fight the feeling.
If he was going to be honest, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. It felt all to foreign to the boy with little understanding of his own mind. What he did know was that he didn’t feel all too innocent. There was a sense of guilt. After all, it was because of him and his perverted thoughts that she was doing this against her will.
“Himari, I’m-”
“S-Shut up and take your reward.” She commanded, placing her hand against his chest and pushing him down onto the bed while she continued to sit up. “It’s so strange how you can come up with such an indecent reward for yourself, yet can’t take it. What a w-weirdo.”
“H-Hey, it’s called being a gentleman and restraining oneself.” Izuku grumbled.
“Really now? Well, it looks like these hips tell no lie because your hands are enjoying them all to yourself.” Himari pointed out how passionately his hands had been gripping and exploring her waist.
Not having realized, Izuku let go and hid his hands behind himself in shame. “S-Sorry, I didn’t notice…”
“What a strange pervert I have here.” Her fingers walked up his chest, which surprisingly was muscly. Not that she was going to complain—despite his physique, he still squirmed under her touch. Strangely, it made her a bit joyful. For whatever reason, teasing Izuku felt satisfying. I can’t tell if this is his reward anymore. Leaning in closer, her lips locked onto his once more—giving his lips a tug with playful bites.
Their session would continue for a couple more minutes until they had to catch their breath. That’s when Himari would pull away from Izuku.
She sat back up, wiping away at her mouth. “I haven’t said this enough, but thank you, Izuku.” Himari caught her breath, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked off into nowhere, not completely sure how to express her gratitude. “Thanks to you, we were able to beat my sister.” She looked to her side to see Izuku having sat up next to her. “Just know this isn’t because of the reward. I genuinely appreciate what you’ve done for me.”
It felt like the world froze around Izuku upon hearing her words. “Himari, I-” He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m glad I was able to help you win.” Turning back to Himari, he flashed a smile. “Let’s continue to be heroes together!”
His hopeful statement amused Himari, making her chuckle. “Hahaha, yes, let’s be heroes together.” As if possessed by something, Himarin leaned in, placing a small peck on Izuku’s cheek. “You know, after training with you for the past couple of days, I guess I can say that not all guys are bad.” A genuine smile formed on her mouth.
The sudden kiss on the cheek caught him off guard, but was not unwelcome. If he was going to be honest, he was extremely flustered. Not in the way he normally did, but it was as if there was a tug at his heart; an emotional connection.
Seeing his silent demeanor, Himari continued talking “From now on I hope we can be good friends and talk more casually.” Still seeing how stiff and quiet Izuku was, she would finally notice how red Izuku’s face had become. Only then would she realize what she had done. “D-Don’t think much about that kiss. It was for your reward, so don’t get any weird ideas.”
She stood up from the bed and walked away before stopping at the doorway–looking back at Izuku with her own blush, “Better hurry up, I’m sure the next match is about to start.” With that she left Izuku in the nurse’s room.
“I should get going…” Izuku got up, stretching his limbs until he heard his joints popping. Feeling satisfied with his body, the greenette started to make his way to the stadium stands. The rest of the matches should be fun. Although, who would be going next? While pondering, his hand reflexively moved to the back of his neck–scatching it without mind and never noticing the black scab that was growing there.
~~~
The walk to the stands should have been only a couple of minutes, but with how many halls there were, Izuku got a bit lost. Picking up the pace and running, he would thankfully find where his classmates were sitting.
“Hey, bro! Over here!” Ejiro called out for him in the front row, patting an empty seat next to him.
“Hope I didn’t miss anything.” Izuku sat down, noticing Tenka had switched seats to sit on his left. She’s close… he thought without much mind, shrugging off her sudden closeness. “Who’s fighting next?”
“Bakugo and Kamiunten are apparently going to bash it out.” Ejiro answered, a slightly concerned expression on his face.
Izuku naturally matched the same look upon hearing Bakugo was fighting. “Wait, Kacchan is fighting?”
“Kacchan? If you’re talking about Bakugo, then yeah. I was surprised too! It seems that Bakugo wants to get back at Kamiunten for knocking him out during the quirk apprehension test!” The redhead clarified. “Now that I think about it. Do you guys know each other? Seems that Bakugo doesn’t like you and you even have a nickname for him.”
