MHA: Blackwhip

Chapter 2. [Y/N] vs Bakugo

"Found it! Bakugo is on the 2nd floor, Iida is with the bomb on the 5th" You say, the two of you getting up from the floor. "Ok, since they've split up, you help me up to the 2nd floor, then get yourself to the 5th I'll take on Bakugo, you try and get the bomb away."

"Alright" she replies, tapping your arms with the pads of her fingers as you scale the building wall.

Once you're inside she presses the pads of her fingers together, Gravity once again taking hold of you, as she does the same to herself to get up to floor 5.

You spot Bakugo around a corner and try and get the jump on him. You manage to pull him over you and to the ground on the other side of where he was, before he started crackling so you withdrew your quirk.

He got up and shot at you with a punch, like he always does when fighting.

You grab him low and flip him over you again.

"Come on [Y/N]. You've never beat me. Not alone at least." He was right. But there was a few things he didn't take into account.

1. You usually lost from exhaustion rather than being hurt.
2. He was usually pretty beat up and out of breath after a fight with you.
3. You never used your quirk against him.

Granted that 3rd point was also working against you, since he didn't fight you with his quirk either.

But today, you did fight with your quirks.

You slide a tendril over your eyes as a blindfold and wait.

This was something you had realised you could do.

It tunes out the white noise, focuses your mind on one thing.

Tunnel vision.

It didn't help in mob-fights or in cramped spaces, but the room you two were in was quite open.

You hear him start to run at you as you slide left, his right fist sailing past you, using his speed and confusion to your advantage, you crouch down and slide a tendril around his legs, tripping him up.

You slammed him against the wall and brought the tendril back to you.

You understood that you shouldn't let people with quirks that can easily do damage prolonged access to your tendrils.

They were delicate, every feeling they felt was heightened compared to if it happened to, for example, your arm.

That's why an explosion from him that was no stronger than a "fun snap" toy, had sent you to the floor with pain.

He charged at you again, palm open, crackling already starting.

You waited for the last second before roundhouse kicking his elbow, sending the imminent explosion towards the wall to your right, leaving it scorched.

"BASTARD!" He screamed "Come on! Don't underestimate me! Fight me at your best! You don't need that damn blindfold blocking your eyes."

Words that were no more than a ploy.

He knew how the blindfold worked.

You'd done it countless times in the lunch hall on busy days, or in an exam when someone wouldn't stop tapping on the desk after finishing.

He rushed at you, you crouched and he tripped over you.

He rushed at you again and he was pulled by his foot to the ceiling.

Sliding the blindfold off you ask "Ok, we done here?" rhetorically as you tie him up in his own capture tape, leaving the room making sure he was completely secured.