I ain't no super hero, I'm just awesome! Ouran Host Club! ON HOLD

Women are made of pain!

I walked with Honey, before nervously stuttering. "U-uh... H-honey... I-I d-don't r-really... F-feel like I-I should be here..." I bit my lip after that, and that's when he spoke.

"Well, you can hold Usa-chan! That'll be better, and you don't have to do anything you know. You'll be fine Marvel-chan!" He reassured me, before handing me Usa-chan.

I hugged the plushie as we walked into the dojo that he would be teaching in. I looked around, nervously as all of his students where in here. He addressed them, but an annoying one spoke up.

"Hey! Sensi, why's there a kid in here?!" The annoying brunette yelled.

I took a breath, remembering back to when I was in Alaska. I was a 'street fighter', so why did this scare me more? Maybe because these people all trained, and it was a class...

Honey glanced at me before speaking, telling them who I was. "This is Marvel Hittichan, she will be sitting in today, okay? And if she wants she can join, but if your rude to her..." I didn't know he could look so scary!

I tugged on his sleeve, and whispered to him. He nodded, before changing his words a bit. "Actually... Do you want to fight her? She says she wants to learn a bit. Why don't you Kiba?"

He boy smirked, and walked over. He was very confident. Kiba smirked, "Alright! Sure! She's just a little kid, hell, I'll let her have the first hit!"

I handed Usa-chan over, "Alright mister... But I think you'll learn something new today!" I giggled cutely. He stood, and motioned for me to hit him.

I nodded, and gave a childish grin. I then looked at his stance for a moment before moving. I rushed at him, and kicked him where the sun don't shine hard as I could. He fell to his back, groaning in pain.

I knelt down, and spoke. "Mister? Don't ya know women are made of pain?" I tilted my head, as the rest of the class laughed their asses off.