Bound to a Villain - ShigarakixOC - HIATUS

Memories

Misaki's P.O.V

"Ne, Katsuki, I thought you said you were strong." I jeered, a small smirk on my face. I could see his upper lip twitching in annoyance and anger. He growled before sprinting forward and threw another punch in my direction - this time aiming for my face. 

"SHUT UP! AND STOP CALLING ME BY MY NAME YOU NOBODY!" he roared violently while throwing another punch my way after I dodged the last. I tsked and rolled my eyes, grabbing his fist with one hand and forearm with the other. I tightened my grip and shifted my weight, flipping his body up and over my head. He twisted rather quickly in my hold and managed to land relatively stable on the ground behind me, but didn't take note of my left foot that swept him to the ground. 

"I think we should take a break. You're obviously letting your anger get the best of you, and the whole point of this exercise if for you to control it." I sighed, dropping my hold on him. He grunted and stood up, breathing hard.

"I'm not finished yet!" He snarled, sweat dripping from his face and body. I rolled my eyes at him - something I had been doing pretty often these last couple days of training with the hothead.

"I don't really care if you aren't finished. I am. You're wasting my time." I stated, clicking my tongue in annoyance. 

"Maybe if you let me use my quirk you'd be saying something different." He grumbled to himself before walking over to the bench that was nearby. I followed behind him, stretching my arms as we walked. 

"I told you, if you can't handle it when sparring, what's the point in using your quirk? It'll have the same outcome, but with more sparks." I stated, making an explosion motion with my hands and mouth in jest. 

He took a seat on the bench, while I opted for laying on the grass next to it. The shade of the tree that hovered over us provided a pleasant coolness on this hot day to my weary body.

I wouldn't admit it to him, but Katsuki Bakugou sure was strong - stronger than most students his age. His hits hurt more than I expected, and I was Mirio's punching bag for years for gods sake. 

I looked at him from the corner of my eye to see him still breathing heavily and I felt a Cheshire-like grin appear on my face.

But my hits weren't anything he was used to, that's for sure.

"Oi, what are you grinning at, hag?!" He demanded, his eyebrow twitching.

"Oh nothing. Just wondering why you're always so breathless around me. Could it be...you think I'm cute?" I teased, nearly feeling a cackle rise from my throat.

"EH? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!" He yelled, a small blush rising on his cheeks. I sat up and grabbed the towel that was laying next to me on the ground.

"Clean yourself up. We are done for the day. Tomorrow will be my last day training you and the rest is up to you." I stated, throwing the towel in his face. I could see the smoke forming in his hands in frustration, but he did as he was told. 

I then stood up, stretched my arms a bit more, and grabbed my training bag. "I'll text you later, Katsuki. Work on that anger, will yah? I won't hold back tomorrow." I noted, before throwing a grin his way and walking back towards the main campus. 

It was silent for a moment and I sighed, enjoying the peace and quiet of this warm aftern-

"YOU WERE HOLDING BACK?!" He then screamed. I snickered to myself and waved my hand in the air towards him before I began to jog off.

I was meeting Mirio for a late lunch, as it had been a while since we had hung out one on one. With all the training I was doing during the day with Katsuki, and spending my time with Tomura in the evening's, I didn't really have much time to spend elsewhere in the last week. I was pretty okay with that though, considering Tomura and I had become much closer in the last couple nights.