PRETTY THINGS CAN HURT || katsuki bakugo [ √ ]

°~Chapter 23: Fighting Endeavor~°

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F I G H T I N G   E N D E A V O R

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mis·judge

/ˌmisˈjəj/
verb

past tense: misjudged; past participle: misjudged

form a wrong opinion or conclusion about.

make an incorrect estimation or assessment of.

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Endeavor, this time, has absolutely no time to react.

Tsuki took off in the opposite direction.

I dug my heel into the ground and took off toward him, petals surrounding me. I swung a harsh kick to his head, but he was ready and sent flames licking up my clothing.

I let out a yelp, leaping backward, memory's coming flooding back at light speed.

My eyes widen, and I quickly duck as more flames were sent my way, hitting a building, and setting it ablaze. Not seconds later, it was all gone, to Endeavors surprise. Then, he looks around, astonished to see ALL of the fires he set had been put out.

There was a loud clap of thunder and Tsuki was kneeling down next to me.

"Glad you could join us." I smile, petals swarming to my aid.

"Glad I could be here." She mews, her light Kusarigama spawning in her hand.

"Oh no you dont." Endeavor growls, fires starting up everywhere around.

"Oh shi--"

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Katsuki's POV

Everytime either Shortstack or Tsuki were hit, Canadian Flag would flinch and grip the railing even harder, eventually melting one half, freezing the other.

'Right. Endeavor's Half N' Half's bastard of a dad.' My eyes drift to the camera that currently held the image of Shortstack, who looked quite happy.

"Why the hell did they even let these two fight?!" I grumble to myself.

'If she gets hurt again I swear...'
His eyes drift to the flaming hero.

'Ill fucking destroy him myself.'

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Your POV

I barely had enough time to dodge as I lept through the window of a building, glass slipping into my skin and opening fresh wounds on my skin.

The room was dark with pale grey walls and floors, with a white ceiling. There wasnt as much as one thing in the room, other than the now broken glass. There was a small opening where I assumed the stairs were.

I stay down for a split second, feeling for vibrations in the cold, pale floor.

There was a series of big footsteps racing up the stairs, along with a major heat source. Endeavor.