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Death was enraged, but luckily, she rose upward from her napping stance. [Name] Tahashi looked around slowly, mapping the familiar surroundings.
The red winged pro hero to her side was attentively gazing down at his phone. Sitting on the darkened and more abandoned bleachers, she slowly rubbed her eyes. He, who believes they are friends, didn't notice she had woken up yet. He was too busy communicating with someone.
'How long was I out?' She asks Death internally, though she didn't get an answer for a short while whilst he calculated it.
'A few minutes, your round begins in 2.' He explains shortly after, the stoic teenager let out a small exhale and sat fully upright. She stretched slowly, glad to get some rest in. Her footing lined with the ground as she balanced herself.
Soon enough, she found herself beginning her journey down the stands. Keigo Takami looked to his side and noticed her missing figure. He wanted to get a few words in before her match. Hawks scanned the arena and found her retreating peacefully down the flight of stairs.
"Hey!" He dissecretly shouts.
[Name] turned his way, locking gazes and tilting her head in a confused matter. She remained silent, awaiting impatiently for his comment (it was probably unnecessary).
"Hey kid, you'll win this." He spoke, a gleeful smile being present amongst his handsome and charming face. The stoic teenager nodded at the oddly kind male. Somehow, it didn't sit right with her.
How could one be so encouraging and kind? This is certainly a facade. She personally studied the background on body language and fixated on how hopeful he was. The grin he held never met his eyes, and those very eyes looked in need to speak up.
"Spit it out, what you really want to say, that is." She coldly remarked.
Taken aback, the male widened his eyes shortly and nearly unnoticeably, and she found herself picking up on the habit of his. He tilted his head and let out a chuckle, his winged eyelashes upturned whilst he flashed her a smile.
"Oh, it's nothing. I reassure you, get on with your match, and good luck!" So obvious, that is, the way he needed to resurface himself and cover the broken facade, he let the surprise leak.
Though she was stubborn, rather than bitch and waste time, she found herself staring blankly at him. Immediately, she rotated her body, fixated back down at her destination, and her legs met with the stairs as she walked away.
The male noticed the look of, "Are you for real?" That she showcased, but he couldn't tell her about the Commission yet. He believes the hold would certainly make her loose focus.
Bakugo Katsuki is entirely resentful toward this upcoming fight. Of course, he won't hold back just because she's his childhood friend. Yet he finds himself struggling to cope with his oent up anger at himself.
