The Next Generation

C22: End Results

After realizing Optimus was still completely out of it, Midnight wanted to eliminate him, but Optimus refused, claiming Bakugo's ego was too fragile, and that it needed tender loving care in order to flourish. She decided that turned her on, and then she let him walk out into the arena.

"YOU BETTER FIGHT ME WITH ALL YOU GOT, PRIME!" Bakugo yelled.

"I'm gonna kick your aft!" Optimus raised his fist and nearly stumbled out of bounds.

The horn sounded, and Optimus decided to charge. In was instinct at this point. Bakugo grinned, glad his competitor wasn't entirely incompetent, and raised his hand to fire off an exploratory blast. The explosion wasn't powerful, because Bakugo was unsure of how capable Optimus was, but it was big enough to engulf the Prime. The stadium leaned forward as the smoke began to clear. Bakugo crossed his arms.

Of course Optimus was already—

"HIIIIYYYAAAAYYAAAA!" Optimus tackled Bakugo from behind. How did he get there!? "MAKE ME A RUST NUGGET!"

"What!?"

Optimus jabbed his swords into the waist of Bakugo's pants and cut them off. Bakugo yelled angrily and went to blow Optimus off, but Optimus jumped down on his own and rolled between the other student's legs.

"FLUSTERED POMERANIAN!" Optimus screeched as Bakugo flew at him, pantless and furious. He lunged to the side and avoided an explosion to the face.

Optimus yanked out his sword and threw it at Bakugo. "DISTRACTION!" he shouted before running to the other side of the arena and achieving nothing obvious.

Bakugo flicked the sword aside and chased Optimus. "GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!"

Optimus slammed his heel into the ground, whirling around, and charged directly at the fast approaching student. There was no time to stop, so they collided, heads into heads and Bakugo on the ground with Optimus on top.

"SHHHH!" Optimus covered Bakugo's mouth. "No talking in the library."

Bakugo bit him. "I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN A LIBRARY!"

"IN HONOR OF MY TABLE, I WILL DEFEAT YOU!" Optimus grabbed Bakugo's ears and tried to rip them off.

"OW OW OW!" Bakugo screeched. "YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE HAG!"

Optimus suddenly slouched. "Okay, nap time."

"Get off of me!" Bakugo yelled before shoving Optimus off of him and throwing him off the arena deck. "NOW BRING ME SOMEONE WHO IS A REAL OPPONENT!"

"Hello again," Optimus reached out as Cementos picked him up. "Hiiiiii."

"Hi, Optimus," Cementos patted Optimus on the back. "Let's go find Mr. Aizawa."

Cementos dragged Optimus up to the commentator booth, where Present Mic was arguing with Aizawa. They looked over as Optimus stumbled in, alone, because Cementos didn't want to be around for them to tell him to take Optimus back.

"Ayyy, guyzzz," Optimus crashed into the console between them. "Whzzz up?" Aizawa pushed him off and Optimus fell on the ground, giggling. "I got my aft kicked by a sparkling."

Present Mic reached over and fixed the settings that Optimus had messed up. The lights over the stadium turned back on and everyone outside cheered.

"I've been electrocuted dozens of times," Present Mic said. "I never got brain damage that bad."

Aizawa groaned and pulled Optimus off the ground, into the chair next to him. "I'll give him hell for it when we get to school on Monday."

Optimus proceeded to braid their hair.