Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Eat Shit and Die (Pt. 2) ❤

A/N: So, I do have another oneshot in the works, kiddos, so requests will come a bit later, if any come through. Do not hesitate! I also apologize heavily for my absence, but I was writing throughout, because I was doing Kiribaku week 2020! It is in another book, so if you'd like to see what we have there, then please check it out! Okay, excuses and self promo are over. I hope you enjoy! Also, minor spoilers for season 2, episodes ten and eleven (I believe).

Bakugou's POV

The fucking nerd and the Icy Hot bastard were already fighting. 

And boy, was I ready to see that nerd perish.

"Oh no, crap!"

Averting my eyes from the possible bloodbath for only a second, I saw Kirishima run into the stands. 

"I'm missing it!"

"Nice job making it to the second round, Kirishima!" Dunce Face said beside me.

"Thanks, man!" Kirishima laughed beside me. "Looks like I take down Bakugou next!"

"I'll kill you," I snarled without hesitation, not bothering to peel my eyes from the battle.

"Ha! Yeah, sure. In your dreams!" Kirishima chuckled. "No, but seriously! It's crazy how you and Todoroki both have moves that blast the whole stadium! Must be pretty nice,"

"Plus, you guys don't have to pause between attacks," Soy Sauce sighed from the other seat over. 

That was definitely pointed at me.

"It's not as easy as you think," I sighed. "You morons,"

"Hm?"

"If you overuse your muscles, you risk tearing them apart. If you sprint too much, you run out of breath," I muttered before looking down at my wrists.

They were going to go through a hell of a lot of abuse later during the finals.

Not like I'm gonna let anybody fucking surpass me and not let me get to the damn top.

We all have a limit to how much power we can produce. That's why I designed my costume the way I did. So then I could fire off bigger blasts than my body usually allows me to.

"Quirks are physical abilities too, they can get worn out," I continued out loud. "You can't just use them non-stop,"

"It makes sense when you put it that way," Kirishima murmured from beside me, still standing next to me instead of taking a god damn seat. "Wonder if that's how Midoriya thinks he's gonna beat Todoroki,"

A huge gust of wind distracted all of us, as I glared at the battlefield.

Chunks of ice flew everywhere, Present Mic screaming as the Icy Hot almost flew from the field a second time.

Kirishima finally fucking sat down, and I looked down, thinking.

This shithead won't fucking use his fire. Especially not this fucking green punk.

Icy Hot finally decided to rush the idiot, but he looked... sluggish.

His movements are slower... is it because he has so much frost on his body? Maybe his Quirk is like a magic meter in a video game... if that's true, he could be running on empty. Did he waste all his energy on fighting Tape Arms?

I felt myself frown, irritated at the thought.

That son of a bitch.

"Yo, you okay, bro?" Dunce Face asked me.