Having Fun

                                    

                                          
Rewrite 17/12/2

Is there anything more peaceful than taking in the quiet beauty of a setting sun? The vibrant hues of red and orange streaking across the sky, the world exhaling softly as the day gives way to night—it's a moment many cherish. For some, it's a symbol of renewal, a pause in life's relentless march to breathe, reset, and find harmony.
At least, that's what Rumi had read in some flowery internet post.
For her, sunsets weren't about peace or romantic symbolism. They were a mark of transition—the end of a busy day and the beginning of another battle. When the sun dipped below the horizon, the worst of humanity always crawled out. She didn't have the luxury of watching the sky and daydreaming about harmony. Sunset meant chaos. It meant destruction. And she'd accepted that long ago.
It had helped her climb to the top.
Rumi was the quintessential tomboy, a woman whose reputation preceded her. Most assumed she'd never take interest in anyone weaker than her, anyone who couldn't keep up. And they were right. She was picky, with every right to be. If someone wanted her attention, they had to earn it.

She stood on the rooftop now, gazing down at the waking city below. Neon lights flickered to life, casting vivid reflections on glassy skyscrapers. The hum of traffic began to swell, and each lamppost added a soft glow to the streets. She waited patiently, though anticipation tingled at her fingertips.
Tonight's "date" would be a mix of sparring and late-night swimming—one of which she always looked forward to and the other she had agreed to after lots of consideration.  A soft thud behind her signaled his arrival.
"Took your time, didn't you?" Rumi said, not turning around, her voice laced with challenge.
"I would've been here sooner if you'd just told me where to come" Izuku grumbled as he walked up to her.
Rumi smirked, finally glancing back at him. "Where's the fun in that? If you want to find me, you've gotta try. Think of it as training."
Izuku sighed, stretching his arms. "Training for what? I don't plan on hunting 'wabbits' any time soon."
She turned fully at that, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Oh, I'll show you wabbit!"
With no further warning, she launched herself at him. Izuku stumbled back, their struggle bringing them dangerously close to the edge of the rooftop. Rumi straddled him now, gripping his shirt while his head dangled over the ledge.
"How about we take this somewhere more secluded?" He managed to say, a wry smile breaking across his face.
Before she could respond, his legs shot up, locking around her neck in a well-placed choke. With his ankles hooked behind her shoulders, she had no leverage to pry herself free.
Rumi gasped, the unexpected maneuver stealing the air from her lungs. She tapped on his stomach, signaling her surrender, and he quickly released her. She collapsed onto the rooftop with a heavy thud, laughing even as she caught her breath.
"Who the hell taught you that?" She shouted, exhilarated rather than angry.
Izuku grinned as he stood, offering her a hand to pull her up. "I've got a lot of free time, a lot of practice partners, and I've been working on my ground game."
"Ground game, huh?" Rumi laughed awkwardly, shaking out her limbs. Her excitement was palpable, and the stars in her eyes told him this "win" only fueled her further. "I've gotta say, you knocked the wind outta me, and I love it."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. "So... what's the plan for tonight?"
Rumi shot him a devilish grin, grabbing his hand without another word. "Follow me. You'll see."