章 7: Wasn't even the half of it.
Bakugou growled as he adjusted the gauntlets on his forearms. "Kirishima."
"Sorry in advance for this, bro."He met his friend with a lighthearted smile. "But you know how it is. "
And he did. This was an easy win. He thought to himself. The perfect opportunity to show his little brat of a soulmate that he was very capable. Snatching him away from a fight like that. As if he was some weakling that needed to run away from a challenge. This'll show her. He was gonna smash this walking pound of concrete into the ground and then rub it in her face.
He snapped himself into a combat stance. Waited for the first blow his friend was sure to deliver as he dashed straight for him, and fired up his howitzer.
But just as he landed his finger on the trigger, his friend mere inches away from his face, he felt a swift pressure push his attack aside. Nearly making him stumble along with it.
Kirishima did a quick shuffle. Darting for his primary target with the vim and vigor of an angry bull dashing at its red cape. Though immediately (expectantly) met with a thick cloud of smoke that engulfed his body as he ran through her.
A pull against his arm following soon after and he was spun, until it was her body weight that pinned him to the ground.
She furrowed as she sat on top of him. This wasn't the first time they had fought against one another. And even if that were the case, he had seen her fight against a few other of their classmates before, so why would he-
He was too open.
She gasped. "Wait. Where's-"
The sound of Jiro's speakers had her reaching for her ears and off of Kirishima in no time. Giving him way to flip her over and pin her in his previously incapacitated position.
"Right here." Jiro saluted as she ducked from behind a chunk of rubble.
Approaching the promptly immobilized pair, Bakugou left at a pained kneel and (Y/N) tucked tightly beneath Kirishima; she let out a disappointed groan. "For you guys to be two of the best in our class, you sure go down fast."
(Y/N) responded rather aggressively in her head. That's because you have the worst fucking quirk! No offense to Jiro of course. Her quirk was actually pretty great it's just, god, sound amplifying quirks were a bitch.
Which meant her smoke was as good as worthless right about now. No ears meant no sight. Loud noises meant, as badly as she wanted to avoid it, this beached ordanace needed to pull in some brute force.
She groaned under Kirishima's grasp. "Sorry."
The apology caught them both off guard. Jiro catching her previously disaffected tone with a softer more apologetic one. "Oh- Oh no. You don't have to apologize I was just-"
Kirishima let out a wounded bark as the hand beneath him burned through his quirk, legs curling around his to revel in the opportunity to disarm him.
She called out to her partner as she pinned her opponent to a straddle. "Bakugou!"
"Yeah, yeah I got it!" He aimed his cannon at her feet.
Debris and fragments of rubble now thrown into the air ~ Earphone Jack along with it, (Y/N) took the initiative to follow along the dust particles in the surrounding area. Catching her most problematic opposer in a lock of arms. "Yeah, I meant about that." She flashed her a rather sorry smile.
"Ah..." Jiro winced from underneath her, a painful yet equally "none personal" curl in her lips flashing up at the girl on top of her. Good. (Y/N) smiled internally. She thought Jiro was pretty cool. Maybe they could be friends if the stars were ever to align.
"Ow!" Kirishima yelped a little farther behind them. "Come on, man! That hurts!"
"Fuck off!"
She let out a tired sigh as she hoisted Jiro to her feet. Jiro let out a dry snort. "I feel for you." She coughed.
Leading the defeated to her likely wounded and restrained half, (Y/N) grimaced. "What?"
"You and Bakugou? Must be a handful."
"Me and-? Oh. - Oh no, we're not-"
"Sure." Jiro snickered.
Approaching the other two, (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a frustrated breath at the sight of the red hero, held by his costume strings at the grip of her fiery soulmate's hand. "You trying to make a fool outta me?!" He growled.
"Jesus, dude. Why are you always asking that? No one's trying to-"
She cleared her throat. "Can you-?" She gestured a finger downwards.
