bandaid | katsuki bakugo

ninteen

( hello 😀 i've returned)
(the timeline for this particular part is kinda fucky, but it's just bc my brain would not process it correctly)

yukiko sat in the waiting room for ten minutes, stretching and mentally preparing herself for the match she'd be met with in the next few minutes. the students left the stage, and Exanimate called up the two students.

yukiko pulled open the door, trying to let her anxiety drip away. she took slow breaths in, and slow breaths out, slowly feeling her lungs expand and constrict, her chest rising and falling. as she steadied her breathing, her hand pressing under her ribs, she stopped outside of the door, walking over to the sparring floor, feeling her legs shake.

"yukiko endo versus takeshi teramato. round 24." Hart announced, glancing at the two as the crowd cheered. "yukiko endo, the infamous student who's been mentioned in all the media lately for protecting class 1-A from a villain attack, steps up to the plate. she currently is considered quirkless, yet she has still managed to make it this far, against her toughest opponent." Hart had almost a curious smile in her voice, "takeshi teramoto from class 2-A is here to prove his worth with his quirk, loaded strength, and claims to be able to make it to first place." the crowd cheered even louder as they heard the announcement.

why they're so excited for 25 rounds of students fighting, i'll never know, yukiko thought to herself, looking at the crowd anxiously, before glancing back at the boy, "you know, you remind me of someone!" she screamed across the way to takeshi, trying to make small talk.

yet, he didn't answer her, only pulling a grimace.

"ready," Exanimate called, and yukiko and takeshi held a bow, "begin."

as the two straightened their backs, takeshi took off running, his eyes narrowed, focusing on yukiko.

move, yukiko thought to herself as her feet were planted on the ground, move! she was frozen.

she's spent a month in a hospital bed, the constant nightmares reliving the day at USJ. being frozen and staring back at shigaraki as All Might got injured. she couldn't move then, either.

you have to do something, her legs shook as takeshi approached her, anything.

yukiko stood there, her eyes widening in fear, her legs shaking and her lungs filling.

takeshi pulled his arm back, leading with his right foot as he steadied himself for a heavy left strike.

yukiko flinched, ready for impact, her eyes shutting tightly.

takeshi's fist met yukiko's stomach, making her fly back, just barely on the edge of crossing the line that would warrant her elimination. she dragged her legs under her torso, coughing from the hit to her gut, rubbing the skin. "god, you got a strong hit..." she whispered more to herself than takeshi, clearing her throat.

glancing up to the stands, she looked at mahiro anxiously. was she using her quirk, was she actually helping?

takeshi landed a stomp on the ground, making the ground shake and raise.

yukiko stepped back, before catching herself as the threat of the cracking floor stopped at the end. looking from the ground to the boy in front of her, her brows furrowed.