ALWAYS || Katsuki Bakugo

18- Fucking Weirdo

Class 2-A stood in gym gamma, watching a makeshift wrestling ring where Shinsou and Kaminari stood. Aizawa had decided to switch partners for this period because 'you won't always be familiar with your opponent.'

Yoshiko stood beside Jirou and Mina, hands in her pockets as she smirked proudly at Shinsou throwing punch after punch at Kaminari, who tried his best to block. Kaminari ducked low as Shinou swung his fist. Kaminari moved his arm to throw a punch. Shinsou grabbed his wrists and dug his knee into his gut, making Kaminari wince. Shinsou's fist then connected to Kaminari's jaw, and he fell onto the floor. When he didn't get up for five seconds, Aizawa called Shinsou the winner.

Shinsou got off the ring and walked towards Yoshiko, a small smirk on his face. Yoshiko gave him a fist bump and watched Asui and Hakagure get in the ring.

A few matches later, Aizawa called Yoshiko's name. He held a bowl with little folded chits inside. Yoshiko picked one at random and opened it to find Todoroki's name.

"Todoroki," Yoshiko said, looking for the two-tone hair among her classmates. She found him already walking towards her. Not waiting for him, she hopped into the concrete ring and stretched her arms, keen to fight Todoroki, one of the class toppers.

When Todoroki got onto the ring, Yoshiko ran her eyes over his stance, the way he put more pressure on one leg, his right fist in front of him and the left slightly behind. Nothing special, just Yoshiko's typical opponent assessing gaze. But God, her magnetic eyes raking over his stance, had his heart beating wildly.

And then she smirked at him as if deciding she would win this one. Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as her lips tugged up from one side.

"Start," Aizawa said.

Yoshiko charged first. She swung her left fist at his face, and Todoroki formed an X with his arms in front of his face, blocking her attack. Perfect, he fell for the bluff. She then ducked and sent her elbow piercing into his gut. Spittle escaped Todoroki's lips. Before she could land another attack, Todoroki moved to the side.

"Holy shit." Jirou breathed.

"She's fast." Mina awed.

"I think she'll win!" Ochaco chimed. Bakugo standing a few paces behind Mina, had his eyes focused on Yoshiko, watching her every move, burning her attack pattern into his mind.

Todoroki moved behind her and twisted his upper body, leg raising to land a roundhouse on her waist. The kick barely hit as she quickly turned around and put more distance between them. Yoshiko and Todoroki charged into each other, fists ready at their sides. Todoroki swung his fist onto her face, landing a jab on her lips.

A series of 'ooohs' surrounded them. Bakugo watched as Yoshiko stumbled back, blood dripping down her chin, shoulders slumped, head turned down. A drop of her blood fell onto the concrete. She looked at Todoroki and grinned, silver eyes full of resolve. Bakugo's stomach clenched.

That stupid fucking shit-eating grin.

He saw so much of himself in that stupid expression on her face. An expression of enjoying a worthwhile opponent. He didn't understand why it felt like his stomach twisted. Why his breath got a tad bit heavier. Bakugo decided it was a new level of hate, a new level of finding her even more annoying.

Yoshiko quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve and charged at Todoroki. They shared blows, kicks and jabs, dodging and blocking where necessary. Yoshiko swung her knee into his stomach.

Stomach. She always went for that place, Bakugo noted.

Todoroki doubled over, and Yoshiko wasted no time in hooking his cheek. Todoroki didn't have the time to process it. And then she twirled behind him with fluid-like grace and kicked his back, sending him to the floor.