“Oh, uh, I guess you could say that.” The greenette looked down at his hands. It was safe to say, their relationship was complicated to say the least.
You could dumb it down to childhood friends that went astray, but it was so much more than that. There were years of history that defined them and layers to their relationship that added up to their falling out. Izuku knew they weren’t friends anymore and that Katsuki was a plain old bully, but at the same time, he knew that wasn’t all he was.
Due to certain events in his life that happened far before he ever met Kyouka or anyone from UA, Izuku got to see a more considerate side to Katsuki. It was brief, but genuine at the same. Which makes it hurt even more when Izuku saw Katsuki pick on other people that he considered weaker than himself. How unfortunate to see a potential hero have the power to back himself up, yet discard his empathy.
“Dude, who do you think is going to win?” Ejiro wondered about Izuku’s perspective.
“Kacchan is going to win.”
“Wait what.”
“Not many people can match Kacchan…”
“Seems like you have no hope for Mira. Rather unlike you.” Tenka spoke up, her voice in a rather teasing tone.
Izuku turned to Tenka, “I t-try to be, but knowing Kacchan for over a decade—I’m well aware of his capabilities.” Like a magician, he brought out a small notebook the size of his palm. “Kamiunten, from what I saw at the quirk apprehension test, has some type of cloning quirk. Against any other opponent, her quirk would be amazing, especially against those with enhancement quirks. However, this is Kacchan we’re talking about.” Using his other arm, Izuku brought out his phone—opening a document app and accessing his encyclopedia on hero analysis.
“Kacchan sweats nitroglycerin and uses the palms of his hands to ignite it to create explosions. He can control the range of his explosions, from close attacks to long range.” Izuku looked between his notes from his notebook and phone—comparing the information. He let out a sigh, “I’m lacking information on how many clones Kamiunten can produce and what strengths and durability they retain.”
“Strength and durability they retain?” A voice questioned Izuku’s line of thought.
Izuku turned around to see Denki who had been listening to their conversation. “Y-… yeah, clone quirks aren’t common, but something they share is that the clones produced have some kind of weakness. It usually ranges from the clones being more susceptible to disappearing after taking a bit of damage or not being physically as strong. In the case that they don’t have those common weaknesses, then it’s usually that the clones have a short lifespan or there’s a limit to how many can be produced.”
This analysis intrigued a particular white furred chimera who was hiding away under the seats. He should chat with Izuku later about his notes.
“Hmm, never knew quirks like that had such predictable weaknesses, kero.” Asui commented, her curiosity piqued.
Izuku looked off in the distance, thinking deeply about something. “There’s only been one case where a person with a cloning quirk had no weaknesses like what I listed. From what I heard, they never used their power to be a hero or villain and never had children. Pretty sure they just disappeared…”
“Woah, that sounds sketchy man.” Denki noted, awkwardly scratching his hair.
“I wouldn’t be surprised. People with strong quirks are often sought after, killed off, or… used for other means.” Yukina noted, crossing her legs and having moved seats next to Denki.
“Yeah… other means…” Izuku turned around and faced back to the arena. That last part felt odd, like there was a second meaning behind it. This brought him back to when Kill had reminded him to be wary of Yukina–she was dangerous.
Izuku sighed at the thought of encountering Kill again. He should have told All Might and Kyouka about her, but for some reason, he felt like he couldn’t. This only resulted in another exhale; his life just had to be encountered with so much trouble. Thankfully, he got one hurdle out of the way when beating Yachiho, but he knew there would be many more. For now, he should relax. The next match was going to be a doozy and, most of all, a bloodbath.
~~~
He was pissed.
Katsuki Bakugo was standing in the hall that led out to the center of the stadium. His hands were curled into fists, sweat dripping between the cracks of his fingers. He remembered the fight with Izuku and Himari against Yachiho. That nerd was being used as a conduit for that girl's powers and somehow, he was actually strong. Izuku was stronger than he ever thought.
