"Fuck, its slow!" I shout to no one as I slump down on an air vent atop the roof with the best vantage point in the city, "Fuck I'm tired."
I've been working non stop in an attempt to both kill boredom and in hopes of my ranking going up.
But nothing will budge it.
I will forever be haunted by the fact that I share the top spot with that God Damn Deku.
For the first time ever two heroes are tied for number one.
I run my hand through my ash blonde hair as I check my phone for a text, call, anything, wishing for a distraction from my current frustration. But you know what they say...
Be careful what you wish for.
Suddenly the vent from behind me rumbles before something bursts from the grate. I watch it all in slow motion as a well toned and well endowed body twists in the air. She makes eye contact with me, suddenly surprised before it melts into that of a sly cat smile.
It takes me a moment to realize what she is carrying in her left hand, she blows me a kiss as she lands on the roof top across from me.
"Catch me if you can kaachan." She purrs that stupid pet name and I growl.
"How the fuck do you know that?" I yell but she's already onto the next building. She moves quickly in her black body suit, combat boots, and little cat ear clips, carrying the sack of money with ease. Explosions litter my skin from irritation before I let a larger explosion go, careful to be conscious of the tender concrete below me.
I catch up in no time though her feet beat against the roofs quickly. I land in front of her and she gives me another sly smile. Her long dark brown hair is braided down her back and her matching eyes stand stark against the black mask she wears, similar to my own.
"What brings you to this part of town kaachan?" She purrs again.
"It's called hero work low life." I scoff.
She giggles.
"So the information I have on you is current huh, ground zero?" She says my hero name but it sounds wrong in her mouth. I'd prefer she'd keep any form of my name off of those plump lips.
"Information?" I ask, closing my fighting stance. She's toned sure, but she ain't stronger than me. Might as well toy with her before getting her locked up and by the size of that bag, locked up for life.
"Hmm maybe not *that* up to date. Considering you can't hear." She continues to use her honeyed voice, "But the temperamental pig headed attitude is still accurate."
"Cut the shit bitch." I lunge for her and she dodges easily slamming the sack of money against me, knocking me off balance.
"Oh how did you know I was a bitch?" Her voice changes and becomes dark. She drops the sack, kicking me in the ribs hard.
Hard enough that an audible crack reverberates through my chest. I growl, flipping and landing on my feet.
"Make that a cunt too." I spit blood at her feet and she offers a cheap smile.
We exchange punches, both of us landing and blocking hits as quickly as we can. She barely gives me enough time to use my quirk and she has yet to reveal her own. So far all I can tell is that she's faster, stronger, and more durable than the average human.
That doesn't always mean they have a quirk though.
I see a narrow opening, I knock her arms from blocking, igniting a large explosion point blank to her chest. She flies backwards and lands a few roof tops away hitting against a wall with a harsh thud. I smile, jumping to close the distance. I wrap the fingers on my right hand tightly against her tender throat. Savoring the power I have a moment too long. My eyes trail and I see that I've burned a good portion of her body suit away revealing sun kissed cleavage. I tear my eyes away only to be met with that cat like smirk.
"Usually I get undressed and asked to be choked by the second date." She starts, using her exposed tits as a distraction. Some how she manages to escape my grip and turn the tables. Now I am the one pinned against the metal of the enclosure to the roof access stair well. Her small hands are strong as they choke me of air, a dark gleam shines in her eye before they turn that much more seductive. Eyes at half mast, lashes fluttering over faintly freckled cheeks. She kisses me.
This ain't no PG rated kiss either. Her lips touch mine hungrily as her tongue swipes for entrance. My body moves on it's own, crimson eyes closing while my lips open meeting her tongue with my own, fighting for dominance before she pulls away. I almost let out a whimper.
Almost.
I growl to hide it and she smiles sweetly.
"This is a good present kaachan." She says holding her palm out to me, before a serious of explosions erupt from her skin. They are hot and I use both of my arms to block the brunt of the damage.
As the smoke clears I watch her figure pick up the forgotten loot disappearing into the shadows of the night.
It takes a moment longer to realise that she used my own quirk against me.