"Moshi, moshi. It's your favourite."
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Kirishima steadied his breathing, the sound of twisting metal echoing through the wide chamber. Sweat and dust rolled down his cheek, mixing with blood that wasn't his. He wasn't hurt—not really—but the pressure was starting to get to him.
He was facing a villain who couldn't be cracked, not because of defence, but because of range. Wolfram controlled the battlefield itself, shaping metal like water, while Kirishima had to push through brute strength alone. And if this dragged on, his stamina would be the first to break.
"Okay… think, Eijiro," he muttered to himself, flexing his hands until they creaked. "Strong guy, wide area, two hostages… can't just charge in like a caveman. Gotta end this fast."
Wolfram, noticing the boy's pause, smirked and rolled his shoulders.
"You really thinking right now, rock boy? Cute. Didn't peg you for the strategic type."
Kirishima didn't answer. He charged.
The ground cracked beneath his every step. His boots tore through the floor, sending vibrations through the building as he bulldozed straight toward Wolfram like an unstoppable train.
Wolfram clicked his tongue and threw up a dozen metal slabs between them.
SHRRK–! CLANG–!
Kirishima plowed through each one, shards flying, metal shrieking as it bent and shattered. He wasn't slowing down.
"You really are a tank," Wolfram muttered, taking a step back. "A wall of muscle, density, and zero finesse. Must weigh 3 tons. But you can't move fast forever…"
He snapped his fingers. Steel wires exploded from the floor like whips, slashing through the air in a storm of cutting edges. Kirishima ducked, turned, and slammed his shoulder through the barrage, sparks flying as the wires snapped against his hardened skin.
Wolfram grinned sharply.
"That's your weakness, right? No range, no mobility. You win if I make a mistake—otherwise, this fight's already over."
Kirishima planted his feet, dust and sparks swirling around him.
"Then I'll make sure you make one!"
"Oh, come on," Wolfram mocked, raising a dozen sharp spikes from the ground. "You sound like every other cookie-cutter UA brat. 'I'll save everyone! I'll never give up!' You kids ever think for yourselves, or just quote All Might like it's scripture?"
Kirishima's expression didn't change. If anything, his resolve sharpened.
"Yeah, maybe we do sound alike," he said, tightening his fists. "That's because all of us are aiming for the same thing. Heroes who shine bright enough to make people feel safe. If that makes me cookie-cutter—"
He lunged forward and grabbed onto a metal pillar Wolfram had raised for defence. The villain's eyes widened as the boy used it as a ladder, climbing it hand over hand despite the edges cutting his palms.
"—then so be it!"
Kirishima vaulted over the top and slammed down like a meteor, his landing denting the floor and shaking the walls.
Wolfram instantly reacted, raising another structure around him—a steel cocoon of rotating panels that sealed Kirishima in. The walls groaned, folding in on the hero like a crushing vice.
For a second, it looked like the end.
Then came the sound of cracking air pressure.
A faint red glow pulsed from the seams of the trap—then burst outward in a shockwave of raw force, tearing the metal apart and scattering it across the room like shrapnel.
Wolfram flinched and darted backward, feeling the heat lick across his coat.
Kirishima stood at the center of the crater, smoke rising from his arms. His hair had been blown back, and his usual grin returned despite his laboured breathing.
"Aww, man… I was hoping you'd get hit by that," he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "Guess I'm not great at the whole 'surprise attack' thing."
Wolfram chuckled, rubbing his wrist where the blast had grazed him.
"You? Pulling off a sneak attack? That's rich.""Still, gotta say—using a pressure burst after all that righteous talk? A bit unfair for an honourable hero, don't you think?"
Kirishima smirked.
"Fairness doesn't matter when people are in danger."
But Wolfram wasn't listening. His analytical mind was racing.That burst wasn't an explosion—it was air pressure released from within the boy's body. No damage to himself, no burns, no quirk residue.
"Non-Newtonian reaction? Stored kinetic force released outward?" he muttered under his breath. "What kind of monster are these kids breeding in that school?"
Wolfram's eyes narrowed, his fingers twitching as more metal rose around him.
"How annoying...seems you really wanna stop my paycheck, huh?"
He grinned, cold and wild.
"Good. Let's see how far you can go before you crumble."
Kirishima took one heavy step forward, the ground beneath him fracturing.
"I won't break. I swear I won't!"
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[Auther: Hi. I'mma go sleep.]