Atrocious

- Chapter 6 -

"Ms. Hayami is new to us and will accompany Eraserhead and me in our lessons for the time being before she..., dramatic pause and he changed into a somewhat twisted dance pose, ...teaches herself!!!".
No reaction.
"You are a weak audience...", he grumbled and began to count the students by completeness.
We positioned ourselves 100 meters away on the field, which looked more like an ordinary soccer pitch with hard, stony ground.

Score for both of us.

If the sun hadn't been so high up and blinding, I would have felt safer, but I wanted this. I was determined to see this through.
"There are no rules," Aizawa spoke, pushing his collar down with his index finger and presenting his sardonic grin.
It was the first time I'd seen him smile, and then such a belligerent, almost disgusting grin.
"Except for serious injuries, because Recovery Girl can't step in!" Mic said.
"And you can't kill either?" I added desperately, staring at Mic.
"Oh, yeah. That's right."
I would have liked to clap my hands to my forehead, but Aizawa suddenly started moving.
He leapt towards me with exorbitant speed.
A frontal attack was easy to see through.
I jumped to the side but lost sight of him. Aizawa was no longer in front of me.
'Where the hell did he go?
My muscles tensed as I looked for him and looked up with a bad premonition. The sun was blinding.
'Bloody hell'.
It was already too late.
Out of the air, Shouta loosened his bandages and let them go. Before I could even realize where I would be hit and dodge, it had already happened.
With a loud hiss and a cold gust of wind on my ear, the bandages wrapped themselves tightly around my feet, then around my thighs, hips, stomach, breasts and arms.
I tried to keep my balance and successfully stayed on my toes, but the air was slowly being cut off.
I could still move my head and kept an eye out for him. He stood triumphantly just 80 meters away, the bandages in both hands as if they were lassos and they were the cattle to be caught.
The next step was clear. He wanted to see the specialty.
And now I had no choice but to use it.
It required calm and concentration to release the power in a controlled manner.
I couldn't and didn't want to overdo it.
1...,2... and 3.

The air changed.

Shota seemed confused. The surroundings began to look blurry, even shaky and thick as if they could be cut.
He switched to defense mode, but didn't let go of the bandages.
Just one second, one second and he understood, but I was quicker.
A flowing bright seam of fire ignited the bandages around me. In a split second they caught fire and ate through the fabric to Aizawa.
"Shit," he cursed.
He saw no other option than to fight back and hastily flicked a knife out of one of his small pockets.
With one movement, he cut the connection between us. A gush of fire still hit him and you could see dirt and slight burns on his hands and forearms.
"Oops," I said and the class giggled.
Shouta knocked the soot off himself carefully, cracked the joints in his neck and went into close combat.
It was hard to grasp how the fight went. It could be described as uncoordinated. Confusing but perhaps the best description of what you saw.
The fight came to an end when I grabbed him by the back of the collar. He turned around in a flash to avoid a coming blow. But it didn't come. Instead, someone grabbed him again by the upper back and threw him to the ground. Despite his experience and skill, he was surprised because he was only fighting with me and I was facing him.
He fell to the ground with a loud thud and was pinned. Dust swirled up and he opened his eyes. I sat on his stomach with my legs apart and took in the movement of his body - how his chest rose and fell, how he inhaled the air sharply and looked at me angrily.
'That smell. What the hell was it?
"I think the point goes to me," I smiled, ignoring the fact that I was sitting on a strange man and clearly enjoying the victory.

He tried to move, but the more he did, the harder I squeezed him with my legs. So he couldn't move any of his limbs. The victory didn't last long, however, as the previously charred and cut bandages, which I had completely forgotten in my haste, appeared blindly in the far corner of the fighting area and wrapped around me like a fine Christmas present. I fell over like a wet sack.
"A clear case of overconfidence."
His hair rose into the air again and moved back and forth slowly, almost hypnotizingly.
His pupils had turned bright red again.
"I can't use my power anymore!" I shouted desperately, trying to break free from his grip.
"That's my specialty. I erase the specialties of others as long as I keep my eyes open and don't look away. Now tell me who grabbed me by the back at the end".
"In addition to gas, I can also create and solidify smoke. This allows you to grab, feel and, if necessary, use force," I tried to explain myself and continued to wriggle around. I was furious.
"And then you light the released agents on fire?"
Nodding was the only thing I would give him and Aizawa ended the conversation by turning to the class:
"You see, Ms. Hayami also needs training to keep up with us and the U.A.. Who will help her?" he asked, but didn't expect an answer and in the same breath removed the bandages from my body.
"I was holding back," I snorted.
"...Me too."
He ran his hands over my aching arms and thighs. But it didn't bother me. Rather: it was a soft, comforting feeling and I thought about when my last relationship had been.
Definitely too long ago and my skin turned a shameful pink color.
"I'd like to reimburse you for the pants," he said as his fingers slid over the holes in the pants.
"No, that's fine," I stammered brittlely, "please take me to Recovery Girl instead."