That simple acknowledgement set him off like a fuse to a stick of dynamite. For all these years, that bastard decided to get strong now? When he was finally at UA? Like hell he was going to let that happen. He was going to make sure Izuku knew that only he could be the one to surpass All Might’s level.
Setting his confidence in stone, Katsuki walked out in the sun and on the path to the arena. The only way to cement his place as the strongest student in the class is by making sure everyone else crumbles beneath him. Starting with that blonde bitch who knocked him out during the quirk apprehension test.
“I’m ready to kill that bitch!” Katsuki yelled, climbing the stairs up and seeing Mira on the other side.
“Bakugo, refrain from using such brash language.” Cementos reminded Katsuki. The hero wasn’t in the best of moods, he had been called in so suddenly to repair the arena. Meanwhile, back at the school, he had a pile of paperwork that he would have to do later. What a bother.
“Tch, yeah, yeah, I got it. Just don’t end the fight too early.” Katsuku sneered, opening his palms up.
“Wow, you sounded like such a jackass.” Mira finally spoke up, her hips leaning to the right.
“Talk to the hand ya delinquent bitch!” He gritted his teeth, setting small explosions off in his hands.
Mira laughed at his display of power, mocking him in a cocky tone, “You need to work on your scare tactic because do you expect me to be terrified of those sparklers?”
“Just a sample of how I’m going to kick your ass, so don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” A malicious smile formed on his face.
“Alright, now that’s out of your system, let’s get started.” Erasure Head chirped–already growing tired of their attitudes. “It’s the same rules as before. You win by knocking them out, making them surrender, or getting them out of bounds. Any attack goes, but if it’s evaluated that you’re going to kill each other, we’ll stop the match.” He stated, with a heavy exhale. “You two ready?”
“I’m ready to show her who the top dog is!”
“Sure, teach, let’s get started!”
Erasure Head’s eyes drooped and he took a couple steps back. This was going to be destructive, if not more than the last match.
“Alright, on the count of one.” Class 1-A’s teacher raised his hand. “3, 2, 1-!” He swung his arm down, “Go!”
BOOOOOM!!!
A large explosion erupted from Katsuki’s palms, masking the whole arena in a dark smoke. Pieces of the concrete floor shot out into the sky, falling back down like small meteorites.
“Oh my god, he just blasted her to oblivion!” Ejiro panicked from the stands.
“Kacchan likes to start a battle off with an explosion as fast as he can. It tends to catch opponents off guard.” Izuku explained.
“Doesn’t sound manly, bro. He could at least have some courtesy since she’s a girl.”
“Well, it’s one thing you can respect about Kacchan. No matter the gender, he always goes all out.” The greenette chuckled.
“Plus, it would be plain disrespectful.” Kyouka talked for the first time in a while. “I know you have this code of being manly, but Mira isn’t some fragile girl that needs rescuing. Just like the rest of us, she’s trying to be a hero. To be one, we all have to go through hardships and break through our limits.”
Ejiro looked down, feeling a sense of shame. She was right, they were all trying to be heroes here and if they underestimated each other because of gender, then that was plain wrong.
“Then that means we all have to go plus ultra!” Ejiro shot up from his seat, feeling a new vigor.
‘Plus Ultra’ was the definite term to call Mira and Katsuki’s fight. At the beginning, Katsuki may have used all of his power to blast Mira, but she wasn’t out for the count. Once the smoke cleared, Mira was down to one knee–vestiges that looked just like her wisping to nonexistence. Before the moment of impact, Mira created a squad of clones to create a blockade that shielded her from the blast. Unfortunately, it wasn’t able to stop it all. Perhaps she had underestimated Katsuki.
Standing up, Mira spread her arms out and screamed from the bottom of her lungs, “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” In the blink of an eye, a regime of identical clones appeared from nowhere–forming an overwhelming crowd that filled a quarter of the arena.
The crowd ran at Katsuki, coming from the side and front in an attempt to surround him. The ash blonde noticed this and raised his hands to the side, shooting out bursts of explosions at clones that dared go near him.
Despite how fast they were falling, the clones kept going and advanced forward as the destroyed ones each puffed into smoke. When one of them got close enough, they grabbed Katsuki by the wrist trying to restrain his attack.
