Kings of the Sandpit

The Challenge

Katsuki and Izuku were seeing how high they could swing on the swings one Autumn morning, when Wings and Fingers approached them. "It's our turn for the swings now."

The two currently on the swings slowed to a stop and just looked at eachother before turning to the newcomers. "Hah? We've hardly been on them that long."

"You've been on them long enough! We want a go, so it's our turn." Dumbass obviously doesn't know swing ett-ee-kit. Katsuki will just have to teach them.

"You're supposed to wait until we're done on the side, or wait for at least ten minutes. You loser obviously can't tell the time, cos it's only been five." Katsuki pointed to the clock to prove his point. It's been six, but it's close enough that the extras wouldn't know.

"But we want our turn, and you've had yours!"

Katsuki didn't want to argue about this, he just wanted to show Zuku how high he could swing. Almost sensing his irritation, said friend entered the argument. "But didn't you two have turns on the swings for the past three days? Kacchan and I haven't been on the swings for two weeks."

"See! It's our turn, so go away and wait for us to be done." Katsuki could feel sparklers popping in his hands. Good thing he let go of the chains.

The two didn't seem to go away, and they now had an audience. Katsuki growled when they made to argue further. Then he remembered something he'd heard his mother say. He knew it had something to do with fighting, and that seemed like the only thing that would stop this argument. "Meet me in the fucking pit, extras."

Everyone fell silent at that, minus the sharp "Kacchan!" that rang out. Katsuki just glowered at Wings and Fingers, not backing down. They didn't appear to back down either, Katsuki had to give them that. Spineless cowards that they are.

"Let's go then." Wings said and stalked off to the sandpit, followed by a strangely confident Fingers, a smirking Katsuki and a confliced Izuku.

They arrived at the sandpit and walked in. Thankfully no one was using it, and there weren't any toys inside. "Quirks?" Fingers asked, him and Wings now facing him and his best friend. Truth be told, Katsuki could probably beat them both with or without Quirks alone. He supposes he better give them somewhat of a chance, even if it's not by much. "Of course, losers. Wouldn't know who really wins otherwise." Perfect reasoning. Katsuki mentally pats himself on the back.

The other two got ready and Katsuki turned to Zuku. "You want in nerd?" He looked torn.

Izuku sighed. "OK, but only to minimise damage. I'll help support with Solid Light. I can make a stronger structure if I use the light from your explosions, so don't worry if they're not as bright." Katsuki nodded, liking the plan.

"You're out if you touch the ground outside of the sandpit, give up, or are too hurt to fight."

The four of them stood, watching the others for any movement. Katsuki got impatient and charged, aiming an explosion-boosted punch straight at Fingers' face. It landed, but Fingers managed to grab and drag him down too. He heard a thunk to his left, seeing out of the corner of his eye that Zuku had made a wall to block a dive by Wings.

Katsuki reached out and grabbed the shirt of the asshole who grabbed him, shifted his feet, and threw him out of the ring. As he caught his breath, he saw that Wings had also landed out. Katsuki's smirk was extra large. "That's what happens when you're pushy, losers. Let's go Zuku."

The rest of play time was Izuku and Katsuki happily swinging, uninterrupted.