Cussed (Kacchako)

FIVE

Chapter Artwork Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/komi-art/art/--785059882
Also, I stressed so much writing this fight scene! I don't know anything about fighting! My coworkers must have thought I was crazy with how many tabs I had open with various bruce lee videos going ~_~ But this helped a lot, and if you haven't seen it, I would highly suggest it: https://twitter.com/dailykrumbs/status/1032733288727605248 it's a lot of fun!!

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Katsuki went through some stretches on the edge of the field. It just seemed so weird to have Uraraka on as a combat instructor. True, her quirk could make close combat interesting, but she had never been overly aggressive. Even that bastard Deku got aggressive when he would fight. You needed that.

He thought back to their fight in the first year that they were at the school. She hadn't been so much aggressive as wily. And she was close to overpowering you. He shook his head. It was true, but at the same time, it hadn't been because she was physically strong, just that she hadn't known his limit or had reached her own. He knew she had done some martial art training with Gun Head, but being passable usually wasn't enough to get a teaching gig, especially if her skills were good elsewhere.

He glanced over and saw her walking towards him. She was wearing some sort of maroon yoga pants, tight around the waist and upper thighs but loose around the rest of the legs and a fitted black tank. She looked annoyed. Which was good, it was what he had intended. He wasn't sure she would have agreed to the bout if he hadn't suggested that she wasn't up to it. Which he wasn't sure she was, to be honest.

"No quirks?" She asked, starting her own stretches.

"No."

"Too soon to be bringing down more buildings?" she asked snidely.

Katsuki stiffened but he couldn't really blame her. He had essentially said she was only good at making things float. He bit back a caustic remark somehow, and just grunted. Her annoyed look softened and she glanced away murmuring something that sounded like, "sorry".

"Anything else?" She asked.

"I'll try not to send you to recovery girl, but I'm not used to pulling my punches, so no promises."

This time she let out a genuine laugh and fell into an easy stance. "I'll try not to break anything."

Katsuki didn't approach this match the way he would a normal fight, with or without quirks. He wasn't trying to win, he was trying to gauge how suited the woman was to have the same position as him. He stepped in quickly, and started with a wide haymaker. He rarely telegraphed as much anymore, but it would be a strike she was familiar with-

Uraraka darted within his reach and turned, one hand grabbing his wrist the other just in front of his elbow. Her outside leg swung wide and she twisted, slamming Katsuki solidly on his back. He coughed and managed to hold in a groan. He had not been expecting that. Though, if he had to pick a good martial arts style for her, aikido seemed like a perfect fit.

Uraraka released his arm and leaned over and slapped his chest. He felt and odd sensation and then she grabbed his shirt and yanked his weightless body up, righting him before she released her quirk. The sudden return to gravity made him hop to the side regain his balance, but he grunted a thank you at her anyways. She nodded with a smirk and then hopped a few paces back and felt back into what was her "ready" stance.

Katsuki rolled his shoulders to stretch out the dull ache from the throw. He fell into his own stance and waited. Aikido was defensive, but hero work wasn't just defensive. If she was going to teach the hero course, she would need to be offensive-