Shinji/Hiyori - Kung Fu Mayhem
Rating: K+
Shinji slams his foot against the tile. Hiyori eyes him, clearly unimpressed. The vizard head spins on his heel, slams Kensei's punching bag back further, nearly rips a hole through it when his kick flies out like jagged lightning, striking hard and fast.
Shinji retracts his foot, dusts a pant leg to get stray flecks of plaster off. He shoves his hands back into his pockets coolly. "Well?"
Hiyori ignores Shinji's query, moves to shove him out of the way. She'll show him how it's done – the right way.
She's wordless. Shinji's trying not to scoff at what he sees is faux concentration on her part, hands folded over his chest in rebuffed contentment. He watches as Hiyori draws a tiny fist back, clenches it, then lets it fly.
Bam.
There's a hole in the middle of the bag. One that's clean, goes straight through.
Shinji whistles lowly. Has to admit he's slightly, just slightly, impressed. Shinji drops his hands backs into his pockets, dips his body and cocks his head to see how far Hiyori's punch has gone through the bag exactly.
The hole is perfect.
Hiyori folds arms over a slight chest in satisfaction.
"Well?" Hiyori echoes dryly back, a bit too smug for Shinji's liking. Shinji's still staring at the hole, unable to say anything.
"Po on Kung Fu Panda never does that!" Shinji protests finally, notching Hiyori's attempt at copying all and any Kung Fu panda moves as complete failure.
Hiyori nearly punches a hole through his stomach in annoyance.
Shinji doesn't know talent when he sees it.