Bakugou growled as he dropped the boy to the ground. Half convincing himself that he was gonna do that anyway and not because she just told him to.
She led Jiro to a careful lean against Kirishima's back, helping their friend upright in the process. Bakugou scowled. "Where's the rope?"
Smoke lines twisting in licorice shaped swirls, she held her hand in place as the material textured. "Right here."
"Wha- where the hell were you keeping that?" He furrowed.
She gestured towards her hair as she crouched to bound the two. "Did you think it was just for decoration?" She scoffed. "I can rearrange the properties of an object to correspond with the mutation in my hair. Kinda like storage. Or a deposit."
She tightened the rope to a knot. "Is that too tight?" The two shook their heads. "Good. ~ For what it's worth? Your plan was pretty solid. Kirishima's plan of distraction in tied with Jiro's first defense attack was a dangerous combo that would've had us down if it weren't for~" (Y/N) glanced at her hand. "You know. - Oh!" She gasped. "Kirishima, is your hand okay?"
Kirishima's eyes brightened a bit, a slight dust of pink hovering under his eyes. I mean this was the most amount of emotion she had shown in front of anyone other than Deku or maybe Bakugou when he found her chewing him out earlier. So being so openly complimented and acknowledged by her was a little refreshing - Even if for the circumstance. "Y-Yeah! Yeah, no; I'm great. I'm fine. ~Don't worry about it!"
She smiled gently and nodded, though the murderous look Bakugou gave him made his throat a little dry.
The four winced at the loud chime that rang briefly above them.
"And here we have our first elimination of the course! Kirishima and Jiro: out! "
(Y/N) sighed as she unclipped the rope from Kirishima's belt. "So that's how they're doing this?"
Bakugou grumbled and turned to leave. "Doesn't matter. Let's just keep going." He walked forward.
She rose an eyebrow. Was he....pouting?
"Okay." She nodded.
- - -
"Sorry about this again, guys."
"Sero and Aoyama: out! "
Deku cringed a little inside as he emphasized with Sero.
The four had bumped into one another a bit after he and Uraraka had spotted Bakugou through the windows of a nearby complex. They had only planned to get the jump on the two. Take down the blonde and hope to bring down his less easily restrainable confederate soon after. (He'd apologize to her later for that over a cup of tea. Maybe a bite to eat? They could call it a date.) But a certain sparkly blonde with an even sparkly-er bellybutton got a little trigger happy when he spotted the two on their pursuit inside.
And by the time they did make it inside, he had already guessed the pair upstairs had been just as alerted as they were. He could smell her in the air. The thin fragrance that always followed close behind her smoke trails, like fresh sugar cookies. It wasn't hard to tell when she was or wasn't in the room. And to be completely honest? He was a little relieved she had got away. A fight with her would have been like the dessert after the otherwise steamed plate of vegetables this course was shaping up to be. He'd like to say he savored every moment he had with her. But this? This would hit the spot.
The fight against the two boys wasn't particularly grueling but, it was a fight all the same. Aoyama had been practicing more on the duration of his navel laser and it shows ~ While Sero was just as practical and sticky as he had always been. They were a tough two. Though not tough enough.
Uraraka was thankfully able to get her hands on them both, holding them tightly against the ceiling until the pair were forced to call it quits.
"What happened to your rope?"
"See, that's the thing. We kinda... lost it."
Deku furrowed. "How did you-"
"Well, we'll use your tape instead then?" Uraraka blurted.
Sero tensed. "Wha- What? No, I can't-"
"Well~" Deku rubbed the back of his neck. "We sorta don't have any other choice."
"We need our ropes." Uraraka explained. "It would be impossible to progress without another set on us."
Sero looked down at Aoyama who was already looking up at him. "Fine." He sighed.
Pulling it from the spool in his elbows he handed the end piece to Deku. Midoriya tried not to moue at the feeling. It was warm. Noted.
He pulled the tape back a foot or two before wrapping it around the pair. "Sorry about this."
