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Izumi jolts a little when an explosion goes off near her skirt.
“I’m going to break your arm.” Izumi states matter of factly to Bakugo.
“Eh? No you-“ She doesn’t warn him after that. She grabs his arm, locks it against her shoulder, and yanks down, breaking it.
“Evidently yes, I will.” Izumi says as the boy screams in pain.
Through the pain, however, he reaches a hand up, trying to release another explosion at her. There’s a reason she wears strong boots.
She stomps on the hand hanging uselessly at his side, breaking it with a semi-satisfying crunch.
He’s tearing up now. “What, gonna cry? Good.” Izumi leans down and grabs him by the hair, lifting his head to look her in the eye, the terror in his eyes feeds a very dark part of herself, satiating it enough that it cools off and she feels less like hurting him. “I’m done taking yours or anyone else’s shit, Bakugo. Next time, it’ll be your nose. Or maybe your dick, considering you seem to want to yank it to the sight of my panties, you fucking creep.”
That done, Izumi leaves the school. Firmly deciding to wash her hands of everything. She calls up Toshinori. “I might need a good lawyer, or a new school soon. Preferrably online.”
“What happened?” Toshinori asks, not a hint of judgement in his voice.
“Perv flipped my skirt. I broke his arm and stomped on his hand hard enough to make it crunch. Threatened to do the same thing I did to his hand to his dick. He’s the ‘star pupil’ of the place, been getting away with far more heinous shit than that, so I’m probably expelled. Fine by me. Don’t want those bastards being tied to me in the future anyway.”
There’s a bit of an audible wince when she mentions potential weiner-stomping, but still the man sounds pissed about what happened. “Got it. I know a good online program, and I’ll… make sure this doesn’t make it to court.”
Wouldja look at that, she’s not the only one with darker thoughts than you’d expect out of someone with ideals like theirs.