𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤.

✩ nine ✩

"THIS MATCH IS ONE THAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME! WE GOT BAKUGOU KATSUKI AND NEWBIE OF THE HERO COURSE MIYAMOTO KONOMI!" present mic's voice booms over the arena slightly silencing the voices inside of my mind.

i watch as the blond i'm going up against starts to stretch his arms in preparation. stiffly i attempt to do the same.

i'm so nervous about this match that i feel knots in my stomach begin to form.

just breathe ko, just breathe.

i close my eyes and take slow deep breaths attempting to calm the nerves that are building up.

"it's okay konomi."

"you're gonna do great konomi."

it feels like the voices that are usually in the distance are trying to feebly make their way to the forefront of my mind.

i suddenly feel like my nerves disappeared and is replaced with pure shock instead. this is the first time the spirits have ever spoken to me personally.

what does this mean?

the shot indicating that the match has begun brings me out of my deep thought. the reassuring voices of the spirits are back to normal, their stories replacing the words they spoke before.

i'm caught slightly off guard when a large explosion is sent to my face and i can barely flash out of the way.

white and yellow slightly covering the corners of my vision as i try to locate bakugou through the smoke screen he created.

"COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT!" his voice comes from behind me, but as if he was moving in slow motion i dodged easily out of the way with a slight bend to my hips.

"that was a good defensive smoke screen bakugou!" i turn to glance at him over my shoulder to see the flaming determination of my loss blazing in his eyes. i feel a smirk begin to lift the corners of my lips as i see a slight flash of something in his eyes.

before i can even see him blink, i plant both of my hands onto the ground and changing the trajectory of my feet in a swinging motion.

i feel the familiar pulling sensation against my ribs as i swivel my legs to come into contact with his jaw with as much force as i can.

i don't know what it is about the heat of battle, but my manners completely leave me and all i can think about is my goal.

i know i'll feel bad about that later but i need to focus for now.

i distribute my body weight so that i flip back around to land on my feet in a crouching position. i watch as the boy stumbles backwards slightly and grips onto the growing red boot print that's beginning to form where i landed the hit.

he stays there for a second before he turns slowly to look at me with what reminded me of pure evil flowing into every feature. it reminds me of the death glare from earlier and i feel chills rush against the hairs on my spine to the base of my neck.