Goddess of Creation(Momo x Male Reader)

Chapter 25 | First Blood

(Y/N) POV:

A gust of wind blew through the courtyard, lifting up a dusting of dirt for a brief moment. The students in the courtyard all watched, waiting, anticipating the battle to come. Some looked worried, others looked wild-eyed, ready to see a total beatdown. I spotted some of class 1-A among the crowd. They seemed to be the most worried, although if they were worried about me getting hurt or my quirk flaring up I was unsure.

Mr Vlad glared at me with an intense focus, hyper aware of my every movement. He could see every breath, every twitch, every flick of my hair that flowed in the wind. Despite sparring with him for a few weeks I had never seen him this focused, which worried me. He wasn't going to hold back. He'd pummel me to the ground until either I passed out or he felt I'd taken a good enough beating. Why is he doing this? Does he have something against me?

In one swift motion, he lifted his right hand and shot a large splotch of thick red blood from his gauntlets that flew through the air towards me. I didn't have any time to dodge, my reflexes weren't that good yet, so I raised one arm to block. The blood splashed across my left arm and shoulder. Mr Vlad tightened his fist, at which the blood covering my body solidified, turning into a hard crimson chunk of rock. The blood covered a whole half of my body barely reaching my shoulder blade, making me unable to move my arm at all.

Before I could form a plan, Mr Vlad charged me, raising a fist for a brutal punch that would finish this match in one moment. A part of me wanted to take the hit, but I knew training would be ten times harder tomorrow if I gave up so easily. Using my natural agility, I ducked under his fist and rolled to the side, trying to get some distance.

With me still on the ground, Mr Vlad spun around and kicked me in my right arm, causing a surge of pain to crawl up my shoulder and down to my fingertips. Catching my breath, I fell onto my left side to hopefully break some of the hardened blood, but it only made me roll awkwardly. With that unsuccessful, I grabbed a clump of dirt from the ground and flicked some into my opponent's face. Most of it missed and blew away in the wind, but just enough got caught in his eyes to give me enough time to fall back.

"Dirty move kid, but I guess you have no choice," he retorted, whipping the dirt from his eyes. I stood about 15 feet away from him. He adjusted his feet to be in a more steady stance before shouting at me. "Don't think you can get away with something like that again! You still haven't gotten a hit on me yet!"

He lunged towards me with another punch, but I dodged it, barely. He flung his fist at me a few more times, trying to get a hit on me, but my nimbleness helped me move quicker than him. I could feel myself tiring, and the large blood clot on my arm was weighing me down. Mr Vlad swung his left fist towards my already weak and bruised arm, but he was getting overconfident and left himself distracted. I twisted myself so the blood covered arm would be hit, which worked surprisingly well.

The hardened blood exploded from the impact, bursting into several ruby red shards that clattered to the ground. Mr Vlad staggered in surprise, which allowed me to get in a good kick aimed at his chest. He stepped back, gritting his teeth to suppress the paint. I glared at him, locking my eyes with his. All of a sudden I felt a pounding in my chest in the same spot I had kicked Mr Vlad. I coughed out a chunk of saliva from the impact. Looking up at Mr Vlad, I felt a rising anger start to grow in me. My blood started to boil and my face turned red with rage. My vision was a little blurry, but I could tell Mr Vlad was just as angry as I was.

What's happening? Why do I feel like this? What was that impact on my chest?

Mr Vlad spat to the side, "Lucky shot," he huffed, "but you're not gonna win THAT easily."

I sensed something, felt something that wasn't there before. It didn't feel real, not something I could touch. It felt hot, boiling hot. Whatever it was I could sense this heat from it inside my body. A heat that made my anger grow stronger inside my stomach, it fuelled a fire inside me that wasn't my own. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, the heat. It wasn't real, I couldn't feel any heat on my skin, but it was almost like I could reach the heat inside me. Except it wasn't inside me, not fully. More like a mirror reflecting something else. Someone else.