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Each year the only son of the small kingdom on west, princess Eijirou Kirishima would seek a husband among her subjects and anyone who dares.
It basically become an annual tradition at this point. A celebration for all. Time to feast and enjoy the spectacle as in the early morning the gates of kingdom opened.
The princess leaving the palace walls, already in beautiful gown, ceremonial bracelet on the wrist and ready to give her hand to first worthy. And there was by only one request he would ask from her future partner and to be king - to display manliness greater than hers! Surely it isn't much! And man doesn't discriminate either! Anyone of age could take on a challenge! Princess would joyfully cause riot in the middle city bothering with her request all virile to stand up and prove what are they made of! Yet year by year there was less and less yare to join. Even after she bend the rules and accept the candidates much older, much more experienced and of races beyond humans.
Thinking to herself: "Is there truly no one worthy fighting me?!" - as she was easily trashing down yet another disappointing encounter. The crowd around cheering and having a blast while some buff hybrid hare woman try attacking from behind and got smacked into ground in one swoop. "Maybe it's the looks? I’m not the prettiest princess I guess… Yaoyorozu! She is a beauty! Strong and smart! But she didn't want to fight, becoming a nun and all " - she keep drifting into contemplate, not slightly bothered by the troll with axe charging at him, very unmanly to be honest, with a weapon into fist fight?! Kirishima hit him under the chin so hard man head dance on sides before he fall flat right next to the pile of the rest unconscious candidates.
Rising his hands in victory and screaming to hype the public:
- Come on! Come and get it! I didn't even break a sweat yet!
She encourage cheerfully.
- No one else up for a fight?!
- Up here, Red!
Mocking her hair color and already cracking his fingers a shorter man emerge from the mob.
His own mop on head shine in afternoon sun like a halo. He was challenging her with full confidence in his ruby eyes. Being evidently from far away, his foreigner features rat him out. As well as his outfit or more specific the lack of it. In long torn trousers, but without shirt, just in long cape hanging furry on his shoulders and colorful fang necklaces around the bare torso.
Exposing to the world his slim waist and tanned lines of muscles on yet still somehow pale skin.
Presenting promising, nothing like bulked other candidates, but visible raw strength doesn’t determine ones manliness in her majesty understanding of it.
- Hah! – she huffed in glee as he teased in raspy voice: - Ready to dance?
- You are on pretty boy! – she clank her fists together in gallant gesture.
Blond tear off his cape and waved at her with his finger inviting.
Kirishima accepted eagerly. Rushing head on with high blow first.
The outlander was only slightly faster, dodging the attack by jumping right. The blow went down on impact smashing the concrete. Confounded “The hell?!!” expression flashed on his face. He clearly wasn’t expecting this much of punch power from the other party. He wasn’t looking scared thu, in contrary. He was grinning like a crazy man. The adrenaline of danger pumped into his veins sharpening his senses.
When another fist fly his way he didn’t waver. Eyes wide open facing the deadly strike. He catch the hit in between his arms with intention to bend it, but Red’s arm was hardset. Leaving him with only option of redirecting the force and sidestep on distance again.
- What’s up? Gonna make me chase ya like a mouse?
She stand up proud showing off the shark line of her teeth in a grin.
“Fucking shit” cross blond’s mind “Even his mouth is a freaking threat!” It in a way excite him.
- As if you could catch me, kitten! – he barks back.
Oh, she start to enjoy that play more and more.
Within mutuality it seem as blond charged ahead. Both fist behind him to get a better swing when in reach. Kirishima decide to stop them with his own open hands. Confident to brake man wrists if clenching strong enough. Ready to push back on them incoming punches when suddenly blond retract them. He bounced off the ground and spin his body. Princess put up her guard on last second as his whole thigh and knee kick aiming at her head. A small yet most finest crown blow off into air and clickety-click roll down the street. Neither of them bother to notice.
Aside of bruises on face from impact and already passing lightning pain across the whole arm nerves it didn’t do other harm to her. Yet the gasps and hums of approval spread thru crowd as a single kick was able to swipe Kirishima’s sturdy body by over a metre. That last move sure stun and impressed the target of action as well.
Not that such thing never happen before. She would fight opponents who would had toss her across street before, in struggle to win her heart, but they were all more of the gorilla types. The ones who already tower over her in size and height, who use brute strength as a default tactic. The man in front of her now was nothing like it. Not that she couldn’t imagine herself be lifted by him, “Bride style preferably” she noted in her mind, especially considering his broader chest and big hands, but there was so much more to the outlander than just straight power. To pull that maneuver with his posture he had to estimate the angle and be precise with aim …or cheating. She find the second option unlikely. Even with that inhuman fire behind his eyes she couldn’t force herself to see him using unmanly tricks to fight. Maybe it was naive thinking, but his upfront attitude and honest demeanour in stand just strike her as of a man who couldn’t lie for a sake of saving his life. She mentally cross her fingers to be right as those were endearing traits in her dictionary.
At the same time challenging foreigner was checking out the man and making notes of his own. Some less battle related then others. Like that he never before come across someone who he would describe ravishing in appearance from the first encounter. Especially one of same sex as his.
