Akemi has a pretty good idea of what to do to distract Midnight, her quirk is down, all of it had gone to keeping Sero invisible and undetectable, and that's her only advantage. Akemi knows what to do to make her stutter and stop and distract her teacher, but she don't like it.
"Just..." She bites her lip, "Well, whatever I'm going to say to Midnight, know that I don't mean any of it."
To be honest, Nemuri was a little alarmed when she was told she's going up against Sero Hanta and Kimura Akemi. Having whiteness the girl turning Ishiyama's cement into her own jagged pillars and shooting them around with a light show going on around her Nemuri knows that the girl's quirk is nothing to scoff at. And sometimes quirks can decide the outcome of a fight and her odds really aren't good in terms of quirk, but she also know that the girl's quirk is weak towards sleeping gas, which means she has the upper-hand here.
But Kimura is currently simply huddled behind a rock, just within reach of her gas, but too far to attack her directly. And honestly she's a little disappointed in her. Aizawl had actually grudgingly complemented the control Kimura has over her quirk, and that is saying something. But this is not the kind of control she expected.
She sighs a little, and moves onto the offensive.
"Come on, little girl, are we playing hide and seek now?" She sings though the mist from her quirk, and walks towards the girl's hiding place, "How naughty~" She rounds the corner to face the girl... except she wasn't there.
"What-" Nemuri blinks, But a blast of light exploded to her left, blinding her for a second. And there, arms crossed, stood Kimura. Her quirk wascircling her like ribbons of light as usual, but golden arches of electricity sparking off her shoulder and arms, interrupting the fluid flow of the tendrils.
"I absolutely hate sleeping gas." She scowls, glaring at the mist that circles Nemuri, "Worst thing in the world."
Nemuri chuckles, and grins at the girl. Inwardly she winces a little at her glare, it seemed genuinely hateful, and that's a little concerning. "Now you're breaking my heart, darling." She teases before moving to attack with her whip, the weapon lashing out across the distance between them but the girl evaded it, twirling to the side. Nemuri was about to attack again but the girl beat her to it, an arrow speeding towards her with great accuracy. But that wasn't what made her stop. She'd dodged it but what the girl just yelled at her was... startling.
"W-what?" She found herself stuttering, blinking at the girl though the mist from her own quirk.
"I said, I have to hate it, seeing what it did to my arm at the sports festivals!" The girl snarled at her, her face twisted with anger and hate, "That was my right arm, you know, my dominant arm! And I am an artist! I draw and I sketch and that's been what I lived since I'm a little girl, guess what, you nearly ruined that for me!" The girl was firing arrow after arrow, most missed, but some were close, and it's clear that she wasn't aiming at non-vital places.
"And then Hibiki had to get hurt for me again." She screeched, and Nemuri found it a little hard to ignore the girl and attack her, or even to dodge her attacks. It's hard to ignore a screaming, crying child. "Hibiki was already hurt enough, and she had to get hurt for me again, because of you!"
That made her stutter, Hibiki, she'd reconise the name, from class 1C. She still remember the day Ishiyama marched into the room, seething as he told them that one of the kids in his class was abused, and the girl is currently in hospital. Ueno Hibiki. That was the name.
"What-" Nemuri stuttered, and the girl across her seethes.
"Her quirk is freaking wound transferral." She hissed, "She's been hurt for so long, I tried to stop her, I tried to help her, and then here she goes taking wounds from me, for me, for Tenya, for so many others that don't even deserve it, and I hate everyone who adds to that." She spits like a viper, and Nemuri freezes.
But then there was a sudden click around her wrist, and the anger on the girl's face vanishes, giving way to regret and shame as the cheerful voice of Nezu rang out, announcing the students passing the exam.
Nemuri blinks.
"Sensei, I'm sorry." She winces, "I don't mean any of that, but I needed your attention, and I just..." Kimura backs away, and Nemuri really didn't know what to think.
The girl just put on an act good enough to convince her, fool her, and make her stutter. She'd just snarled and spat at her, her anger almost genuine.
And that is impressive.
That is scarily impressive, how the girl had her fully convinced that she was being blamed, and had hurt her enough to make her want to cry, and she was crying. But there wasn't any trace of anything on her face right now, and she is just staring at the floor, ashamed and pained
This is the original draft for the fight chapter, so the pace is not perfect, there might be grammatical mistakes, the flow was horrible too.
But yeah. This is a lot darker than it is. Meh. I finished writing it and felt that It's a little out of place, so I pulled up a new keep notes file and rewrote the entire thing.