Morals

Four

A/n-unedited

We had English with Mic and today was a pop quiz. He gave us free study time and the extras were rampaging. They neither did their homework nor studied. I snickered under my breath at their faces and panic. The bastards never listen to me so this is karma. I was number three in class when it came to academics since we were first years. I got this in the bag. 

While they ran around whining, the pretty extra sat silently, reading over her notes. Raccoon eyes took the opportunity to beg for help. 

"Denai!" It startled the extra a little, causing her to jump out of her skin.

"Yes?" The look on her face made me have to hold back my laughter.

"I need you help, please! Can I study with you?" She cried to the extra on her knees like she was praying. 

"Sure...and get up please. Its embarrassing."

"Okay~" Raccoon eyes sniffled

I watched as they studied. Soon more of the idiots joined the fray. By the time I blinked and looked back the whole damn class was having a workshop. I was sitting in the front watching the shit show. The extra's eyes met mine and she waved me over. I reluctantly (not really) walked over and sat beside her. 

"How nice of you to join us." She teased

"I only came over here because you don't know what you're doing!" I shouted

"Are you positively certain?" She placed her head in the palm of her hand. 

"100%!" Our eyes remained connected for a few more seconds before she laughed.

"Fucking witch." I muttered under my breath. I sat with them for the remainder of the study time. We sat back in our seats and the quiz was passed out. The only time our class is silent is when we're taking exams. 

The quiz wasn't long it about fifteen questions long and most were multiple choice. Mic came and picked up the papers and the class collectively sighed a breath of relief. I wasn't worried I knew I made a one hundred, I never doubt my skills. As Mic graded the papers, the others talked about how the class ranks would change. They change damn near every week. But they were up the teacher grading the pages. He got up and started passing out the graded quizzes. I got a.......fucking 98!!! What the hell!?! I was fuming but what made it worse was that pretty extra. She, of all people, got a fucking 100. Her, for fuck's sake, and not me. 

I ground my teeth so hard I thought they would break. This was something I wasn't living down any time soon. He put the class rankings on the board. The extra was tied with Ponytail for first place. Four eyes was second while I was glued to third. Seeing how she rose all of a sudden really pissed me off. It was like she could since my disdain for losing. 

"Wow. I got higher than you did." She sauntered over to my desk to mock me.

"Shut up.." I grumbled aggressively 

"I'm sorry, did I hurt your pride?" She teased

"Fuck off!" I said almost losing my temper.

"Well then Katsuki Bakugou does have a tick." She smugly announces as if she was correct.

"You tryna fight or something!?" Irritation laced my voice.

"Maybe?" There's that look in her eyes again. She wanted to test me for some reason. It was like she had something to prove.

"Fine, but I won't go easy on your stupid ass."

"We'll see whose stupid after I defeat you, again." The bell rang for our hero class to begin. We aren't doing anything special but combat training. It was the perfect opportunity for us to spar. Everyone would rotate partners today. So I picked her first, I would get my re-match here and now. We spread out throughout the training ground, going to different areas. Luckily the grounds were large, so people could go all out with their quirks. Aizawa told us that we each had ten minutes to spar. After the ten minutes was up we would switch. That's all time I'll need to knock her down a notch. 

"Start." That was all he said.

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I lost to her not once but twice. How does this happen two times in a row? Is it because I get overly angry when I see her? Or is it that she's cheating somehow? Either way I wasn't having it. I mean seriously, what will it take for me to finally win? 

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Flashback

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I rushed her immediately, I threw an explosion in her direction. Before she could dodge I grabbed her arm, throwing her to the ground. She wrapped her legs around my neck, slinging me to the ground. She sprang up from her position, raising her right leg for a kick. I knew if I didn't move I would be done for. I rolled out of the way as her foot was close to contact with my face. A big ass crater was left behind where my head was. The witch tried to kill me! She rushed at me with a punch to my solar plexus. The breath left my body but I didn't stop there. I landed a direct hit to her torso with my explosion. She kicked me away, looking down at her injury. It healed almost immediately. I forgot she could heal and we weren't fighting for four fucking hours, so she was going to heal until time was up but I would be batter and bruised. 

She looked up at me with a look of annoyance. I had the most sinister smirk on my face. We rushed each other, sending a flurry of blows back and forth. She tried using that move where she slung me by my neck. I grabbed her by both legs slamming her into the ground. She didn't let go instead she grabbed my right arm and pinned me into a triangle armbar. Every time I'd move she'd tighten it. It felt like she was ripping my arm off. I wasn't going to tap though. I twisted myself into a position that was more comfortable. She noticed and changed her strategy. She released me and kicked me square in the jaw. She kicked up and raised her hands towards me. She used her telekinesis to lift my arms up to my body. 

"Once again, I ask you to concede." She panted from exhaustion.

"No." I held my ground.

"Fine then." She made my explode myself, literally. I fell back due to force of my own quirk. The buzzer sounded for the end of the exercise. Now we had to switch partners. I was seething with rage. Not only did she beat me but she used my quirk against me. She even had the audacity to be tired afterwards. 

This was making me sick!

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I trudged back to my apartment in silence. There's was no way some girl from a place so far off could just come in and dethrone me this easily. She's making me seem like a weakling. I somewhat got over my superiority complex. I honestly think it might return because of her. 

I enter the apartment solemn and grim. I took my shoes off and begrudgingly trekked to my room. As I reached my destination a face that I didn't want to see appeared. She stood there stoically as if nothing happened today. She heading into her room as I walked up. Right as was about to enter she stopped. 

"Your a great fighter, probably even better than I am." That was all she said before going into her room and closing the door. I was about to say something but nothing came out. To say she was confusing was an understatement. One minute she's teasing and taunting me and the next she's praising me. It doesn't make sense. 

'She's a fucking weirdo for sure.'