Inspired by a post from Gentrychild on Tumblr suggesting that Gran Torino had a crush on Nana until she opened her mouth (so about five seconds or so). If you like please leave reviews!

Sorahiko kneeled to the floor, clutching his stomach. That bastard Gabara may have gotten in a very cheap shot before their fight started, but Sorahiko still kicked his ass before the adrenaline wore off. Which left him with a lot of pain… As he held back a bit of nausea he even heard an angel calling him from above. Soon the pain began to fade, and he began to feel normal again. Not like it was his first barroom brawl. Why did he still hear the angel's voice?

"-ou ok?"

He looked up and saw a young woman in her twenties (around his age), with black hair tied back in a bun. She wore a loose, black t-shirt and shorts. Her arms and legs were toned and muscular. He wondered if she could handle herself in a fight. She was also clearly not an angel (had he been hit in the head and forgotten it?), though she was…not hard on the eyes.

"Yeah I'll be fine. That opening punch was a doozy though…"

"Yeah it sure was," the woman said, "Do you think he may have used a quirk or something?" Her expression seemed merely curious, but Gran thought he could see something sharper behind it.

"No, he has a fire quirk. Doesn't matter. I still kicked his ass," Sorahiko said.

"True. Also, kudos for stepping in when he was being an asshole. I was walking over to deal with him myself, but you got there first. Cheap hit or not, you still had him running in less than a minute, you a hero or something?"

"No, if I was I would have used my quirk. Now, you should go befor…what are you doing?" he asked as she sat down at his table.

She grinned at him. "What does it look like? I'm having drinks with you. Any Good Samaritan who can fight that well deserves a good drinking buddy.

Sorahiko glowered at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry I'm not hitting on you or anything."

"By the way," she said, her eyes now much sharper, "that guy you were fighting, where'd he go? Will he be back? Maybe with friends?"

"Alright, what do you want?" Sorahiko said glaring at her.

"What do you mean?"

"A random person doesn't just come up to have drinks with someone who got in a barroom brawl before asking very specific questions about how to find the person he fought. Now what do you want?"

"What?!" she said gesturing to herself in (painfully exaggerated) shock, "you're accusing me of daring to take advantage of a stranger for my own interests? Shame on you."

Sorahiko kept glaring.

She let out an overly dramatic sigh. "Fiiine. I have business with the guy whose ass you kicked and you seemed to know who he was so I figured I could use you to find him," she said with an upbeat smile.

"Fine," Sorahiko said. "He'll probably be back in a few minutes with a gang of his friends to beat the shit out of me. Happy?"

"That's great!" she said. "I'll wait here with you."

"…Great," he said expecting this to be a long wait. At least he'd have alcohol.

"Nana Shimura. You?"

"Sorahiko Torino."

"Torino? Like the-"

"Yes, like the car!"

"I was going to say like the Clint Eastwood movie," she said with her arms folded and nose turned upward.

"Suuurre you were."

"Hey I really was!" she said.

"Uh-huh." Gran said.

"My dad loved westerns which made him an Eastwood fan!"

"I see"

"Don't give me that look!"

"What look?"

"The one where you clearly think I'm full of shit."

"I don't think anything of the sort."

Shimura pouted. "Jerk."

Sorahiko grinned as he sipped his drink. "Yep."

They drank some more. Sorahiko glanced outside to see if any of his friends were coming yet. Despite her relaxed posture, he caught Shimura glancing out there too several times. As she put her half empty glass down she said "Ah! Now that hits the spot! Wonder if I'd feel it in the morning if I had a few more drinks after this one. You know, after beating up that gang you think is coming. Ah well, some coffee with a few cups of sugar'll help me wake up anyway."

"I'm sorry, did you just say a few cups of sugar?!" Gran said.

"Yep. Really helps me wake up in the morning."

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"

"By breathing."

"You know what I mean! That much sugar should have killed you! Several times over!"

"Hasn't yet! Besides I need to drink it every morning to not be a corpse."

"It should be doing the exact opposite!"

"Awww. You do care."

"Not really. I'm just surprised."

"What?" she said with mock horror. "You wouldn't care if one day I was gone? Tragically taken in my prime by the very drink that meant to nourish me?"

"Nope."

"You're horrible."

"Why thank you," he said with a smug smile.

"At least I couldn't be mistaken for a senior citizen!"

Sorahiko relaxed his features and said in a faux elderly voice, "Why hello there young missy, who are you?"