They were glaring at each other circling on invisible borders of arena. Until they find themselves standing on the opponent spot. Both checking the distance and environment. The watchers around silent up in them moment of intensively or maybe it was just the two of fighters canceling the surroundings, too focused on winning goal ahead.
Outlander crack his knuckles while Kirishima tear the bottom of her crimson dress for better mobility. Revealing by occasion hidden under the folds of silky material high tied boots on small heels …and black straps attached around with them clamps much upper.
After quickly chasing away other adjectives popping in his head like “Sexy” or “Hot” that try to get into front of his mind - blond settle on thought of “Nice” upon the view.
He wasn’t one to give in to that type of distraction, intentional or not, but he wasn’t one to deny the attraction of this sight either.
They move at the same time. Building their momentum from step one. Kirishima with her firm shoots and blond with his agility. Red punches didn’t need to hit directly to be effective. Every scrape was pernicious and forcing the other man to adjust his position and change the assault plan. While blond blows reach the designated target more often they weren’t as detrimental. None inconvenient enough to put the princess in full defense. They were acting and reacting so fast that individual attacks become indistinguishable for common bystanders.
It was more as if they have been dancing around rather than clashing in close combat. They tapped out two-piece waltz and went thru several solid opuses of klanks, swooshes and clashes before neither gain noticeable vantage.
The fighters eyes were seeing clearly thu. Tailing and studying each other movements. Learning the rhythm of opponent motion to improve their own. Genuinely besmiling on either being on the upswing. Fierce to continue and win.
Action was heating up so much so that even the kingdom guards who previously stay in shadows make themselves more visible. Controlling the mob and worryingly glancing at progressing fight. They were not to interfere. Not that they ever need to before. But they were also very loyal and as most in land stand behind their righteous royals.
It looks like she finally had him cornered. Blocking the way out and forcing him on the wall of nearby building.
He retract to his kicks. Aiming for joints and weaker points. Mostly above the line of her hips. Putting a greater nisus on him than seem necessary. Repeating the hits with precision while trying to mineralize the impacts of incoming rain of slogs, flexing in progressively smaller space given.
Kirishima was sure she got him this time with her punch, but he manage to backward scramble up the wall on sticking out bricks. He lift himself up on that debris and her fist eat the rocks missing him by centimeters. She wasn’t going to let her attack go to waste thu, not now when blond was one leg out of steady ground. Withdrawing her arm she hammer the elbow at his face.
He had no time nor a way out.
There was moment of black out in his mind and vision. The buzzing in his ears only partially bleeped out the crack of his bones. Pain strike him from top to bottom and back.
Any normal being would faint and drop down, but he was build of heritage upon generations of strong willed warriors. When his brain become elusive – his infernal instincts kick in.
As soon as he step on pavement his body turn around on its own. His head hanging almost unconsciously. Driven by ferocity of his ancestors and his own stubbornness he blind zero at Red’s opening after the last strike. Twisting his punch to dig under her rib cage and hitting the liver. Making her bend in half and throw up.
That buy him maybe few seconds to come back to his senses. He spit the bucket of blood. Surprisingly without any fallen tooth. Making a quick examination of his face before forcing it up. Calculating the damaged. Broken nose and cheekbone dislocation, that’s “just” it from the most visible injury. Rest seem to be more internal, thu not less painful. The lower jaw give up a nasty sound when he put it into place. That will cost some higher fee of proper healing later, but he was honestly having way too much fun to think about it now. His heart full of pounding emotions watch as man has already gathered herself as well. Stand up on spread out legs for stability. Guard up and ready.
- Think it’s time we wrap it up here little challenger!
- Already? - he breath heavily - I didn’t get a good taste of you yet, kitten!
Shouting and taking the bait of banter despite all his vocal parts painfully begging him to stop.
- Wouldn’t want to break you more, man. - She touch her nose and point at his ruined one mocking sincerely – Might be bad for the family reputation of mine!
- Hah!
He need to spit not to choke on his own blood.
- Let me save you the inconvenience than!
He provoke and falteringly rush ahead.
As soon as he was within range Kirishima arms reach to cage him in crushing lock, but when they were already closing on him – blond duck down sliding himself under and in between her legs.
Hitting both spots behind her knees. She waver but didn’t fall. That’s when he tangle his hands together and with a swing strike at her occiput. Ultimately making her take a step ahead and loosing balance. She was going down, but he relaxed to soon. His head was spinning from too sudden movements and he didn’t realize when she grasp a hold on his necklaces and force him to drop as well.
Them smashing the ground with loud thud together. Hissing on violent meeting with dirt, but immediately turning at each other and colliding with all they had. Wrestling and trying to get the upper hand over the opponent . They roll over few times, snarling and snapping as if pure animalistic sounds could be weaponized. Both jostle like wild enraged beasts while trained ear could catch on the notes of exhilarated laughter in that tussle.
They were fighting without boundaries to madden the other out yet to their heart content enjoy it as much.
