the battle

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Bakugou pov:

That little bitch flipped me off! I'm Ganna show her who's boss. She must think she's so perfect, with stupid eyes, a round face, and perfect hair.... I shake my head quickly, I needed to stay focused. I cant let a mutt distract me.

After class I walked up to her. "You think you can treat me however you want! Do you even know who I am?!" I hiss at her, she flinches at the sudden noise. Pathetic. When she looks up at me she looks confused. "No, I don't know who you are nor do I care" she says narrowing her striking gray eyes...

Anger bubbles up within me. I need to conteole it, filter it. But... Something about this girl makes me want to act on instincts. "You wanna fight?!? I'll fight you! Right here right now! Let's go!" I yell at her causing a scean. She sighs and stands. "You wanna test me? Ok then let's go" she says.

I smile and let my hands crackle and pop. She scuffs rolling her eyes. "Of course you have a flashy quirk. Probably all you're good for." She states blandly. I feel anger rise in me even high and the pops coming from my hands get louder. She smirks. I see her hand twitch, suddenly the air around feels thick. My eyes widen as I struggle to breathe.

I reach up and place a hand on my throat and gasp for air. "Say. Sorry." She demands. "No" I spit and start to struggle to breathe more. I choke a bit and wipe the spit from my lip. I start to feel lightheaded. "O-oi! Stop" I say between gasps for air. I may be desperate, but I'm stubborn. I've never said sorry to anyone, and today won't be that day.

"He's turning red" someone in the group watching says. I shoot them a glare. I feel more and more lightheaded, before I start seeing spots. Then everything goes black...

Deku pov:

I watch it all happen. I watch the air around kacchan morph. What kind of quirk was this? I would have to ask her all about it! I could write it down in my journal. I gasp as he collapsed, passing out. I watch him hot the floor with a thud. He was always stubborn, never saying sorry and never ever apologizing.

A few of the stronger students help with bringing him to the nurse. He brought this up on himself. Jayden gave him clear instructions, and kacchan didn't follow them. So it's his fault. As the two classmates leave carrying kacchan to the infirmary, I turn to Jayden with an excited look.

My face falls as I see her gasping for air. She reachs for her inhaler and takes a few sips for the canister. Once her breathing is normal she turns to me only to meet my confusion. "I have so many questions! What is your quirk? How does it work? What are your drawbacks? Does it have to do with air? To what extent can your quirk go?" I pause as she laughs. "Oh! I'm sorry I'm rambling, a bad habit of mine." I whisper and run my neck nervously.

She just smiles at me and nod. "It's ok, just one question at a time please." I say. Excitement evolves me at the mention of her answering my questions. I nod. "What your quirk?" I ask and get out my journal. My excitement only growing. She offers for us to sit down and we both sit in a desk across from each other. She turns to face me. "My quirk is air manipulation" she says.

I quickly write down what she says with a smile. I nod at her words. "How does it work? The more details, the better" I say. she nods and start to a ramble of her own.

"My quirk has anything to do with air, I can harden air, soften air, and use blasts of air as projectiles, or even as jets. I can fly, by making the air around me carry me. I can conteole some waters, like fizzy water. Though once the water goes flat, then I can't control it." She says. I write down everything she says I quickly speak having a question.

"Can you conteole drinks, like soda?" I ask she hesitates then shrugs. " I've never tried it." She mumbles. "But I can try later." I nod excited at the idea of helping her find something new about her quirk. "So what are your drawbacks?" I ask changing the subject.

"I have really bad asthma, I got due to my quirk. That's why I have the inhaler, after bad battles that I used my power a lot in, I have to have air support, like an oxygen tank." She says. I give her a pittyed look. "Don't give me that look" I wipe the look off my face and giver a quick sorry.

"Any other drawbacks?" I ask look up at her from my journal. She seems to hesitate. "Uhm.." I looks down at her hands. "Yeah, for some reason it causes a lot of mental issues.." she mumbles. "Care to explain?" I ask curiously. She shakes her head no. I can't help but feeling disappointed. "Just know it's being taken care of." She says. I feel a little bit more at ease and nod. I'm glad she's getting her issues taken care of.

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