MHA: Masterpiece [Izukuxharem]

Chapter 9: Izuku

After about fifteen more minutes of playing a sort of three-way chase with Himiko-senpai and the mysterious, pink-haired, masked person that suddenly appeared-in a very daring style might I add-I started to realize that this was going to be one damn long night.

Why? Well, apart from repeatedly yelling at myself to just jump from building to building, another eyesore of a thing happened.

So there I was, my face shoved against the railings of yet another building's rooftop to catch my breath for the millionth time tonight while my eyes peeked through the cracks to see the both of them now standing across from each other, two deadly jumps away from my spot.

It was one of those cheesy stare downs that usually happened before a fight if I had to guess. Either that or they're just as tired as I was.

But while I still wish that it was the latter—mostly to just protect what little pride I had in my obviously lacking points when it comes to athleticism—that option was immediately crossed off my mind as soon as I saw them start walking towards each other.

Then that walking turned into a jog that gradually progressed into a full on sprint before they met in the middle where they began exchanging some blows.

If their movements didn't look so refined, so precisely practiced, I would've actually thought that this was another part of society's irrational play thrown at me.

Now those compliments came from me—a person who definitely has no background in any form of martial arts—but imagine someone with a black belt on something—that I admittedly don't know the names to—watch this fight with enough knowledge to judge it properly.

I bet both my balls that they'd be amazed too.

No one was flinging freaking fireballs around or punched the other one so hard that they were shot back a couple miles away from the actual fight.

This was just raw skill at work, woman to woman. Cheesy, I know, but that's the only way I could think to describe it without lowering the standards.

Senpai threw a quick right hook which the other person ducked under of, transitioning her motion into a clean sweep kick. Then somehow, senpai had a quick enough reaction time to jump out of its way before doing a flip midair, raising a foot and slamming it down, aiming for the masked stranger's head.

The masked lady wasn't too bad herself when it came down to reflex. Both her arms raised to a cross that just slightly caved in as senpai's heel bolted down on them.

Using the lady's block as some kind of a makeshift boost, even though senpai hadn't even landed from her all too impressive counterattack, she did a backflip and created some distance between them.

If it were me on either one of their shoes, I would've probably tripped and fall on my face before I can even throw a punch with just how tired I'd be after the rooftop chase these two just went on but the masked person made it look so easy with that smug grin while she stood straight back up.

Then without even having an ounce of exhaustion in her breathing, she said "Not bad" and if that wasn't flexing then I don't know crap about life.

Anyway, senpai replied with a short and concise "Shut up" before dashing into battle again.

This time, she paused into a slab-cracking stop in front of the unfazed stranger, planting her left foot forward before twisting her body, shooting her right leg diagonally—forgive my lack of terms when it comes to naming kicks and yes, there are names for them as surprisingly as it may be for you and me—to try and kick the erotically dressed woman's head off.