“Let go, you bitch!” Katsuki yelled, not in panic, but pure anger. He twisted her grip–pulling her close and headbutting until she let go. “If you think you can hide behind your clones then I’ll show you wrong!” Curling his fingers, the skin of his palms glowed orange and he spun around, rapidly firing at random directions.
“As if I would hide!” The real Mira rushed forward.
Katsuki reacted, producing a large range explosion that pushed and blinded Mira. However, in that split second, she made a clone to her left that snuck to Katsuki’s side–punching him in the gut.
“Gah!” Katsuki hurled spit, clutching his stomach. Fighting through the dizziness and pain, he unloads another explosion that destroys the clone that had punched him.
The real Mira got up, a cocky smirk forming. “Looks like I got you real good.” She may have seemed confident, but it was a brave face. In all honesty, that explosion had done a number on her. Mira had to end this before she took more attacks.
“That was nothing!” The explosive boy snarled. Using his explosions to propel himself forward, Katsuki launched like a rocket.
Creating two clones, Mira used them to lift and catapult her through the air–dodging his attacks and landing on top of Katsuki, knocking him down. The ash blonde tried to push her off, only to fail when Mira pressed her foot against his chest. Pulling her fist back, she bashed his face, right in the nose causing a spout of blood to fling into the air.
The back of Katsuki’s head was smacked against the concrete, the sound of a small crack echoing through the arena. His mind started to go blank, recoiling back and forward from every punch against his nose. How the hell was this happening? He was supposed to be winning this match, proving that he was the strongest.
Katsuki Bakugo was destined to be the strongest hero in the world, surpassing All Might and all those extras who dared to step in his way. His quirk was the strongest, the best one that was unrivaled by all. That’s all he knew from a young age, all the praise he got couldn’t be for nothing. He had so much to prove–to show Deku his place and how that green-haired bastard couldn’t compare. He remembered the declaration that nerd made to him at their middle school the day they both got accepted to UA.
That fucking promise.
~~~
It was a couple days before UA started, Izuku and Katsuki were standing in front of their middle school homeroom teacher. The extra was rambling on about how they were so proud to have two students from their crappy ass school getting into such a prestigious place such as UA. It was obvious that they were going to try to capitalize on their fame when they became heroes, but that wasn’t what Katsuki was focused on.
Looking to his right, Deku was standing proud like he deserved to go UA. As if that nerd belonged in the hero course. He was a disgrace to his family, a weakling who had no place trying to be a hero. He was born quirkless and, up until recently, was scrawny like a fragile twig. What the hell had given him the sudden urge to train his body?
What was driving the nerd who, all these years, was relying on the fumes of hope and desire? It pissed Katsuki off. Izuku had no right to suddenly try so hard. The bastard, ever since his parents had left him home alone, had been walking around like a lifeless husk on autopilot. All hope and no strength to back up that ambition.
When that nameless homeroom teacher had finished his speech, they were free to be let go. However, Katsuki wasn’t done with Izuku. Dragging the greenette behind the school, the ash blonde pinned the nerd against a wall with one arm—the other hand spitting the smoke of small explosions.
“How the hell did you do it?!” Katsuki screamed with a rage that’s been flaming for years. This weakling that looked down on him somehow got into UA of all places? Bullshit. “How did you get into the hero course!? Did you cheat? I swear to god, I’ll kill you if you did!”
“I didn’t.”
Katsuki looked closer at Izuku’s face—it wasn’t one of fear, but ambition. “Huh? Bullshit! There’s no way a weakling like you could get in!”
Izuku gripped his bully’s wrist, moving it away. “I’m not weak anymore.” His gaze hardened, narrowing on Katsuki’s eyes. “I’ve been training for over a year and learned how to fight decently.”
The greenette’s statement made Katsuki grit his teeth, making him lash out, “What right does a disgrace like you have to be strong! After all these years of being a fucking weakling and now you have the guts to actually try? Don’t screw me with some shitty ambition like that!” He tugged his arm away from Izuku’s grip. “You’re just a nerd with dreams too big for their own good and no fucking ambition to actually strive for it!”
