bandaid | katsuki bakugo

twenty one

sitting there for a few more moments, yukiko couldn't help but feel shy, and warm. how do i feel about katsuki, she asked herself, i've always seen him like a little sibling, but, if i really think about it... she blushed softly, her cheeks a deep crimson.

"there you go, yukiko." yuko chuckled, "you're realizing how you actually feel, right?"

"m-maybe!" yukiko looked at her feet, before glancing over at katsuki in the private seating.

yuko chuckled, "oh! it's starting." she pulled out the receipt for the crepes and made a t-chart, with her name over the left side and yukiko's over the right side. "i already won one."

"welcome back to the finals, everyone!" Present Mic announced, "sorry for that long wait. the insane amount of ice from the second match has finally been cleared, though, so it's time to welcome new competitors!" the flames emitted from the corners of the stage again, "even beautiful flowers have thorns. it's the assassin from class 1-B. ibara shiozaki from the hero course!"

a girl with long, green vines as hair stepped onto the sparring grounds, smiling sweetly.

"versus the boy with the electric personality! another hero in the making, denki kaminari!"

the crowd cheered, with yuko and yukiko following.

"come on, denki!" yuko shouted, clapping her hands.

"keep those eyes peeled. i wanna see a super flashy battle this time!"

"excuse me." ibara held the microphone delicately in her hands, "please pardon the interruption. i'm not sure why you called me an assassin. i've come to the festival in search of victory, not to take my opponent's life. that wouldn't be in line with the values of a hero at all, sir."

Present Mic stuttered, "right, i'm sorry."

"gentlemen, i didn't enter UA for wicked or selfish reasons, but to deliver salvation to others! it is my humble quest to spread true good across this world."

"a missionary." yuko chuckled softly, "she has wonderful intentions, but how is she supposed to win a dueling match with such little aggression."

"listen, i said i was sorry! that was my bad, okay?"

"i thank you for you kind understanding." ibara bowed softly, handing Midnight the mic again and stepped back onto the floor.

Present Mic cleared his throat, "so, anyway. begin!" he called.

denki dropped his hips, his fists curled. as he clearly made an advance to ibana, and not in a fighting way, he covered his body in electricity, his hair rising a bit. his fists met the floor of the sparring grounds, sending the volts her way.

ibara simply turned around, her vines extending and cutting off to make a giant wall of the vines to protect herself from the shock, and the ends of said wall of vines ran across the floor, wrapping denki up in them.

"yes!" yukiko cheered, a wide smile, "put that down!"

"wait, it's not over."

"he's immobilized! that's all, folks! it was over in an instant."

"now, it's over." yuko sighed, adding a tally mark onto yukiko's side, "you dealt me a bad hand!"