A/N: I guess this is my first time writing something involving action.
Word Count: 345 words
Shouta and Hizashi were second year students and they were about to fight each other in the Sports Festival tournament.
"Sorry Sho, I'll have to make this quick." Hizashi said, standing his ground.
"I don't think so Hiz, I'm winning this time." Shouta said.
Naturally, both Shouta and Hizashi's quirks were much weaker when they were teenagers. Shouta's erasure time limit was much shorter and Hizashi's sonic booms were less powerful and had a shorter range.
Oboro and Nemuri were sitting in the stadium seats watching their friends fight.
Oboro was bouncing his legs up and down, anxiously wondering who would win.
"Chill out, Hizashi is probably gonna win anyway. His quirk is more versatile." Nemuri reasoned.
"True. But Shota is better at hand to hand combat." Oboro added.
"Begin!" The announcer said.
On cue, Hizashi let out a scream causing Shota to crouch on the ground and cover his ears.
"Ow." Shota said.
"Ooh." Hizashi muttered, feeling guilty he hurt his friend.
"I need to get closer." Shota thought to himself, looking around at his surroundings.
Hizashi let out another scream.
"This is getting nowhere." Shota hissed.
Hizashi squinted.
Shota has a long way to go before reaching Hizashi.
Hizashi placed a hand on his throat.
"Uh oh. My throat is getting a bit sore." Hizashi said.
He looked up.
Shota was gone.
"Where did he go?!" Hizashi gasped.
Shota came behind him and punched Hizashi's throat, to make sure he doesn't scream.
"Ow!" Hizashi said in a broken voice, on his knee.
Shota grabbed onto Hizashi's legs.
Hizashi snickered.
"No." Hizashi whispered, trying to dig his hands into the ground.
"I can't believe this. I'm going to lose." Hizashi said.
"Sorry, Hiz but I'm winning this match." Shota said, dragging his friend across the concrete.
"Ah!" Hizashi said, being thrown across the white line.
"The winner is Shota!" the announcer said.
The crowd cheered.