Chaos: Bakugou Katsuki x OC x Dabi story

Just get on with it, Wonderboy

Bakugou's POV

I watched her intently as we rode the elevator down toward the training room of my agency. Her eyes locked with mine but only focusing on me occasionally. She was deep in thought, assessing the situation before her. She was intelligent, you could see it behind her eyes as she mapped out a plan of action in her head, measuring me in a sense. I don't underestimate opponents often, but I wasn't sure if she had any type of combat training; afterall she went to I-Island Academy, the girl was a complete nerd. However, the way she carried herself after I began to instigate her changed. There was a reason the Commission wanted Me to watch her. I had to remind myself. There was a reason the Commission was worried about her quirk, why they had acted so quickly to bring her to Japan. Their assessment was garbage, though. I was about to make my own.

The ding of the elevator pulled my gaze away from the lilac haired demon before me, pushing off the wall, I grunted for her to follow toward the gym. She was easily influenced by words, probably sensitive to psychological tactics by as heated as she became upstairs. I pressed my thumb to a sensor, the steel door sliding open, striding into the gym.

"Here we are. This training room has been designed to handle a wide array of quirks. It handles my explosions, Dunce Face's electrical attacks, Deku, and Icy-Hot. So, feel free to go all out, you won't hurt anything." I sneer over my shoulder at her, chuckling to myself when I hear a faint growl. I continue to the far end of the sparring ring, turning to face her as I begin my speech, she's already stretching, cracking, and hopping in place. So she has some sort of understanding. "We will go best two out of three. The first two rounds will be no quirks, just physical abilities. The third round will be quirks. We go until either opponent is pinned or taps out. Any questions?"

She takes a familiar fighting stance before me, scoffing as her eyes narrow, "Just get on with it, Wonderboy," She spits. I feel the grin spread wide across my face as I prepare myself, this is going to be good.

"GO!" I scream as I sprint toward her, while she equally matches my speed. We meet in the middle, I come forward with a hard right hook aiming for the side of her face. She ducks out of the way, weaving to the other side of my arm as she blocks my forearm, grabbing my wrist in an attempt to steer me away. I counter with my left fist as she ducks again, leaning back, she brings her right leg up to make contact with my side, spinning around while lunging forward and kicking high backwards, her heel just grazing my chin as I back away, watching her complete her front flip as she steadies herself again in the same fighting stance.

"You have some moves, Firefly. I'm impressed," I husk, rubbing my chin, "But you could be better." I growl, lunging towards her again. We volley back and forth for what feels like an eternity. Her ability to counter at close range is pretty impressive, her fists don't hold quite the power that her kicks do, so I opt for taking a few punches as a way to land a handful of my own to her stomach, side, and back. As we fight, I begin to memorize her movements, she has a few moves she recycles, probably just due to lack of training, and she has a tell for whenever she's about to throw a kick. Just when I go to throw another hook she shows it; widening her stance, and with the briefest toe touch to the ground, she swings her left foot toward the side of my head. I pivot into the direction of her kick, grabbing her ankle with both hands. A look of shock falls over her. She didn't realize I was reading her that closely. She fucked up and she knew it.

Grinning like a madman, I grasp harder to her ankle, and swing her up over my head, flipping her over just as her back makes contact with the ground. She bounces slightly, a screaming gasp erupting from her lips as the air gets knocked out of her. I pounce on top of her, straddling her hips, locking her legs with my feet and ankles, grabbing both her wrists in one hand above her head, my right hand grasping her throat. "Had enough yet~" I breathe into her ear as she struggles under me.