That last comment stung deep into Izuku’s soul, but he shrugged it off. He had ambition, more than he ever had in his whole life, and he wouldn’t allow it to be ignored or bashed. “You’re wrong, Kacchan!” He declared with such vigor that even Katsuki couldn’t shrug it off. “I’m not like my past self, I’m different! I’ve gone through things that I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life! I have people who believe in me, and I won’t allow their hopes to go to waste!” His hands curled into fists. “To be the hero they believe I can be, I have to be strong. Just like you! I’ll be strong like you and win! To be a hero that can bring hope and smiles to everyone and make their dreams come true, I’ll win every fight to accomplish it! If I have to fight you, then so be it!”
Katsuki felt taken aback, a tangent feeling stirring within him. Not of anger, but something as ferocious. In simple words, he was fired up. Perhaps he had forgotten all those years ago, but Izuku used to be like that. A kid with dreams and the heart to run after those hopes. Believe it or not, Katsuki had respected Izuku when they were children, even after his quirkless status was announced. He didn’t respect quirks, but the strength from the ambition that drove people.
Nonetheless, Katsuki could only scoff at Izuku’s declaration. Even if the nerd got his spark back, it was still faulty. The ash blonde may be self-absorbed, but he could still get a read on a person. Izuku’s dream to be a hero wasn't because of his desire, but formed from the expectations of others. In the end, even Izuku’s ambition wasn’t his own.
“Tch, you fucking, Deku.” Katsuki turned around, walking away. Before he turned the corner, he looked back. “If you’re so fucking motivated now, then make sure you don’t lose to anyone before we have the chance to fight. Cause I’ll be doing the same.”
Izuku nodded, “I wouldn’t expect anything else for you.”
With that promise made, Katsuki left Deku–a new vigor stirring in his heart.
~~~
Back to the present, things weren’t as bright as you would expect. Katsuki felt the pain of each blow, yet felt too numb to do anything. It was pathetic.
“What? Something wrong?” Mira mocked, landing a fast punch against Katsuki’s nose.
Bash!
“You’re not fighting back!”
Bash!
“You lose your will to fight?”
Bash!
“How about-!”
Katsuki grabbed her punch before it could hit him again, unleashing a large explosion that pushed her back. “You’ve done it…” The ash blonde stood up, clenching his bleeding nose and hunching over in a way that hid his face. “I’m going to make sure they have to pry me off your dead body.” A tone in his voice felt cold, yet aggressive, like his usual self. Katsuki Bakugo wouldn’t allow himself to be pathetic.
“That sounds like a threat.” Mira grinned, patting off smoke from her clothing.
“It’s a promise!” Katsuki yelled from the bottom of his lungs. His head swung up, showing his face and revealing that the blood from his nose had covered the bottom of his face. Baring his teeth with a crazed smile, Katsuki looked like a feral animal that was locking eyes with his prey.
From the stands of the stadium, one boy knew that look, “Uh oh…”
“What is it, Midoriya?” Ejiro raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure Kacchan is going to murder someone…” Izuku folded his legs up, curling into a ball.
“Dude, that seems like a bit of an exaggeration.” The redhead gave an awkward smile, not sure if Izuku was being serious or not.
“Nope, nope, nope! He is 100% going to kill her or at the very least, hurt her so much that she’s disabled for life! Like a lost limb or something!” Izuku reassured his statement, going so far as to hide his head behind his knees. “I’ve only seen Kacchan like this once and he destroyed the side of a mountain and nearly a whole forest in rage!”
The principal chimera took note of that, wanting to investigate that event. On the other hand, the majority of the students felt uncomfortable and uneasy with Izuku’s affirmation.
“You’re going to die!” Katsuki let out one explosion from his palms, dashing forward fast enough that Mira wasn’t able to react. The ash blonde swung his fist, producing an explosion in her face point-blank.
Before she could be propelled back, Katsuki grabbed her by the sleeve–firing small explosions to create enough inertia to swing her around and slammed to the ground. Not relenting, he pulled her up by the collar of her tank top and point-blanked her with another explosion.
With surprising endurance, Mira fought through the pain and stomped on Katsuki’s foot, causing him to let go. Having freedom, she produced two clones to grab hold of his arms. Standing up, Mira uppercutted Katsuki in the chin, causing the angry boy to reel back.
