𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 | BNHA X Male OC

Chapter 4

CH. 4 : Signs of manipulation

"Oi, Hiroto! wait!!"

Shinso Hitoshi frantically packed his bag, trying to catch up with the bluenette who immediately dashed off just after the last bell rang. Poor guy was panting as he raced after him, 'Damn— why is he so fast?!'

Meanwhile, Hiroto kept blaming his past self for asking that 'cursed' question. 

'Ah.. so troublesome, I shouldn't have said anything.' He complained in his heart, fastening his pace to avoid the determined teen.

Earlier, Hiroto had been curious enough to ask Shinso, about wether or not he can utilize his quirk to make people forget certain memories. The shorter boy was shocked at first, but still answered with a nod and then his expression become extremely concerned.

Before he could even inquire about his intentions, lunch break had ended and Shinso wasn't able to interrogate him. Though that doesn't deter his new friend from squeezing a reluctant promise out of him to explain later, while also throwing meaningful glances during classes.

Hiroto himself does have multiple of reasons that he could give to Shinso. He was just escaping to mess with him and also for...

Well, speak of the devil.

"Don't run away! You still owe me an explanation!" Shinso's voice echoed through the hallway. Many students moved out of the way as they zoom past, gaining several outcries in the process.

Skillfully turning at the next corner, Hiroto had to stop on his track. He blinked in puzzlement –not even winded from the exercise– and stared at the growing crowd gathered in front of Class 1-A. Shinso soon joined him, hands on his knees as he tried to ease off his rasping breath.

The undercover police patted the male beside him, "What's going on over there?"

"Changing.. the subject now, huh?... I won't let you off this time, cough—"

Deadpanning, Hiroto grabbed his chin and tilted it upwards, "Look."

"—?! What are you.."

When he glanced ahead, the door was finally opened. A petite female behind it instantly panicked as she saw the students blocking their exit. "Wh– What's going on?!"

Seeing the commotion, Shinso automatically grabbed Hiroto's wrist and dragged him closer towards the ruckus, never releasing it. Said victim of the manhandling was a bit surprised that his grip was actually quite strong, he'd have to use force if he wants to get out of it.

They could hear one of the male student politely asking, "What business do you have with Class A?"

"We can't get out! What'd you come here for, anyway?!"

Then a slightly familiar voice sounded out, cutting through the murmurs of people around them.

"Scouting out the enemy, small fry."

"--We're the ones who made it out of the villains attack. They probably wanna check us out before the Sports Festival."

Brown eyes glinted in interest, 'Bakugou Katsuki.. he looked just like in those photos from the background checks last night..'

He can feel Shinso's grip on him tightened to the point of bruising, but Hiroto kept silent.

The messy haired blonde glared fiercely, "There's no point in doing stuff like that. Out of my way, extras!"

"Stop calling people 'extras' just because you don't know them!" his friend chided, though Bakugou was acting like he didn't even hear him.

Apparently Shinso can't take it anymore. He barged right into the crowds, bringing him along while commenting, "I came to see what the famous Class A was like,"