Delinquents | bk.

[10] - Dropped

SURPASS

"Prepare your PE uniforms and meet with me in training stadium four. You have ten minutes."

"YES, AIZAWA-SENSEI!"

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You were watching—but not paying attention—to the hand to hand combat training between students.

Surely this technique of teaching would get old at some point. Sure, it can give the students a chance to battle one another, but, wasn't that what the stupid sports carnival was for just last year?

You watch Midoriya come out victorious in a round versing Kaminari, which caught your attention.

Little broccoli-boy got some kung-fu skills, aye? Maybe he'll be a fun opponent. You hope to get him in your combat battle.

"Rina, you're up next. You'll verse Bakugou."

Of course.

REAL FUNNY, OKAY?

"Take your places on the mat."

You sigh, heavily pulling your limp body up from the floor and you slur over to the blue drop-mat. It was designed so when students like you and Bakugou compete, there won't be splattered brains all over the stadium floor.

You slip your converse shoes onto the floor and strip your socks off, he does the same. You unzip your PE uniform shirt—with a white tank top underneath—and drop it to the floor. Quickly, you lock your hair messily up into a bun, with a scrunchie that was on your wrist.

You step up on the mat.

"Begin." Aizawa calls, apathetically.

You glance at him, keeping your composure and casually getting into position.

He's cracked a grin, but his eyes were as adhesively ferocious as ever. You both readied yourselves.

"Well?" he says cockily, "Come at me!"

You smirk, "You first."

"Okay." he says and starts charging right for you, gaining fast, "DIE!"

Die?

Immediately, you recognise his posture as one before he swings a hard punch. Seemingly a right-handed one, when it comes flying at you.

But...This isn't a fistfight?

It's fuckin' technique training, dumbass.

You put your forearm up, dodging the punch successfully which throws his balance off, you immediately grab his wrist and send it circling, until you slam his face into the mat.

You hold him down, but he soon overpowers you. He's clearly stronger then you, it takes all your strength—plus your foot—to hold him down for as long as you do.

But then he sends you flying a meter or two back, you perform a backwards somersault and land back on your feet, hands out, eyes narrowed, and ready for attempt two.

Yet—the sneaky little shit never lost his stupid grin.

This time, you charge first. When you get within range of him, you see him go for a phoney punch, it's too painfully obvious when he puts no force into it. At the last second, he attempts to put his left fist into your gut, you only just manage to escape the force.

You act on instinct, placing your foot around his support leg and firm onto the floor. With his unfamiliarity in your moves, you were basically guaranteed a victory. You spin around so your back is against his chest, and you hold his forearm over your shoulder.

You perform a body-press/shoulder-press and his back slams into the mat with brute force.

He coughs loudly, then crawls to his feet again. Visibly forcing himself to continue.

Persistent.

He doesn't wait for you to call him over, he had already decide to make the first move. Instantly, the boy lunges at you, ready to attack, but this time, you don't recognise his technique.

Because there is none.

The boy—quite literally—just jumps onto you.

He slams his chest into your face and wraps his arms around you with the impact, making sure you wouldn't just bounce away. You both fall down to the mat, with Bakugou on top of you. He scrambles and holds you down with his palms on your shoulders, pinning you.

What in the world was that?

You quickly rotate your hips, bend your knees and set your feet firmly on Bakugou's hips. Using all the strength in your legs, you push up and his body goes flying over your head and whacks into the floor for the third time in a row.

You jump to your feet, and chuckle.

"Boy, what the fuck?"

"DIE BITCH!"

You almost feel empathetic towards the boy when he bounds towards you and goes for a punch, you simply step out of the way at the last moment and hold out your foot, tripping him.

And he goes face-first into the mat.

Again.

You're honestly fed up when he stands yet again, huffing and puffing with aggravated exertion. He comes running again and all you can think is, oh boy...when you hold your fists up, preparing to—for the first time—deliver a punch on him.

"Alright, enough." Aizawa orders, "It's obvious who's the winner of this match."

"WHAT? NO! I DIDN'T GIVE UP! I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I BEAT HER!"

"If that's what you're sticking with, we'll be here all night," Aizawa moans, "Get off the mat. Ashido and Todoroki, you're up next."

"ARRGGHHH!"

Bakugou slams his fists into the floor in tantrum, while you proceeded to calmly put your shoes back on.

"YOU! BIRD-BRAINS! I WANT A DAMN REMATCH!"

You shake your head, laughing, "I wouldn't call that a match. I'd call it an annihilation."

Kaminari and Mineta are set on the side, watching carefully while drooling grossly. That was the first time they'd seen your smile—they really liked it. Kaminari thought you were cute, but Mineta couldn't take his eyes off your chest, once you'd taken the blue uniform zip-up off.

"WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT ME!"

"No." you meep while walking out of the room, letting your hair down. "I can't take the pity I feel for you any longer."

"SHUT UP! GET BACK HERE! COWARD!"

You knew that there was two reasons that you were obviously much better in combat than Bakugou—and most likely everyone else in the room.

First, was because you had taken jiu-jitsu classes, alongside tae-kwon-do and kung-fu since you were three years old. It was something you and your brother felt was necessary when you first got into villainous hobbies. It helped, knowing how to fight.

The second reason was that Bakugou always let his steam rise to his head.

His stupid, triggering, blonde fuckin' head.

Just a short filler chap 😈😈😈 Although, important.