Vs Stain!

Yo, been awhile eh? This is the only chapter from me, I've been reading Sonic all day.

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Bakugo stood firm, every nerve ready as he squared off with Stain, who seemed unnervingly calm. Stain sent a barrage of knives in a flash, their metal gleaming in the dim light. "Tch, annoying," Bakugo muttered, but with a swift step, he narrowly dodged and lunged to grab Randy, creating a thick smoke screen with an explosion to cover their retreat.

From within the smoke, Stain's voice sounded, eerie and deliberate. "Good... You are worthy." Bakugo, feeling the sting from a graze on his arm, noticed Stain's knife had drawn blood. His instincts told him he could've avoided it, but he had to act fast to get the reporter out. "Yeah, and what the hell does that mean?" he demanded, his gaze scanning the alleyway, backing towards the furthest wall.

[Explanation: ?1 ]

Stain slowly emerged, gripping a bloodied knife. "You didn't think twice before acting to save him instead of yourself," he replied as if assessing something deeper in Bakugo's actions. "Great job."

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, unamused. "Thanks, but... NOW!" He shoved Randy aside, blasting forward in a daring move. But just as he got within range, his body suddenly stiffened, muscles refusing to respond. "What the—"

"Good plan, kid." Stain's voice was laced with something close to approval as he pulled his knives out, and began scaling the alley wall, moving swiftly and practicing agility. "I expect to see you as a hero, someday." Bakugo struggled, a surge of frustration filling him as he fought against the numbing sensation.

"Damn it! Get back here!" Bakugo's shout echoed through the alley just as a thin sheet of ice overtook the wall Stain was scaling, causing him to slip. Todoroki, watching from the edge of a nearby roof, gave a quick nod of satisfaction. "Seems like Bakugo's immobilized," he noted coolly. "That was a bad sign." He took off, leaping down towards the Hero Killer, his expression as focused as ever.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU, ICYHOT!" Bakugo roared, though it came off less as an insult and more as a frustrated vent as he struggled against Stain's paralyzing quirk. But Todoroki barely glanced his way, keeping his focus on their target.

Above them, Endeavor's large form descended into the alley, heat radiating off him in waves. "Tenshin, evacuate the civilian," he ordered in his usual gruff tone, barely breaking stride as he eyed Stain.

Kuro moved into action, swooping down to scoop up Randy in one smooth motion. "So... you thought it'd be a good idea to hunt down villains in the shadiest part of town, huh?" Kuro asked, flying swiftly toward the nearest hospital.

Randy clutched his bleeding side, grimacing. "Look, I get it was a mistake now, alright?" he grumbled, feeling slightly chastened by Kuro's questioning.

Back in the chase, Stain deftly navigated the alleyways, slipping between buildings as Todoroki and Endeavor pursued, the Hero Killer showing no sign of slowing. "He's heading for a crowded area," Todoroki noted. He mentally mapped the area, recalling a rough layout from a map he'd studied earlier. "He's hoping to lose us in the maze of side streets."

Endeavor barely paused to acknowledge the insight, his eyes narrowed in on Stain's silhouette. "Then we cut him off before he gets the chance," he growled, launching another fiery blast toward Stain, who dodged the flames with practiced agility, leaping off a ledge onto a building above.

Todoroki watched Stain jump down into a bustling street, his grip tightening as his frustration grew. Gritting his teeth, he glanced at his right hand, feeling the weight of a decision he had hoped not to make. "Damn you…" He closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. Then, with a quick, reluctant motion, he ignited his right side, flames flickering to life with a heat that rivaled his father's intensity.

Endeavor, catching sight of his son's actions, allowed a brief, prideful smirk. "About time," he muttered.

Silent and serious, Todoroki forced himself to fly, mimicking his father's style, though his flight was unsteady. He didn't need to say anything; the flames spoke enough, their heat closing the distance between himself and Stain. And though Endeavor shot a satisfied glance his way, Todoroki barely registered it, too focused on keeping his movements precise.

Stain darted through the crowd, who scattered at the sight of Todoroki's flames and Endeavor's imposing form. They drew stares, some of awe and others of terror, as they advanced, finally gaining ground on their target.

...

As Todoroki forced himself to use his right side to pursue Stain, the tension thickened. Even though he despised relying on his flames, he knew he couldn't let that resentment interfere here. High above, Endeavor tracked Stain's swift movements, his hawk-like gaze focused, ready to intercept. Stain continued scaling and leaping off rooftops, navigating the congested industrial district effortlessly.

"Close in, Shoto," Endeavor commanded over their comms, his voice stern. "He's cornered if we push him through this grid."

Todoroki didn't respond, merely increased his pace, the flames flaring out behind him, leaving singed marks on the cement walls. Bakugo, meanwhile, still immobilized by Stain's quirk, struggled against the numbing sensation in his limbs. His fingers tingled slightly as sensation began to return, and he gritted his teeth. He was determined to get back in the action.

