Gravitation

A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On

  Not that she was feeling any fuzzes but a bunch of fucktards smashing up a supa for no dang reason would definitely have offed them faster than Ezio scales walls when the stairs would have been just as good.
  "Gimme da cassshhh!!" A large tattooed man that looked like he'd made prison his official career choice on the high school of his choice print out waved his quil covered tree trunk of an arm menacingly at the nice old dude that just sold Miku bread. The guy was trying to explain the five or six bills he'd just been handed was the sum total of that till's earnings for a Monday but people like porcupine over there hear only what they want to hear.
  Ugh,lame. She really wanted to avoid drama after the stupid way she had been flung out of her old school, and she wasn't really suited to close quarters combat in a space like that.
  "Cut it out, spiky. You're disruptin' business." Kirishima Eijirou it would turn out despite good intentions was even worse.
  Things got nasty fast with both equally pokey males trading insults, and blows within minutes leaving Miku herding civilians out of the way cursing them in her head.
  Red Riot was a top class brawler she gave him that much ducking when the thug went flying past screaming words no one should say in front of elderly ladies. Even Miku knew as much. You have to have a line on just how much of a guttersnipe you're willing to be for your own sake is what she had been taught by her imminently unlikable father that thought there were things one must not do, in public.
  Porcu-thug squealed when he hit a dumpster and the fight seemed to go out of him. Kirishima glared down at him covered in countless scrapes blood seeping from a split in his lip. Wait, isn't his quirk hardening? Miku had a suddenly bad feeling as she helped a gaping teen that tripped hobble across the narrow roadway.
  "Big brooo?!" Oh ick, like in a manga from the eighties three identical porcu-thugs came barreling towards the spectacle all the fury of the incredibly stupid.
  "Pft." Miku-chan snorted into her small gloved fist.
  "Oi, Mikubae, cut it out." Even Eijirou  was well-aware it isn't good to agrivate a group of idiots.
  And his head felt all weird, too;like having the flu or something.
  "You laughin at our bro, you bitch?!" demanded one of the prick siblings.
  "I'm laughing at this whole dumb cliche of a situation, fucktard." Girl seriously never went the high road.
  She sighed as if bored,"You guys think you're special because you have some kind of poison in your quills, I'm guessing. Something weak, or you'd be on prison by now."
  "Poison?" Eijirou muttered to her, somewhat concerned but not a lot.
  "Go wash your cuts, Eiji,"she said without looking at him. "This will be over real quick. Promise."
  "Bitch!" The whole group of nimrods came at the girl in black and red who of course just had that Todoroki  "meh" expression.
  She smoothed back her hair with both hands leaving fire where she touched that curled up like the dissonant horns of an ominous sort of animal. With that a gesture she seemed to wipe away her own humanity. This was a someone that could have easily become a villain but chose not to.
  To be better, he guessed, than what anyone would expect of her.
  As she watched the thugs the ground began to vibrate a bit at  a time until it felt like the whole world was shaking even in Eijirou's teeth making his head hurt even more.
  "Tryin ta scare someone, ya slut?" One of the morons didn't hesitate to run at her but ended up taking a roundhouse kick directly to the gut the compressed gravity wave so intense it was briefly visible as it exited through the back of his body.
  Bloody spit sizzled as it hit the cloak of heat surrounding her body loud in the eerily quiet little pocket universe of Sangen-jaya. The girl's demonic and pitiless stare with the now black sclera glowing in the light of her own flames waiting for the next move. Don't attack just react, give them plenty of chances to give up. Eijirou wished they would do that instead taking their chances in that uncomfortable shaking world that gained intensity by the second. Was it the poison or just Miku's power that made it feel like his insides were being crushed?
  Why wouldn't they give up? It would be so much better if they would just give up. Then, it could...All. Just. Stop.
  "No one's ever defeated Ifrit. Not even my Onisama. It's an ultimate defense skill. 'Sides, Kai-san did some mods, too. Every time you fucktards hit it on purpose it damages not just your body but your quirk. Eventually you won't be able to use it at all.
  She shrugged in an indifferent way.
  "Whole other meaning to playing with fire, huh?"
  Another dimbulb took a jab directly to the face going down like a glassjaw prizefighter. With the second brother twitching on the concrete the last two came at once, and ran straight into a wall of invisible force. All in all the suppression took less than five minutes.

 
  Short chapter.  I actually forgot to write this week so I just kinda rushed  it out. Sorry if it sucks my one or two readers, thank you for your patience. 😑. I'm also writing a draft for a completely unrelated set of short horror stories based on urban myths
As Miku and a certain silver haired guy said this world is wrong  and these stories are most certainly tradgidies...is that how you spell that? Well if you're curious check em out. Until next time Joker bows out the room. Plus Ultra.