❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫? 𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. ❜
→ * . & ━━ she was born
wild, loving hard, as much as her
heart would allow it. he was made
of fire...
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༉˚*ೃ 24. EXPLOSIONS, TAPE, AND CLAWS, OH MY!
"MONOMA, DON'T PROVOKEthem!" one of the Class B teammates that had just stolen Bakugou's headband exclaimed. Tsubame's eyes narrowed on the smug blond rider. Monoma? So that was his name? "You'll be the same as them."
'Them?' Oh, so Tsubame was classed as the same as Bakugou now? How hard she'd fallen.
Monoma shrugged, feigning humility. "That's right. It wouldn't become a hero." It was painfully condescending.
"Oi!" Tsubame accused angrily. "You were the one who called me a dog, you pompous ass!"
He ignored her. Tsubame bristled. "Besides, don't you often hear about heroes who get done in by villains who want revenge?" Monoma had an infuriating grin across his face, pleased and superior. It was clear he took great delight in this. Winding them up.
Bakugou was twitching like he was just itching for an attack, growling. Similarly, Tsubame was practically vibrating where she stood—entire body filled with adrenaline and shaking with violent angry tremors, tail a puffed out extension of her fury. The claw of her thumb was picking at a loose thread in Kirishima's shirt, holding back on the urge to tear through something.
Kirishima looked back with determined concern. "Bakugou, Akatsuki, calm down!" he exclaimed, sweat running down his forehead. "If you don't relax, we won't be able to get the points back!"
Tsubame smiled wide. "Oh, we'll get them back alright." Her vision was tunnelled on Monoma's smug face. Something wild had overcome her—crazily animalistic. Maybe it was the fact she'd had her Quirk in use for so long, maybe it was the coffee kicking in, maybe it was the unleashed dog comment, or maybe it was the fact that she finally got to be part of a real team—to lift, and be lifted, by others who were working with her. Whatever it was, she felt half-mad, savager than before, holding Kirishima's shoulder and squeezing Bakugou's foot with purpose. With that rabid grin, she drawled, "What do you say, Bakugou?!"
He lifted up his furious hands and slammed them together: fist to palm. They exploded there, sending out a cloud of foul-smelling smoke. "Forward, Kirishima!" he growled, and when the smoke cleared it was clear to see just how maddened he was, just like her. His palms were steaming. "Right now, I'm totally calm!"
