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Monoma was sick of those 1A jerks. Last week Bakugo had managed to blow up most of the books in the library while ‘studying’. Just yesterday he swore he was threatening a student from class 1B. He didn’t like 1A. He hated Bakugo’s guts. So he did what any logical person would. He pissed him off. He had made sure Bakugo started every argument they had.
“Move out of the way, you extra.”
His tona held malice. Monoma had planned how things would go. It was lunch, and he wanted a big audience.
“You call me the extra when it’s quite obvious that’s exactly what you are.”
“HA? You calling me an extra moron?”
“And what if I am? What will the,” oh, so great Bakugo Katsuki do?”
“Listen here you little shit”
Bakugo brings his hand close to Monoma's face, and activates his quirk. Letting a few sparks warm up his palm, while warning Monoma.
“If you think you’re not a side character in this story you’re damn wrong.”
He knew how rash Bakugo was. What he wasn’t expecting was for him to say something so rushed.
“What makes you think you aren’t but a mere pawn in this story Bakugo?”
Bakugo looks at Monoma before answering.
“If I were a pawn like you said I was, and if you were better than me. You would’ve gotten into 1A. Now wouldn’t you?”
Monoma sneered.
“And what a dream that would be, to be lumped in with you”
“You little fucker”
Bakugou reels his hand back for a punch. His fist makes contact with Monoma’s face, and he feels a sick sort of satisfaction as Bakugou’s quirk registers in his body.
As much as Monoma hates to admit it, Bakugou’s a smart guy. He sees Bakugou’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s done.
Monoma smirks.
Bakugou’s hands flash gold with explosions, ready to fight. Monoma lights his own hands up.
He ducks under the first hit Bakugou throws. He throws his own explosion back at the floor under him. Bakugou jumps out of the way, and Monoma uses the momentary pause of battle to straighten up.
Bakugou starts spitballing small explosions at him, fast. Monoma barely sees the first 2 or 3 before they’ve sped past his face and left serious burns. Monoma grimances. He runs to the side, but Bakugou continues the shooting, because he’s long range Monoma, you can’t escape it-
Monoma sighs, and makes eye contact with Bakugou. His eyes flash red.
Bakugou continues the hand movements for the attack for a few seconds, and Monoma revels in how stupid he looks without the explosions actually working.
Deku lets out a gasp. He knows what’s happened, and Monoma knows he should be taking action right now, finishing the fight while Bakugou’s still dazed, but he can’t help but gloat. It’s in his nature, after all.
“Not so useful without that little quirk of yours, are you?”
It doesn’t really make sense, because of course Bakugou needs his quirk to fight. The people at U.A. aren’t like him, they have constant access to their quirk, fighting with it is just a part of them. Monoma isn’t like that. Monoma had to learn how to adapt and learn everything about a quirk from the moment he absorbs it to the 10 minutes until his time is up. He needed to learn how to be quick and efficient with his hands, how to get up and close with his opponent so he could grab t heir work. So he could turn their greatest strength into their greatest weakness.
He runs up to Bakugou, and punches him in the face, hard. Monoma knows that Bakugou’s quirk is useless against Bakugou, even from Monoma’s hand. But, as long as Monoma stares at Bakugou, keeps his blinks short and sweet, he can keep this a fist fight. And Monoma knows he’s has the advantage in that.
Bakugou stumnbles, but recovers enough to aim a returning punch at Monoma’s side. It’s weak, and Monoma blocks it easily. He grabs Bakugou’s hand and twists it, hard enough to break it. There’s a satisfying crunch, and Monoma lets go. He aims another punch at Bakugou’s face and Bakugou leans back so it still makes contact, but doesn’t hurt as much as Monoma intended it too.
No matter.
Monoma’s on the offensive, and he knows this routine easily enough. He gives a continuous streak of punches that force Bakugou to block and block and back up until he hits the wall behind him.
Bingo.
Monoma fakes going in for a strong punch with his left hand on Bakugou’s torso. Just before it makes contact, Monoma pushes all his energy into one last punch with his right at Bakugou’s defensless face.
The thud of Bakugou’s head hitting the wall behind him echoes to everyone who’s still watching.
He’s dazed, and Monoma uses the moment to grab Bakugou’s neck and press him harder against the wall. His eyes still glow red, making Bakugou have no way of escaping.
He lights his own hand up with Bakugou’s quirk again.
There’s a certain thrill Monoma feels, when he uses two quirks at once. Sure, if he does it for too long of a time, he’ll feel exhaushated as fuck, but right now, all he feels is power. It flows through his veins, from his eyes that hold Bakugou’s tired yet determined gaze, to his hand that he inches closer and closer to Bakugou.
Sure, the quirk won’t hurt Bakugou. But it will hurt the wall behind him, and if that’s gone, andi f Bakugou drops.
Well, there’s going to be alot of blood, at the very least.
Bakugou seems to understand this. With, probably the most pained voice Monoma has ever heard from him (whether that’s from Monoma choking him or pride, he doesn’t know), Bakugou mutters:
“I surrender.”
Monoma’s had his fun, and truth be told, Aizawa-sensei’s quirk is probably going to run out any minute. He lets go of Bakugou with a satisfied nod, and turns to face the onlookers.
1-A is probably expecting him to Monoma to continue bragging. For Bakugou to rise sometime in the middle of that and give him a punch that declares him the rightful winner instead.
1-B knows Monoma, knows that he won’t kick a person when they're already down. Knows that he doesn’t really enjoy fighting and probably just wants to go back to the dorms.
1-B is probably expecting him to walk over to their table, give them a small smile, and then return back and hope Bakugou doesn’t try to pick a fight again.
He’s always cared more about what 1-B thinks.
Maybe that was his problem. He desired to be worthy in the eyes of others. Even if he knew his capabilities and was proud of them. THat would never be enough.
Now would it..?