Darkside (BkDK)

~~** Karaoke anyone? **~~

Twenty minutes.

That's all the time it took for both members of the 'Wonder Duo' to look like they had survived a war. Barely.

Neither wore a shirt anymore. One was completely shredded and discarded as scraps while the other had been burned away. There were rips in both their shorts and luckily each were still intact enough to provide well needed coverage for their teenage modesty. The crowning glory of the damage was apparent in their hair. Both blonde spikes and emerald curls' current state suggested the boys may have been through a hurricane.

Each was panting and tired, but both were unwilling to accept defeat and doing everything they could to pin the other down. What had started as an exercise to demonstrate their training gains was now a battle of wills between equals. As both youths began building for another nearly full force attack, their mentor decided it was time to call it a night unless he had a desire to explain his pupils' broken limbs to the school nurse.

Before either could initiate the next move the Hero form of All Might appeared between them, halting each in his tracks. "Young Midoriya, Young Bakugo. You both have advanced so much from the last time you fought! I am truly impressed. I am happy to see how well you read one another and build on each other's movements. You have truly grown as Heros. I am very proud of you both. However, as your teacher I would be remiss if I allowed this to continue. You should both go see Recovery Girl Monday to have your minor injuries tended if they have not healed by then but for tonight you need rest. You should be very pleased with yourselves."

"Thank you All Might! Is there anything you think we DO need to work on?" The greenette wanted to have more specific feedback to add to one of his countless notebooks. Because of course he did.

The following half hour was spent going over the retired Pro's observations after he released his muscle form. Katsuki needed to alternate his attacks between his left and right more to be less readable. Izuku often gave himself away by switching his leading leg mid air before an attack. Both teens would benefit by better controlling the output of their strikes to make them more focused, though the ruby-eyed teen was a bit better at it. When the trio agreed there was no more to learn from the session, they called it a night. The Symbol of Peace bid his students good night and left them to continue their banter.

"So I guess neither of us wins this time Kacchan. Rematch next week?" The smaller youth rubbed the back of his neck and smiled at his friend. All signs of the intimidating Hero from earlier were gone now and replaced with the stuttering mumbling mess known as the class Broccoli Lord.

"Fuck that shit. No way we're leaving it like this Nerd. I've been waiting all week to kick your freckled ass. We stay here till one of us loses, even if it takes all night." A bold declaration. Very on brand.

The playful and almost flirtatious atmosphere from before the fight made an instant return as a mischievous sparkle of sorts lit large round eyes at the challenge. "And how would you know if I have freckles on my ass, hmmmm? Have you been checking me out in the shower room Kacchan?"

A soft flush crawled up his cheeks as the attempted taunt was turned against its creator. "You little-"

"Or are you just that determined to have me under you?"

"Yes." Both froze almost instantly as the implications of their words sunk in. Eyes locked and both blushed but neither backed away as they unknowingly shared a common thought. I'm going to win.

After a few breaths, both took a step forward gripping the other by the shoulders. In an unspoken understanding of sorts they began trying to pin one another against a tree. It became almost like a dance as they remained locked together, each trying with all they had to immobilize the other. Faces came dangerously close several times as they nearly toppled to the ground at least twice.