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❝Threats❞
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The warm evening mist shocked her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, fasterーall as she ran. Meanwhile, Bakugou's breaths came in small spurts, hot and weary. At his sides, his fingers curled into sweaty fists, knuckles pressed against the waistline to his pants that are a basic black color.
Oka was confident if she had chosen to slouch forward in a lean, her stature would topple over and fold over the ground, all sprawled and beckoned for Bakugou's teases.
"I can't...believe you…raced me all the, the way down the street…" Oka inhaled-exhaled between speech. The blond used his right hand to wipe his cheek free from that unwelcomed perspiration rolling down his skin. There were lots more; down his neck and back, daring to seep through his shirt.
"You're the one that decided to chase me, and I never fall behind." So calm and natural, cool, and composed as if he hadn't full-on sprinted down the sidewalk, weaving through crowds and dodging the physiques of others.
3...
"That's because I didn't want to get left behind!" Oka's tone raised more than just one octave. As she would shoutーdrowse evident, accompanying that timbreーshe fixed herself into an up-right position.
His facial features are mostly covered, and he is loosely fitted, sure to have had every ligament concealed by long pieces of clothing, and the only thing visible to the naked eye is his jawline. He sought refuge underneath an awning, stretched above a storefront's door, while leaning himself against that wall of cement.
He dug for his phone, checking the time.
2...
"I think you look better behind me anyway", Bakugou replied in an audible mutter. It was more of a growl, intercepted with his signature scowl. "Now let's get a move on, the store's up ahead. I wanna go home already."
Oka felt she didn't have a choiceーnot that he'd consider giving an extra one anyway. Nevertheless, the two agreed to go search for some dainties that'd fill more so their own stomachs rather than their classmates.
"Right", she nodded. Her breaths that were once irregular just before, had felt as if they were finally returning to its rightful place: her lungs. She would walk easily with only a bit of dizziness, not yet enough to trigger her illness.
1...
As soon as she'd take that step forward, all in hopes to once again tread near Bakugou's side, something...rung.
0.
Was it...a chime?
A hum?
She felt...too dizzy to tell. But she was feeling fine just a second agoー
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Where did the noise go?
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Oka couldn't hear a sound.
Her eyes: filled with nothing, aside with a haze that would dull into whiteness; her body: unresponsive.
'How did...Bakugou end up over there...'
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"I think you look better behind me anyway", Bakugou replied in an audible mutter. It was more of a growl, intercepted with his signature scowl. "Now let's get a move on, the store's up ahead. I wanna go home already." "Right!" Oka nodded.
She was lucky to have Bakugou. His senses were more sharp, attentive; and his mind was always prepared. His body, on the contrary, is like a hungry beast. While it's fed, it will keep tamed; while it's not, it lunges at any and everything...uncontrollably. For good or for worse.
That very beast is what the hothead wields. His arms extended before his head could fully turn, as soon as he heard that first chime of a bicycle's bell.
"Hey, lookout!"
He knew his strength alone wouldn't put her at a distance to where she's safe, unscathed from the merciless attempt on her being. He needed more. He needed more power. Explosion.
Bakugou felt grateful towards Oka in a way, despite being in the process of saving her own life. Their sprint from earlier allowed him to secrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of his hands, where today's exercise laid dormant.
The last thing Oka saw was sparks; first yellow, then orange, thenーred.
BOOM.
Harshly, her back collided against the wall of a neighboring building, and its thud stole the gazes of others. Its impact was far too dangerous for a female to bear out of the blue, so instantaneous her body was not yet prepared for contact.
However, while Oka made it into the safety of the walkway, Bakugou was far less fortunate. He was out in the ever-changing streets, propelled outwards so far with the help of his quirk.
Oka would have worried for his well-being, divulged in the domain of all kinds of transportation and unpredictable threats, but she couldn't. As the back of her frame slid against the brick, her hands extended beside her head, her lashes began to flutter shut.
There was nothing to register, not even that burning sensation stinging at her arm thanks to Bakugou's ability. Everything felt as though it were moving in slow motion; her gaze so white, it looked clouded. The only thing she could vividly decipher from her surroundings was the blond, thrusting into the wind.
The male that bicycle, riding at the speed of sound was no longer in sight. The two's belongings were sprawled next to each other's torsosーtheir shoes and phonesーwhile Bakugou himself was rolling over his back.
"Dammit..." He muttered. His head was aching, but he didn't know where the pain was coming from specifically...Inching his fingers towards his spiky blond hair, he rubbed only to sooth his suffering, but when his hand would retract...Blood.
It took course, running its path down his forehead, trickling over his eyelid and brow. "What the..." As his frame risen to his feet, his head turned to his right. It wouldn't have, if it weren't for that noise.
A truckーblaring its horn, inconsiderate of others.
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Chapter End