So pent-up, I was coming home to you
Happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon
Sippin' on a cocktail, drinking in the loo
There's something about you, I hold on to
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WARNING! EDGY SHIT UP AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN COST! _________________________________________
Glynda: The next match will be, Yang Xiao Long, against... (Y/N) (L/N)!
Yang stands on the side of the stage, a smug expression etched upon her face as she readies her gauntlets. A few seconds later, You make your entrance, striding onto the stage in your suit and a yellow scarf around your neck, clutching a mask in your hand.
The other students whispered amongst themselves, casting glances in your direction, some with grins on their faces while others openly snickered at you. Regardless, you paid them no heed.
Ruby: Hey, isn't that the new guy? Is it really okay to make him fight Yang?
Ruby gazes between You and her sister, worrying more about your wellbeing.
Wiess: We'll apologize if he gets hospitalized.
Blake: Don't underestimate him.
Ruby and Weiss turns to Blake, whose eyes were fixed on You with a slight, red tinge to her cheeks.
You closed your eyes momentarily and took a deep breath, feeling the mask's familiar weight on your face as you slipped it into place. The glowing eyes, now concealed within the mask, gave you a certain ominous look.
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Glynda: Where is your weapon, young man?
(Y/N): I don't have one.
Yang: You seem confident. *Yang smirk towards you* What's your semblance?
(Y/N): Don't ask me questions.
Yang: Alright geez, just trying to make small talk.
Glnda: Alright, the match shall begin...
Glynda raised her hand upwards as Yang went into her fighting stance, while you stand there.
''Now!'' As Glynda signaled the beginning of the match, Yang and You launched forward, ready for the fight. The two of you charged towards each other, fists clenched. When you got close enough, you reeled back your arms, preparing to strike. On impact, a powerful shockwave shook the arena.