Kirishima clench her legs around the man and lean out to put him beneath, but outlander push back forcing his whole body on her right collarbone. Then, without a warning, her whole arm give in. It drop aside and she unwarily loosen her hold on man. He yank himself out and take a better position. Holding her left arm bend and sitting on her legs to decrease them movements.
- What…?
She couldn’t understand. Her whole upper right body wasn’t working, she couldn’t feel anything but pain radiating from it.
She squirm in frustration under him. He was having none of that. Laying on top he push his free hand along her breastbone and clench it around her throat.
She growl daring, but the hold on her neck only tighten.
He smirked. Looking smug as fuck and still pretty angelic despite the bloody crimson splatters across. …maybe it actually add a spunk to his appearance in other pair of red eyes. Same as that high self-esteem vibrating in his voice:
- You thought I just hit wherever?! – he gasped - You expose yourself from the start, kitten! Your right is your strongest blow.
Freezing realization of her mistake strike Kirishima at once.
“All his previous attacks targeted specific parts of my body! He cut the circulation and dislocate my arm step by step! During the ongoing head on combat!”
Her heart thump in admiration of blond’s skills. And continue on that flattering pounding note as he lean in, connecting their foreheads.
- Submit, kitten.
He hissed, but there was no spite in his voice. In fact it was rather soothing.
She has one more trick up her sleeve, but rn she very much suspected he has a similar one.
The magic was practically sizzling under his palms where he hold her. Yet if they go for it - it wouldn’t be a hand to hand combat anymore which was base of the deal.
- I won…
Whispering he declare and demand her surrender once again.
Her eyes gleamed involuntarily and she brighten up as his words and its consequences sink in cus there was no denying it.
- You won!
She admit the defeat.
The man grace her with an impressively ugly full smile of his ruined tired face. He let go and sit up. Taking a moment to breathe deeply before standing up.
- Good fight, Red.
He complimented and offer his hand in support for her. She take it in eagerly.
-The best!
She look at him charmed. Keeping a hold on his hand for a bit longer than etiquettely necessary.
- Kirishima Eijirou. – she introduce herself formally
- Monoma Neito
He return the self-introduction.
* 𝑺𝑰𝑲𝑬 ! * xD
- Bakugo Katsuki
His answer almost vanish in abrupt turmoil and chatter of cheers cries and out bursting around. The crowd seem to triple twice in size and double on top from beginning of their fight.
- The fuck?
Bakugo wrinkle his nose, regretting it instantly due to radiating pain of this expression. He look up at Kirishima, but all she has to say was playful: “Congratulation!” and she give her attention to public.
At first he thought maybe it was him who went mad. Just imagining the weirdness of situation. But that couldn’t be the case. His aching head wouldn’t be able to imagine shit rn …in fact it would very much prefer to just shut down all the thinking if possible. Not even processing what the screaming was about. So he decide to just ignore what wasn’t his problem. Hopefully getting away before it escalate more. Finding his abandoned in heat cape and putting it back on. Wiping the still leaking out of him blood in fluff of it.
Then he noticed - a golden gem bracelet on his wrist that definitely wasn’t there before. He turn at Kirishima:
- There was a prize? That thing?
She look at him as if she didn’t hear what he ask, searching for a sigh of joke, but he just pointed the jewellery questioningly.
- Wait… you - you didn’t know?!
She gasped.
- A piece of gold, huh? – he rattle it to check if it will stay on as he walk - Always something I suppose.
- No, no!
She rush after him to explain.
- It’s only the emblem!
He was listening, kinda, searching over the barrels where he previously hide his travelling bag with goods.
- It’s more of symbolic thing, but you can keep it if you like it! The deal was-oh…
She wanted to smash her fists together for the highlight of statement, but already forgot her limp arm was still unusable.
-Tsche – he snarl on that sad view.
Blame it on his mental state after sparring, but he find man both cute and hilarious at this moment. He grab her chin, forcing that suddenly embarrassed face to look at him. She blushed rosy.
- Lean in kitten~
He instructed and she obey instantly.
Supporting his knee on her back he hold her arm back and push in on its place. She hiss loudly and several guards appear out of nowhere. Checking the situation as there was expected no more harm be caused today. They put their spears down getting a grasp of what was going on. One of them intend to push Bakugo away to provide the first aid to Red, but blond already move on his own. He felt most uncomfortable in their shining armors presence. Looking around for way out, but they low key surround them. If he started panicking a little – he had his sensible reasons for it.
The leader of unit dispatch a report :
- My lord, the whole kingdom is celebrating with you. We are currently coordinating the crowd to ensure everyone safety.
He pass her the previously lost crown.
- Please, Princess, let us escort you two to place.
Bakugo wrinkle his nose again and it again hurt immensely to do so, but he wasn’t in state to even control those little ticks of his.
- …Princess? …Place?
His confusion and the spinning in his head peaked.
Kirishima smile endearingly with all her shark teeth.
- Yeah! The prize was my hand in marriage! I’m so happy you won Bakugo!
His jaw dropped. And not just because it need grand medical attention.