#it's 2am sunday where I am I'm making sure to meet the deadline ahdakfjakgjs

[nicosbrainrot]

As Ikuto reached up for the boy's wrist both their bodies shifted in the same direction, Ikuto moving forward & Jiro stepping back, & as he pulled his hand up towards his face Ikuto assumed he was going for another wod of slime in his palm, but to his surprise the slime dripped over his arm just before Ikuto's hand made contact.

The substance was thick & acted as a barrier between his hand & Jiro's skin, preventing him from using his quirk on him, but he still had a hold on his opponent & he wasn't about to let go. He quickly shifted his position, spreading out his weight & balancing himself in order to keep Jiro from knocking him down. His free hand shot up to his opponent's throat, thumb pressed against his vein as if checking for a pulse, & Jiro's hand quickly shot up as well, grabbing his arm. In this moment Jiro made an important realization about the nature of Ikuto's quirk, & as he felt his heartrate lower & his body begin to tire, he kneed him in the stomach.

Ikuto buckled at the sudden force, pulling his hand down from Jiro's neck but keeping a firm grip on his arm, as Jiro still had a hold on his. In the moment that he staggered he stepped in a small amount of slime. It was just a tiny bit on the corner of his shoe, & the rubber on the base of the sneakers didn't have much for the slime to stick to, but it still took a significant amount of force to pull his foot from the floor. In the moment that his balance was thrown off from having to rip his shoe out of the slime Jiro pushed forward, causing Ikuto to stumble backwards. He swiped his leg under the boy's feet, letting go of his wrist & sending him tumbling down. Ikuto's grip on Jiro's arm loosened as he felt his weight shift & turned to brace himself for impact with the floor, his entire forearm landing in a puddle of slime.

He quickly shot upright, trying desperately to rip his arm out of the sticky substance to no avail. His skin burned at the tension as he placed his knee on the ground for leverage & pulled even harder.

"Stop, you'll only hurt yourself." Jiro finally spoke, the constant stream of slime from his mouth coming to a stop. He didn't want to sound arrogant, but he knew how strong his slime was, & Ikuto wasn't going to be able to get out of it on his own.

Ikuto whipped his head around to look up at Jiro, his words, meant to show concern over his wellbeing, were recieved as condescending. Of course he must pity him, how pathetic. He looked back down at his arm, which was obviously not getting out of that slime, & hung his head in defeat. It was over, he was stuck.

Ikuto was declared unable to continue fighting, & Jiro was announced as the winner, moving on the round two. They had to bring out heavy duty soap to get Ikuto's arm unstuck from the floor, which only added to the humiliation of losing.

Jiro stood nearby as they helped unstick his arm, & when Ikuto was finally able to pull his now quite red & irritated arm out of the goop, Jiro extended a hand to help him up.

Ikuto looked up at him for a brief moment, unsure how to interpret the gesture, before taking his hand & allowing him to help him up.

"You fought well. Sorry I couldn't talk the whole time, my mouth was... kind of occupied." Jiro said after helping Ikuto onto his feet. "I really wasn't sure what you were gonna do, I think I won mostly from luck, honestly."

Ikuto was completely taken back by both his calm demeanor & his modesty. "I- Thank you, but... It wasn't luck." he said, giving an awkward chuckle. "You're a good fighter, and you beat me because you were better." He extended his hand for a friendly handshake. "I hope to catch up with you though." He meant that, although he was upset with himself for losing, it was an opportunity to see his weaknesses & use them as motivation to push himself harder.

Jiro accepted the handshake, a small smile on his face. "I'll look forward to seeing that."

As the two of them walked away from the arena, Ikuto picking at the slime still stuck to his arm, Jiro turned to speak to him. "I feel kind of bad honestly. You wanna go get lunch sometime? It'll be on me."

Ikuto was very surprised by the offer but happy to accept. "Uh, y-yeah, sure. What place did you have in mind?"

Jiro felt like he’s going to puke. This was exactly like the practical exams, but worse. This time everyone’s gonna be looking at you. Waiting in the sidelines has never been more nerve wracking.

The night before the tournament saw Jiro cramming as much chem formulas into his head as possible. He’s been told that he wasn’t allowed to bring any pre-bottled slime along with him either. So it really was down to him keeping up a constant flow right from the source itself (aka his mouth).

Alright, breath, Jiro. Through your nose, since your mouth is occupied right now.

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