Rumi frowned as she leaned her head against the vibrating window of the transport helicopter. As the helicopter flew over Tokyo, Rumi idly looked down below. The near picture-perfect city scenery was marred by a swath of destruction that stretched for almost a whole kilometer. Starting from a large sinkhole, and ending in a smoldering crater. Inside the crater was the carcass of a massive monster-like creature, blown almost completely in half by the powerful explosion that created the crater. In the streets around the crater, lay the bodies of over 100 smaller monsters. The smaller creatures, each roughly the size of a small car, looked like a hybrid of shellfish and gorilla.
The monsters were all dead. Some were smashed into bloody paste, some were frozen solid, and others were cut into chunks.
Rumi suppressed an annoyed grumble as she absentmindedly tapped the handle of the massive battle-axe leaning against her leg.
Today's battle was a victory, a resounding one even. The kaiju had been defeated quickly, nobody had died, and the damage to the city was superficial.
Everything had gone well.
But why did she feel so empty?
Rumi glanced over at the rest of her team sitting with her. More specifically, at one person in particular.
An athletic man with spiky blonde hair, red eyes, and a permanent scowl on his face.
Deep down, Rumi knew why she felt empty.
She was just too prideful to admit it.
It was because her skills and abilities were more suited to clearing out the small-fries, while Bakugo was better at taking out large threats. It was because no matter how hard she tried, Bakugo always managed to steal the spotlight. It was because her constant training and effort never seemed to compare to the powers Bakugo had been given at birth.
It was because he used to be her childhood friend.
As the transport helicopter continued to vibrate from its whirling propellers, Rumi's eyes wandered to her other teammates. All of them were clad in their armored power-suits, each personally tailored and designed to enhance the wearer's unique fighting style and powers.
First there was Eijiro Kirishima, an imposing and muscular man with bright red hair.
Next to him was the lean figure of Tenya Ida, who was in the middle of taking out his contacts and replacing them with his regular glasses.
After that was the obnoxious Denki Kaminari, a man with golden blonde hair and an ego the size of the moon.
Then there was Shouto Todoroki, a reserved man whose most prominent features were his split-colored hair and the large burn mark on his face.
Lastly there was Ryuko Tatsuma, a blonde woman who carried herself with an almost regal grace.
Out of all her teammates, Ryuko was the only one Rumi would actually call a friend. The rest of them ranged from amicable peers, to aggravating assholes.
"Good job today everyone!' Kirishima said enthusiastically as he wiped purple kaiju blood off his armored fists. "We might have set a new record for the defeat of a category five!"
"Shut the fuck up Kirishima." Bakugo growled. "It would have been killed faster if you all properly cleared the way for me instead of running around like dumbass kids chasing butterflies."
The mood in the helicopter immediately darkened as Rumi swiveled her head to glare at Bakugo. "Well maybe if you actually helped out for once it would have gotten done sooner fuckface." She snarled. "All you do is sit back with your thumb up your ass, if you actually contributed we might get shit done faster!"
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Kaiju Slayers in Love (Izuku x Miruko)
Fanfiction-ON TEMPORARY HIATUS- Love is hard to figure out, especially when your job is to kill giant monsters. In a world under the constant threat of destructive monsters, childhood friends reunite under strange circumstances. Rumi and Izuku have not seen e...
