You kept yourself at a distance for the beginning of the fight, using things around to to your advantage such as blocks of rubble and street signs. This guy was at least twice your height, and his frame was quadruple that of yours. However, eventually, it had begun to be too difficult to keep a distance as the villain was getting too close to fleeing citizens and no heroes had arrived yet.
"Alright, big guy," you muttered, tilting you head to the side and observing the man's frame, "let's see how well you're standing after a few kicks."
This guy didn't seem to have many weak spots with his body completely buffed out, but you noticed how he kept a consistent straight posture. It was clearly slouching wasn't an option on for him. If he leaned even a little too much one the wrong direction, he'd lose his balance as his stature didn't completely match in proportion to the width of his body.
Your eyes eventually settled upon a nearby telephone phone, and you glanced at the man, who was recovering from being hit in the face with a cinder block, before running toward the pole, using your strings to give yourself an extra boost as you swung yourself around it, adding to your already above average speed, and flung yourself at the villains back. Your feet connected with the man's back harshly, leaving faint imprints from your dirtied boots on his skin as he stumble forward in a hunched position.
Before he could recovery completely, you dropped down into his back and jumped, further digging the soles of your boots into his body and slamming him stomach first into the ground.
"I've had enough of this, kid!" the villain shouted, pushing himself up at a quick pace, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground.
You didn't have time to get to your feet as the man lunged and wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers digging into your skin and surely leaving bruises as he lifted you off the ground.
You slowly began to zone out from a quick decrease in oxygen as the villain proceeded to choke you. Your ears tuned in on the shouts and cries from bystanders.
"Someone help her!"
"She's just a kid, you filthy villain!"
"Mighty Mouse!"
At the sound of a the nickname, you forced yourself to look around despite the situation you were in, and you spotted a familiar angry blond pushing himself through the crowd of civilians watching the scene.
"Where are the heroes?"
"Someone do something!"
"Get out of my damn way!"
You heard Bakugo's loud and demanding voice from somewhere in the crowd, and you coughed as you clawed at the villains hand around your throat.
This wasn't going to be how you went down, especially with Bakugo there. This wasn't how this was going to end. You weren't going to let yourself die at the hands of a wannabe villain. It wasn't going to happen.
Grunting, you thrusted your legs up and wrapped them around the villains neck, squeezing your thighs around his head and eventually distracting him enough for him to release you. You inhaled deeply before dropping back, tightening your legs around the villain, and pressing your hands against the debris covered ground. You let out a huff of frustration as you channeled your strength to your legs and flipped the villain over your body, slamming him back first onto the ground.
You then looked around, searching for something to use to your advantage as your natural strength wasn't enough. You eventually spotted a partially destroyed car, and, once you were sure no civilians were inside, you shot out your strings and wrapped them around the machinery. You planted your feet and bent your knees, flexing your biceps as you began to pull the vehicle toward you. You glanced between the car and the villain, who was now beginning to stand, and you forced yourself to exert your strength as you used your strings as a makeshift slingshot and flung the car at the man, forcing him back to the ground.
You stumbled back as soon as your arms were free, and you allowed yourself to collapse to the ground. You watched with slightly blurred vision the as villain attempted to lift the vehicle off his body, but the hit knocked just enough wind out of him to keep him down as numerous heroes finally reached the scene, one of them being Best Jeanist.
"Bakugo!" Jeanist yelled, eyeing the blond from wherever he was in in the mob behind you. "Take her to the hospital."
The heroes focused their attention on the villain, who and finally shoved the crushed car off his body and was beginning to stand.
"Stop telling me what to do!" Bakugo shouted in response, yet he still appeared hovering over you shortly after Jeanist's order and kneeled down.
"You're a fucking idiot," Bakugo claimed, his eyes raking over your battered and dirtied body.
"So I've been told," you panted. "Don't lecture me. That's Jeanist's job. Just help me up."
Bakugo huffed in frustration, yet he still grabbed your forearms with a surprisingly gentle grasp and pulled you to your feet before escorting you away from the scene and threw the observing mob of civilians.
"Wait," you suddenly said, remembering a moment before the fight had begun. "Come with me."
"We're supposed to be going to the hospital," Bakugo replied in an annoyed tone, yet he allowed to to pull him along in the opposite direction of where you were supposed to be going.
The two of you eventually arrived at a crosswalk, the same crosswalk you had been at when the villain appeared, and you grinned when you saw that your food was still intact.
"Okay," you said, scoop up the bag along with you drink, which was now fairly warm, but you didn't care, "now we can go."
"Pathetic," Bakugou grumbled under his breath, but you didn't take the comment to heart as the two of you headed toward the hospital.
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You fiddled with the IV piercing your skin as you stared at the door of your room. It had been a few hours since the fight. The sun would rise in a few more, and Jeanist hadn't visited you yet. You were sort of glad. You knew he'd lecture you when he did appear, but Bakugo hadn't checked on you either. You didn't expect him to, but you weren't even sure if he was still at the hospital. He could've gone home and chose not to worry about you.
You watched the door until it opened, and, at that moment, you tore your eyes away and looked down at your lap, waiting a few seconds to look up.
You weren't shocked to see Best Jeanist, but you were surprised to see the Chief of Police standing behind him as the two entered the room, Jeanist shutting the door behind them.
"I'm glad to see you're well," Jeanist said before looking at the Chief.
"Yes, we're glad you're okay," the Chief spoke. "I am Kenji Tsuragamae, Chief of Police. Anyway, woof, I am here to discuss the villain attack you were involved in."
"Am I getting arrested?" you rushed out. "Because, let me tell you, I would not survive in jail."
"No, woof, you're not being arrested," Tsuragamae replied, "but, unfortunately, reporters were live on the scene and recorded most of your fight. Fortunately, since your quirk is invisible to eyes other than your own, we were able to play off the footage as simple hand-to-hand combat."
"So I get credit, and I'm not getting arrested?" you asked slowly.
"Yes, if that's how you want to view it, woof," the Chief replied, and you couldn't help but grin.
"Awesome," you commented.
"Not awesome," Best Jeanist argued, crossing his arms, and your smile faded away as you realized you were about to be lectured.
"You disobeyed a simple order," Jeanist continued. "You're my priority. I'm responsible for you. You're very lucky you didn't get seriously injured or your parents and Eraserhead would have my head." You looked away.
The most major injury you sustained was mild bruising on your throat. The rest of your wounds consisted of minor scratches and achy muscles.
"Despite the fact that you are a terrible listener, and since your injuries are minor, you may finish your internship at my agency," Jeanist explained, and you grinned, "but you will be escorted if you're ever to go out alone."
"I don't need a babysitter," you replied in a defensive tone.
"I'm well aware," Jeanist stated, "but that villain you pummeled had friends, and you've made enemies." You pursed your lips, staying silent.
"You'll be allowed to leave in the morning," Jeanist continued. "I'll be here to get you."
"Wouldn't expect anyone else," you muttered, watching out of the corner of your eye as Best Jeanist and Tsuragamae walked out, leaving you alone.
You haven't even been in the hero course for a week, and you've already made enemies.
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