*·˚ ༘ ➳ 𝗬𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 is an ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ-cold as ice, yet with flames that burn deep inside. 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 is all fire and fury, a force that refuses to be tamed. Their rivalry ignites with every clash, but something stronger p...
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「 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 」✧ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 Nine ≡ 1950 words ≡
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AS YUKI, BAKUGOU, AND KIRISHIMA NEARED THE HEART OF THE BATTLEFIELD, the air became thick with dust and the acrid smell of destruction. All Might's devastating blows against the monstrous Nomu had shaken the U.S.J to its core, with shockwaves rippling through the ground beneath their feet. They ducked behind a high section of bushes, crouching low to avoid detection, the tension crackling in the air.
From their hiding spot, Yuki could see the struggle unfold. All Might, the Symbol of Peace, grappled with the monstrous Nomu in a desperate test of strength. The villain looked like a nightmare brought to life—its deformed, exposed organs pulsing grotesquely on its exterior, a living mockery of humanity. Despite its horrifying appearance, it moved with deadly precision, forcing even All Might to divert his full strength and attention to the monster. Yuki's heart pounded, each beat echoing in her chest as she watched the No. 1 hero—her hero—on the brink of being overwhelmed. It was terrifyingly surreal to see All Might, always so invincible, struggling like this.
Bakugou's growl broke her from her thoughts, his fiery temper barely contained. "Damn it! If we wait too long, that bastard's gonna do worse to All Might!" His fists clenched, tiny explosions sparking at his palms as if his body could no longer contain the frustration boiling inside him.
"We can't just rush in, he's All Might," Yuki replied, her voice steadier than she felt. Her cold blue eyes scanned the chaos ahead, searching for any opening they could exploit. "That thing's unlike any villain we've faced. If we charge in recklessly, we'll just get in the way."
Bakugou turned to her, his eyes blazing with impatience. "What do you suggest then, popsicle? We just sit here and watch All Might get his ass kicked?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, but beneath the sharp tone, there was a flicker of desperation, a fear he wouldn't admit out loud.
"Just wait for the right moment," Yuki repeated firmly, ignoring the heat of his glare. She wasn't one to be baited by Bakugou's temper, even when her nerves were frayed. "We'll help when it matters most."
Kirishima, always the middleman, placed a calming hand on Bakugou's shoulder. "She's right, man. If we go in now, we'll just distract All Might when he needs to focus."
Bakugou huffed in frustration, but the logic wasn't lost on him. As much as it burned him to wait, he understood they couldn't afford to screw this up. So, they crouched in tense silence, eyes fixed on the battle before them.
Suddenly, the dark, ominous figure of Kurogiri materialized near All Might and Nomu, his mist-like body swirling as he prepared to warp them away. The black void of his quirk stretched wide, pulling at Nomu, intent on dragging both the villain and hero into the abyss.