“Fucking die!” Katsuki roars, releasing rapid-fire explosions–using the recoil to shrug off the clones' grips. “A bitch like you has no chance!” Grabbing the clones by hair, he bashed their heads together and finished them off with another large explosion.
“Your ego’s too inflated for your own good! I’ll show you what power is!” Mira grinned, hiding the pain. “All Killing: Scarlet Regime!” As if they were in a mirror maze, clones spurred from her body like an afterimage. Unlike before, the clones didn’t fill just a quarter of the arena, but nearly all of it.
In the eyes of most people, you would call this a hero’s ‘ultimate move’. Villains or weaklings in general would lose hope when surrounded by what you would call an army. What would you even do in this situation? If you destroyed one, another would be there to take its place. You would be overrun by clones. It would be impossible to fight something like this.
Unless you were Katsuki Bakugo.
“Pathetic…” was all that Katsuki could say, placing both of his palms against the ground. “I expected something better!” Lighting the sweat in his palms, he yelled as loud as he could, “Maximum Land Mine Burst!”
One of the largest explosions he ever produced erupted from his palms, echoing with a rumble throughout the whole stadium. Katsuki destroyed the arena and killed off nearly all of the other clones. Yet this wasn’t the end; he had more ammo.
Flying up into the sky using small explosions, Katsuki aimed down at the rest of the clones, “DIEEEEEEEEE!!!” Another explosion fired, almost eviscerating everything below him. This left the real Mira, who, despite having taken the front of the explosion, was barely standing. Though there was an emphasis on the ‘barely’.
“Th… That was hardly any-”
“Enough of your yapping!” Katsuki blasted forward, using his quirk’s inertia to land a gut punch. “What happened to that power you were going to show me?!” Gripping the back of her hair, he used his other hand to unleash a small explosion in her face. “That was weak! Fucking pathetic!” Using explosions to spin her around, he launched her into the air. “I expected you to be stronger!”
Boooom!!!
Setting off another explosion, he directly hit Mira with another frontal attack. Katsuki would only move after he saw her body fall to the ground, lying out as if she were a corpse.
“I’m not seeing any ‘power’ from you!” The ash blonde mocked, picking her up from the collar. “What happened to that vigor? You fucking hypocrite!” He swung his fist into her cheek. “Hah? What’s your answer!?” He snarled, foaming at the mouth in an animalistic way.
The blonde girl heaved, her breath slow. “F… F-Fu…” She raised her hand shakily, flipping him off. “Fuck you!” Mira mustered with all her strength—her head falling back as she passed out.
That notion set Katsuki off. How dare she flip him off and fall unconscious? She had no right to insult him; he was the strongest. The one that would stand on top of everyone, the only winner here. Yet, she still had the balls (not literally lol) to flip him off? What a joke. She was pathetic. Her quirk was pathetic. Everything about her was pathetic. To think she could hold the thought of winning in the first place. He would have to show her where she belonged in this hierarchy.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He growled, pulling his arm back to prepare the last attack. He was going to put his all into this explosion. To show everyone watching that his desire to be the best hero in the world was the greatest. No one could hope to stand in his way unless they suffered the same fate Mira was going to. If they did, they should prepare to meet their end. “DIE-!!!”
In the split second before he ignited his sweaty palms, his quirk’s power output was suddenly cut, and his hand was wrapped in a metallic scarf. Oh, great, it just had to be him.
“That’s enough, Bakugo.” Erasure Head approached Katsuki, restraining his body. “She’s passed out. You already won.”
“Tch, whatever you say.” Katsuki relented, and Erasure Head let go of him. As much as he wanted to continue, Katsuki knew where to pick his battles. The ash blonde began to walk away, watching as Ginna and Recovery Girl rushed to patch up Mira. It didn’t matter to Katsuki because in the end, he won.
Looking up to where the hero course classes were seated, Katsuki locked eyes with Izuku. That nerd had watched as he overpowered and obliterated his opponent. That should act as enough of a warning because this was only the beginning of his journey. Since the next time he faces an opponent, Katsuki would be fighting Izuku for their long-awaited fight.