"Just what we needed... two numbskulls and a motorcycle.."
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Water hit sand as she knelt over coughing, everything coming up being a mix of saltwater and vermillion, a bad sign.
Her green eyes shifted up to her supposed savior, his once blurred face coming back into view, an amused grin resting on his tanned face, his eyebrows furrowed and his gray eyes narrowed.
And in that moment she noticed the ink stains on her shirt around her waist, her lips curving into the slightest downward smile as she let out a small amused huff.
This situation was all too familiar, everyone involved, and every single role.
Although, the surprise hero's opening line didn't quite make much sense... seeing as he was the shortest of the three standing at about five foot six..
"She's closer to my size than you are you little freak." The redhead sneered at the much shorter adolescent, his fists balling up by his sides.
the ink-covered boy narrowed his gray eyes before letting out a small scoff and attaching a rope of ink to the redhead's right arm.
"I'm average height you mouth breather!" He grumbled as he pulled the other boy towards him.
Her eyes lit up like a lightning bug for just a moment as they widened and fixated on the scene happening beside her, before they quickly flickered back to green.
It didn't take a genius to see that a six foot tall, relatively fit guy being pulled at a five foot six guy wouldn't end well, quirk or not.
The most obvious outcome would be both of them tumbling, but Minami having a cushion, that cushion being the mysterious vigilante, giving Minami an advantage in the fight.
But if one were to say... trip Minami just as Sana had tripped them during the entrance exams...
Well that might just give the two raven haired adolescents an advantage, even when one of them can't pry herself off the sand.
time seemed to go slow as the battered girl clenched her fists into the sand again and lifted her left leg a bit, moving just enough into the side to do exactly what she wanted.
Get a little more revenge.
A knowing look was exchanged between the vigilante and the hero student in progress, both of them having that same smug look on their face