"Hardy har har," Shimura said. Then in a faux-sympathetic tone dripping with sarcasm said "I'm afraid gramps, that drinking alcohol at your age just isn't healthy. I'll have to take it for myself." She reached for his drink.

He pulled it back. Feeling exceptionally petty he said, "What a sweet young lady in the prime of her life. And quite lovely too." He squinted and bent forward as if trying to see "My sight isn't what it once was, but you don't look a day over thirty-five!"

Her expression darkened. "I'm in my twenties you ass. Didn't your parents ever tell you that its ungentlemanly to bring up a woman's age?"

"Please," he said in his normal voice, "I'm no gentleman and you are no lady."

She brandished her fist at him. "Why I oughta…"

"Point proven." He said resting his chin on his hands.

She flipped him off. And kicked him under the table. After a few more seconds of glaring she said. "Fine. You don't look like an old man. Happy?"

"No, but I'll take it. Technically your twenties counts as not over-" She gave Sorahiko a very unamused look. And grabbed his drink and pulled it over to her while he was distracted. "Fine. You're obviously in your early twenties." She kept her hostage. He rolled his eyes. "And very attractive." Shimura grinned smugly and released his drink. He grabbed it and said, "Which makes your shit personality all the more unfortunate."

"Hey!" She said. Then she smirked, "Well birds of a feather…"

"So you're admitting your personality's shit?"

"Hey about your hair again: Is it naturally gray, or do you just have terrible taste in hair dye?"

"Neither, it went prematurely gray from dealing with insufferable pests coming to my table."

"If this is a recurring thing, the problem's with you not me." Shimura's smirk faded as she looked out the door. "Looks like we've got party crashers…" she said, standing up.

"Already?" Sorahiko said, "Well, at least I haven't had the time to drink enough to screw up my brawling." he said standing up, beating his fists together to prepare.

Gabara (who now sported a lovely little black eye) walked through the door with four others. One was of average size with toned muscles and a scar over his eye (Sorahiko would call him Scarface), another was short and thin with a ridiculous mohawk and shades (Mohawk), another had long arms with claws on the end (Claws) and the last looked at least eight feet tall, with broad shoulders, massive arms, and a head shaped like a gorilla (the Big One).

"Can you fight?" Sorahiko said to Nana.

"Ready, able, and very willing" she said with an eager gleam in her eye.

"Fine. It looks like we're outnumbered." he punched his hand and grinned. "That makes it more fun for me. So just don't get in my way and we'll get along great."

Gabara spoke "Hey girl! Buzz off. Our business is with your boyfriend there. Not you."

Nana glared. "First of all, not my boyfriend. Gross. Second, I already have a wonderful man in my life. Third, we were in the middle of a conversation. Fourth, I'm making it my business." Her grimace became that same cocky smirk she'd been giving Sorahiko all conversation. It was much less unbearable when she was giving it to someone else. "So, I'd recommend you all walk away. Or me and Torino here can get your eyes to match. What say you Torino?" she turned to him, "What say you? Should we make him look like small ungroomed panda bear?"

"Eh, pandas look cute and loveable. He's a pathetic lowlife who belongs in the trash. He'd be an oversized, even filthier, raccoon." Sorahiko said.

"True."

Gabara's fists clenched. "Ok then. Two ass-kickings on the hou -"

"Is he usually this dramatic?" Nana said to Sorahiko.

"All. The. Time. And he's never any good at it either."

Gabara yelled "Oh that is it!" He pointed at Scarface. "You! Shut her up."

Scarface walked forward and cracked his knuckles.

"Oh good. A warm-up," Nana said as she walked forward, "Leave this one to me Torino. I've got this."

"If that's what you want," said Sorahiko, "Go right ahead." He folded his arms and watched, deciding to jump in only if she really seemed to need it.

Scar face ran forward and threw a right hook. Nana ducked and punched him in the face. He staggered back and glared at her. Nana raised her fists, grinned at him, and winked. She rushed forward and moved to punch his gut. He moved to block, but it was a feint. Instead she punched his face. She grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the gut twice before jumping back. He threw two more punches, but she danced out of his range before throwing another punch toward his face. He blocked it, but she punched his stomach. It did nothing. He grabbed hold of both her arms.

Her eyes widened. He chuckled and pulled them apart and kneed her in the gut. He punched her in the jaw and then grabbed her by the arm to hold her up. Sorahiko got ready to jump in.

