The Savior Complex (KOMAHINA) (BNHA AU)

Chapter 3: Sparing

"Izuuuuru," Ko cooed close to his ear. His breath tickled his neck, goosebumps erupting over his arms. The brick against his back felt real, prickling and scratching at his suit jacket. He sneered at the man in front of him, who was slightly taller. Hajime hated to admit it intimidated him, especially not being able to see his face.

"Get off of me, you ass," he hissed. The man only giggled. Ko wasn't usually this strong. He avoided close combat because of how weak he was in that field. But, somehow he had managed to pin Hajime against the wall by his wrists, keeping him contained no matter how much he thrashed around. Ko leaned in closer to Hajime, their cheeks practically touching.

"Not so tough now, huh?" He said in a hushed whisper. But, his tone was...different. More familiar. He pulled back, allowing Hajime to see his masked face again. Except, it was no longer masked. Instead, Komaeda was staring back at him, a small smirk on his lips.

Hajime sat up abruptly, panting from the shock of the dream. He was soaked in sweat, his sheets tightly bounded around his legs. Hazily, he recounted the strange nightmare. Komaeda being Ko? That was a stretch. They wouldn't hire a teacher at UA if he was anything like the nuisance Ko was. Plus, it was just his brain making up some strange nightmare to frighten him, a side effect of his power.

He glanced at his clock. There was only five minutes left until he had to be up. He grumbled and untangled himself from the sheets. Time to get the day started.

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"All right, I want to get an idea of how well you all are at close combat without using your powers," Hajime announced to the class. Komaeda had hung back again, lingering in the back of the class. The dream was still fresh on his mind, forcing him to avoid eye contact with Komaeda.

"But aren't you here to help us hone in on our quirks?" A boy in the front row asked. Hajime frowned.

"I suppose so. But physical strength and powers go hand in hand. Most quirks rely on it, in fact. We'll build a foundation there and move on to quirks next week. I only need an idea of how skilled you all are," Hajime explained. The class looked confused still. Hajime sighed and turned his head, trying to think of a solution.

"Need someone to spare with?" Komaeda asked with a smile. He had made his way to the front of the group without Hajime even noticing.

"..sure," he murmured, averting his eyes. All he could see was Komaeda in his nemesis attire. It was unsettling. He scratched the back of his neck, "If you don't mind too much."

"Since I was not blessed with a quirk, I'm good rather good at fighting. So don't worry too much about hurting me," Komaeda said with a smile. Hajime felt almost relieved to hear Komaeda didn't have any quirk and he was good at close combat. Two less reasons he was Ko.

"Let's begin then," Hajime said, relaxing a bit. He began tying his long hair up. He looked up to see Komeada staring at him in a daze of admiration. Hajime's heart skipped a beat at this but he tried his best to ignore it, "Being able to keep up with your opponent in case your quirk becomes useless is important. Say you were in a fight with someone like Eraserhead, quirks would be useless." The entire time he was talking, Hajime and Komaeda spaced out on the mat and took off their shoes. The students taking the opportunity to back up as well, just in case. Komaeda settled into a stance, a playful smirk on his face. Hajime followed suit respectfully, trying to keep a straight face. Komeada's smile was too contagious.

"Ready?" He said. Haime nodded. Then they both advanced. He wasn't expecting Komeda to move so quickly. He immediately went for a kick, which Hajime dodged by jumping back. That set the tone for the rest of the spare. It became more of a dance, the two throwing elaborate punches and kicks, each dodged skillfully. The students watched in silent amazement as their teachers fought in sync. Hajime quickly dodged a punch from Komaeda that was too close for comfort then mirrored it out of instinct. Komaeda seemed to have expected this and grabbed hold of Hajime's forearm. There was hesitation but it wasn't long before Komaeda jerked Hajime's forearm towards him, his body falling consequently. He stumbled past Komeda, tripping over the mat and face planting into it. He didn't have time to reel from the pain in his nose before he felt pressure on his back and his wrists being pinned on either side of his head.