"What? About beating our asses or wrapping me in my own tape?"
Deku shrugged and then met him with an apologetic glance. "Both?"
The announcer sounding over them as he pat the ending piece on tightly, he turned for Uraraka. "Wanna get going?" He sighed.
She nodded.
Leaving with a coy wave and another short apology, the team made it outside to the sound of a large blast in the distance. The sound made him wince internally.
Maybe he was being a little insecure protective but he didn't like the thought of them working together. Of them being together for this long. (Y/N) had told him about the first time they met. About how she had left a scar on his fingers and wanted to apologize for it. He didn't know how to tell her that he deserved it. That that was no way to approach a person let alone his soulmate. That if it were him he would've at least-
But it wasn't him.
"You can apologize if you'd like but I'm sure he's not too beat up about it." He told her. "Knowing Kacchan, he isn't the type to take kind gestures like that well, anyway."
"Really?"
"He's...explosive." He felt a little guilty for telling her that. He wasn't trying to scare her, it was just the truth. But the pained and almost recalling look in her eyes made his heartache. "But maybe you'll be an exception? You know since.."
She scoffed. "Since I'm stuck with him? Yeah. Right."
"Hey," He laid his hand on top of hers. Relishing in the way her smoke rose at the feeling of his touch. "You're not stuck with anybody."
"Deku?" Uraraka poked at him.
He jumped a bit. "Hm?"
"Welcome back." She giggled and then tilted her head at him. "You seem a little out of it. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine don't worry." He nodded.
She hummed at his response before they let it be silent again. Gentle crunches and whistling wind ~ aside from the occasional "Die!" In the distance ~ filling the space between them both. Uraraka didn't like to be the type to prod. It made her feel annoying and too worrisome. And the last thing she wanted was to seem that way in front of her crush closest friend. But his behavior as of recently had left her heart a little... tender.
He didn't seem as interested in anything she had to say anymore. Not like how he did with- He was always somewhere else, especially when the two of them were together. Drawing lazy circles in the sky. Though he never does this with- He was always too busy to hang out outside of school, even if only over the phone or while training ~ he was always away, even when he was standing right beside her. Always somewhere else. Always with-
"(Y/N)."
The sound of her name caught his attention. Of course it did. "Huh?"
"Is it (Y/N)?"
The question made his face hot. He tried to come off as impassive when he responded, but it wasn't very convincing. "What do you mean?"
To be honest she didn't know how to clarify what she meant. Not without coming off a little jealous, or at the very worst; bitter. But she knew that no matter how she worded it, or put it together in her head; the answer was always gonna hurt her feelings.
"Do you like her?" It sounded scornful .
The tone surprised Midoriya. But the question nearly cracked his skull open.
Was it so obvious? He thought back to the moments he spent staring at her when she wasn't looking. Kissing her jawline with his eyes as she sat beside him at lunch, lips that puckered for him whenever she said his name. He thought of the subtle touches he shared with her whenever the two interacted. Fingers that gently glide against her shoulder blades whenever he approaches her in the hall. Arms that rub against one another as they sat, hands that begged to clasp whenever he borrowed a pencil.
And then he thought about the nights he spent staring at the ceiling, day-dreaming of her. Questions that begged to be answered. Temptation a scorching shore beached on the sandy scapes of femininity. Tides that had fallen along the curve of her hips. The way her back arches in his fantasies. He wanted her to sing for him. Feel her tug at his hair ~ legs that rest atop his shoulders, supple thighs that squeeze against his head. He wanted every drop of her.
Saying he liked her wasn't even the half of it.
But the acid in his friend's voice told him not to say as much. "She's my friend. Why would I not?"
Her lips tightened at the answer. She shook her head. "Y-You're right. Sorry."
"Double time! Tokoyami, Koda, Ojiro and Hagakure are allll: out !"
Uraraka huffed. "Wonder who that could be?"
Deku smiled as he responded in his head.
"Who else?"
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