She threw a sloppy punch that he easily blocked, but as he grabbed that hand, her other shot out and struck him in the throat. He dropped her and she kicked him in the back of the knee, and slammed his head into the side of a table. He tried to punch her but she leaped over his arm, kicked him in the jaw. He fell to the floor and didn't get back up.

She can fight, Sorahiko thought.

She got up and walked back to him. She turned toward their opponents. "Is that all you've got? Your friend may have packed a punch, but it wasn't much use without a brain. If you brought yours you'd back down."

Gabara turned to the Big One. "Stay back and intervene if we start to lose." Then he nodded at his other two companions who started walking forward to each side of him.

Sorahiko turned to Nana. "Well? Lady's first."

Nana smiled back. "Great idea. Lady's first." Then she pushed him into the three. As he regained balance he saw them coming at him. Well shit. He elbowed Claws and punched Mohawk, then ducked a punch from Gabara. Sorahiko kicked him in the stomach, then turned and looked around, surveying his surroundings. The three were all watching him, fists raised, probably waiting for someone else to make a move. None of them had used their quirks yet, probably because they were smart enough to know they'd be labeled villains if they did. That also meant Sorahiko couldn't use his quirk for fear of the same (if he was caught). Then he looked past them and saw Nana sitting on the table sipping a drink, flashing him a cheeky grin and a small wave!

That bi-

While he was distracted the three ran at him. He grabbed the arm of one, kicked the other, and threw the one he was holding into the third. He took a punch to the stomach, a kick to the side, and a (weak) punch to the other side, while he gave out punches to the gut, punches to the face, kicks to the knees, and one sweep to the legs. He could win this, but it was going to be tedious…

Nana watched Sorahiko fighting the three, easily holding the advantage despite taking a few hits. She smirked, which became a frown as she turned` to the thugs' massive friend watching the fight.

While Sorahiko's playing with those three, I'll need a way to take care of that one…

She looked around the bar, noting its abnormally high ceiling (probably either to accommodate people with quirks that increase size, or this building had formerly been for a different purpose, or both) before noticing something across the street. A construction site. She looked back at the big thug. He wasn't paying attention to her. She smiled.

Lightbulb.

Mohawk landed a punch on Sorahiko, knocking him off balance. As he fell, Sorahiko grabbed Mohawk and dragged him down with him. There, he slammed Mohawk's head against the floor and looked up. Gabara and Claws were running at him. He dove forward, grabbed Claws' legs, and lifted, sending him to the floor. Gabara kicked Sorahiko, knocking him backward. On his back, Sorahiko kicked Gabara in the shins, then threw himself upward with an uppercut to his jaw, standing up as he did so. He smirked as the bastard went staggering backwards. Until Claws grabbed his shirt. Right. Him. Sorahiko moved to punch his face, then kicked his shins instead. He grabbed Claw's arms and threw him into Gabara, who was coming to try and repay Sorahiko for that uppercut. Mohawk was still lying on the ground. And doing a great job at it.

Gabara murmured something to Claws, then the two began slowly walking from different sides toward Sorahiko. Awww how sweet. Only twenty or thirty-something and they just learned what a basic flanking maneuver is. Maybe their parents could take videos of them. They came at him from different sides. Sorahiko punched Claws, blocked Gabara's kick, threw a (blocked) punch at Claws, blocked a kick from Gabara, going back and forth between the two attacking, dodging and defending from two different sides.

He kicked Gabara in the back of the knee and knocked him to the ground. A fist collided with his back. He spun around and threw a blind right hook. It missed Claws' head by several inches, so Sorahiko turned it into an elbow strike. Claws staggered and threw a right hook of his own. Sorahiko leapt backward, but Claws' long arm allowed him to still graze Sorahiko. Fortunately, Claws had overextended with his punch, so Sorahiko ran in, punched him in the face, then tangled his legs with Claws' and tripped him. He quickly moved to the side to dodge a blind rush from Gabara. As Gabara tried to stop, Sorahiko began walking toward him. He something grabbing his shoe. He looked down at Claws trying to grab his foot. Will you just stay down? Sorahiko ripped his foot out of his shoe and kicked him in the face.

