NARCISSIST || jjk toge inumaki x reader

chapter vi

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You and Maki charged at each other. She expertly spun her pole, and you threw a straight punch, hitting her pole as she held it horizontally to block you. She's good. The hollow sound of your fist hitting the pole only excited you. There wasn't even a second to think, and by instinct you dropped into a crouch, sweeping her left foot which faulted her balance. You stood up to punch once again, but she had shifted her weight to the other leg, and used the leg you had kicked to roundhouse your head. We're both fast, I'll have to rely on pretty much reflexes and instincts to hold my own. You threw up your forearm to block her kick, but the kick followed with the pole being jabbed into your stomach.

That impact knocked the spit out of your mouth. Instinctively, you grabbed the pole as soon as she tried to pull away. Using all your force, you pulled her towards you and were now almost chest to chest. You countered her with a mean uppercut. I have a heavy disadvantage at range, which is her strong point, so if I continuously close the distance, I can hit her. She shook her head to recover from your blow, and anticipated that you'd try to land another right hook. Maki dropped straight down into the splits, ducking your punch, the force of it almost making you fall forward as there was no impact. What the heck?! She can do that? You leaped backwards in an attempt to avoid her next attack, but you just created distance. She stands back up, swinging the pole at you. You catch it with your palm. Ouch, so much power. You winced at the pain, but she proceeds to pull on the pole, pulling you forwards. I'm not falling for my own trick. You try to back out of her punching distance, but she roundhouse kicks you on the side of your face, sending you skidding back. "You're fast, but predictable." Maki stated.

I can only take one more of those before I have to tap out. Your vision blurred but you shook your head, spitting the blood out your mouth.

"Maki! I think we should end this now, feels a bit personal don't you think?" Panda yells from the stairs.
"Salmon."

"No, I won't learn that way." You yelled back. Maki smiled. "You've got spirit."

You chuckle to yourself as you readied yourself to attack again, this time with a plan. I need an opening, then I can tackle her to the ground. You ran towards Maki, but she crouched down instead of what you predicted. She swung the pole from the right side, towards your midsection in an attempt to hit your side below the ribs. Leaping upwards, you tucked your legs making sure they missed the pole, and contorted your body to the left, using your right leg to kick her in the face. She tumbles backwards, repositioning the glasses on her face.

"(L/N) isn't too bad at all. A face kick is a little mean. But it was a good move."
"Salmon."
Panda got up, walking towards the fight, Inumaki trudging behind. You and Maki stop fighting as the rest of your class join you.

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Finally. The training session ended after we all ran our final lap around the track. I stretched my body, reaching my hands to the sky and soaking in the sunlight dappling through the trees. I walk in front, alone, as my classmates follow behind me. My path up the steps is interrupted by Gojo's overly enthusiastic yelling. "That looked like some great training you guys! Toge, (Y/N), I have to speak to you two quickly. I nod as the rest of the class catch up, Inumaki staying behind and the rest walking to their dorms.

"What's wrong?"
"(Y/N), you're already aware of what a cursed technique is. Have you figured out what your own cursed technique is?"
I never even thought about my own cursed technique.
"No, not really." I stammered.