"Damn it, I'll end him," Bakugo muttered, straining against the lingering effects. "He thinks he can just paralyze me and leave? Watch what happens when I get my hands on him."

Meanwhile, Kuro soared through the crowded streets, holding the injured reporter Randy securely. They were nearing a hospital on the outskirts of the industrial area, but Randy's wound was worsening, his breathing coming in shallow gasps.

"Hold on," Kuro urged, trying to keep his own adrenaline in check. "Almost there, just a few more blocks."

Through the dusty hospital windows, a medical team saw Kuro approaching, and they rushed outside with a stretcher. Kuro landed lightly, passing Randy over to them.

"Make sure he gets a full recovery," Kuro instructed, feeling a surge of satisfaction as the medical team whisked Randy away. Yet, his thoughts quickly returned to his classmates. His duty wasn't done yet.

He activated his comm, alerting Todoroki and Endeavor, "Civilian secured and in good hands. Heading back."

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"Hmm, this isn't ideal..." Stain thought, as he noticed, he had reached his destination, near a highway. Arming himself with Dio's stack of knives, he hurled them at a nearby tanker, piercing it, he would have been fine with anything but that tanker was a stroke of luck. "Oh, heroes! C'mon, NO.2 and NO.2 Jr?!" Stain taunted as he continued running.

As Todoroki watched Endeavor turn his back to chase down Stain, he felt the pulse of urgency climb higher in his chest.

A quick glance at the tanker spilling oil across the lanes of fast-moving traffic brought him back to the crisis at hand: families trapped in cars, drivers skidding to a panicked halt, a tanker about to be ignited. He could feel the immediate and raw terror building in the air, a sense that demanded action.

The oil was spreading quickly, shining slick across the lanes, and there was already a screech of rubber on the road as the nearest vehicles slammed their brakes. He'd need to act fast.

But as he moved closer, a car careened toward the slick patch, its driver helplessly gripping the wheel. Todoroki planted his hands on the asphalt and poured ice across the surface, extending it like a sheet of armor over the oil trail. He froze his way along the surface as the car slid forward, losing speed as it hit the ice. The car came to a halt inches from the tanker, now cocooned in a frosty barrier. Sighing in relief, Todoroki released his hold, but the danger wasn't over.

Just then, his eyes caught the object rolling closer—the incendiary grenade.

"Think, Shoto," he muttered to himself, eyes focused and intense. His gaze flicked back to the explosive, and he forced his right side to react, flames gathering along his fingertips as he calculated his next move.

A sudden idea crossed his mind. He created a small, contained flame just above the grenade, hoping to burn off the fuel slowly before it reached the tanker. His pulse drummed as he focused on holding the flames in place, suspending the fire just enough to keep it contained. When the grenade finally released its flame, it fizzled and burned out in the air just inches away from the icy tanker.

"Good, Shoto," Endeavor's gruff voice said from beside him. "Your instincts are improving."

Todoroki stiffened but didn't glance back, keeping his focus on scanning the rest of the scene. Even so, he knew Endeavor's gaze was on him, observing, assessing as always. He suppressed his irritation, filing it away for another day. Lives had been saved, and that was what mattered.

Stain, now just a silhouette in the distance, hadn't stopped running. But the look he'd given Todoroki lingered in his mind—a silent, mocking question: would he chase or save? The question wasn't simple, and it left him uneasy.

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Meanwhile, Bakugo had finally regained movement in his limbs and was glaring at the path Stain had taken with intense frustration.

"Damn it! He just gets to run off?" Bakugo spat, fists sparking involuntarily as he fumed. He glanced around, realizing that Kuro had evacuated the reporter and Endeavor had left to back up Shoto. This was just another reminder of how things felt stacked against him. In a flash of irritation, he punched the wall, the force blasting a small chunk out of the concrete.

"You know, that's not gonna help you beat him next time," a familiar voice called.

Bakugo turned, seeing Kuro descending, calm and unreadable as usual. Bakugo sneered but didn't respond, letting the last of his irritation flare silently.

Kuro looked over Bakugo for a second. "He's skilled," he remarked, almost thoughtfully. "But he's not impossible to beat. I'd say today was just him testing us."

"You think I need advice?" Bakugo snapped. "Next time, I'm blowing him to pieces."

Kuro only shrugged, his calm seeming almost to bait Bakugo further, though it was hard to tell with him. "I'm not worried," he replied with a smirk. "I'll leave you some of him to fight next time." Bakugo stretched his arms, "If I leave anything left, that is, dwarf." Bakugo wasn't one to be sidelined and letting a criminal escape!? That's making his wins streak an odd number. That cannot be tolerated.

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[Auther: Yo. I put a little JJBA reference here, it's small and not at the beginning and if you guys fail...like the Beserk reference I put...I swear, I'm not gonna post for a week.

Below is Bakugo's win streak. 

0 Losses /Infinite Wins ]