Sorahiko ran at Gabara and swung for his stupid face. Gabara blocked. Sorahiko punched him in the gut, then the chest, then punched his belly, followed by a jab the front of the face and a right hook to the jaw. He heard a yell behind him, and looked as Claws flung himself at Sorahiko. I am done with you. Sorahiko kicked him in the stomach with a yell which drowned out the noise of a small burst of air from his foot that gave the blow a (hopefully) imperceptible boost in strength. With another yell, Sorahiko swung that leg around (using his quirk for a small boost in speed and balance) and kicked Gabara in the stomach, sending him down. Time to end this. Then he felt the massive hands around his arms.

Oh right. I forgot all about the big guy…

Said big guy held Sorahiko's arms against his side. Gabara got up, now sporting two black eyes, "Nice try Torino, but I'm afraid it's not enough. Now," he held up his hand as flames began dancing across his fingers "It's time for you to pay. Your girlfriend was smart. She knew not t-"

"Bomb's away!"

A cinder block crashed down onto the Big Guy's head. All three looked up, and saw Nana crashing down onto the Big Guy's head in a chair. She jumped off the chair (which fell to the floor) up to the ceiling. Then she fell toward the Big Guy, foot stretched out for a kick. She landed right onto his face, then flipped off of him to the ground. He fell to the ground. She smiled at Sorahiko, who glared at her.

"The big one there's quirk gives him enhanced durability as well as speed. So, while you were fighting I had to find something hard and heavy to drop on him. Like a cinder block. Lucky the construction workers outside lent me one. Oh and by the way," She backhanded Gabara behind her, just as he finally seemed to break out of his stupor to attack her. Instead he fell to the ground unconscious. "You still missed one."

Somehow that did not make Sorahiko any happier. And he did 90% of the work knocking that last one out! "And the reason for you the sitting on the table waving at me?"

"A little fun while I was coming up with my plan. I saw your first fight, and the opening to this one. You were way better than any of those low-lives. And the Incredible Dolt over there was ordered to stay back so I had to figure out a way to deal with him. Besides you said you liked fighting a large group and I should what was it? 'Stay out of the way'? So, I was just being a good friend. Now-hold on. Tie their hands with these."

She tossed him some zip ties and walked over to the bartender, who it sounded like was in the middle of a frantic 911 call. "And she used her quirk to float up and-"

Nana placed a card on the bar. "Hero," she said smiling at him.

The bartender looked at it. "Oh, she has a hero license. Yeah, I can read you the name. It's…"

Sorahiko tied up the three while she talked with the bartender. When she was done, Nana walked over to him. "Don't worry. I said you were with me so you're not in any trouble, and any damages to the place are covered as part of my hero work. This time. You hurt?"

"No. They only landed a couple of hits. I've faced worse."

"Still, you should at least get checked by the medics when they get here."

"Oh alright. So, hero huh?"

"Yep! That group there had some warrants out for their arrest. Except your friend there," she gestured at Gabara, "he was suspected as the ring leader, but we had no proof. His little stunt there with his quirk should change that. Along with the several other illegal things he did. And he'd done so well controlling his temper up to that point too…"

Sorahiko chuckled. "Yeah. He's a dumbass."

Nana turned to him, her expressions softer. "You know, you should consider being a hero too."

Sorahiko gave her an incredulous look.

"I'm serious! you're a good fighter, and you don't seem that bad a guy. You don't have a record, do you?"

Sorahiko shook his head. He may have not been a "model citizen", but his record was clean.

"We could use someone like you. Besides, it gives you free reign to use your quirk without being considered a villain or needing to hide it when you lose your shoe." She finished at barely above a whisper while giving him a pointed look.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She smiled. "Of course not. We should meet up again sometime, this was fun!"

"Ugh, fine. You'd probably be bothering someone else if I didn't, so I shall sacrifice myself for the greater good." She pouted, but still exchanged numbers with him.

A crash happened outside. Somebody cried for help. Something about a villain. Nana's face turned serious. "I need to go out there. Mind if I leave you in charge of here?

He nodded. As annoying as she could be she wasn't actually that ba-

"Great!" she smiled, "Then you get the tab!"

Before he could say another word, she was out the door. The bartender rang up their total. As it turned out she had been at that bar for several hours, likely waiting for Gabara and his gang. And she was apparently not a lightweight.

Sorahiko had just met Nana Shimura today, at first he wasn't sure what he thought of her, but now, he knew.

Now, likely until the end of time.

He hated her.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! That was one of the first fight scenes I've done so please feel free to tell me what could be improved!