Osteomancy (MHA x oc)

CH 2. Suspicion

Izuku didn't quite trust Nise.

Don't get him wrong, he was trying his absolute best to have an open mind about the whole situation, but some small part of him continued to whisper that Nise looked just a little bit too much like the figure that the green student had noticed in the news report.

And that is why he now found himself stalking poor Nise, making sure that the transfer student held no ill intentions. It just hadn't occured to the teen that his stalking, which he only thought of as ensuring the safety of his fellow students, could instead be translated in a less noble light. More specifically, Nise had begun to suspect that Izuku harbored ill intentions towards him; that he was plotting some form of sabotage.

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These events continued for a whole month, at which point Inaba had begun to always surround himself with others so as not to be left alone with his verdant classmate. The Bakusquad™ had adopted him as their resident introvert, Mina in particular taking a liking to him, and he made a point to have at least one of them within his line of sight.

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More fires had appeared throughout the time Nise had been at the school, the total number now in the double digits. Each one having similar circumstances to the first; each was a warehouse fire, destroying property and goods, but few or no casualties. What Izuku noticed, however, were two specific details. The first of these details being that the pale figure would reappear, staring at the camera, blinking to a strange rhythm, and the second being that for every one, Nise was absent or unaccounted for during the estimated begining of the blazes.

And thus it was that Izuku began to seriously suspect that Nise was indeed the culprit.

Before, when he first joined the class, Izuku was wary of him for the fact that he looked eerily similar the the figure in the news report. Now, however, the hemokinetic teen seemed to almost assuredly be the face behind these fires.

Even with that, however, Izuku tried his best to maintain his friendship with the boy. He wouldn't let his own understanding of the situation ruin another's chances of fulfilling their dream, until there was no other conclusion that could be drawn.

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Dabi's skin had an annoying habit of melting off of his bones. It wasn't even his own fault, either. His trashbag are of father had forced his quirk to awaken, the flames becoming too hot much to fast, overloading the boy's resistance to his own power. And even now, when he no longer felt the heat of his own blaze, too numbed to be in pain, his skin failed to withstand the power of cremation.

Hence why he was in a dark ally, following the directions given him by Giran. The arsonist liked his flesh to remain attached, however many staples it took, thank you very much. And, being a villain, he couldn't just waltz into any old hospital and get fixed right up. Noooo, they just HAD to call the heroes. So he was in desperate need of a... less legal alternative.

That's where this bitch came in. Giran had told him that the guy was a bit crazy, but that he did wonders with a needle. Wouldn't cost a cent either, so he claimed.

Turning the last corner, he found himself before the stereotypical metal door, a single sliding peephole set at about eye level.

He slammed his fist into the door.

Dabi wasn't one for knocking, at doors or up.

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Hey hey hey!! Chapter two done!

Sorry for the wait, got a bit distracted. I have another idea for an MHA fic that's more on the hero side of things, but I'm still working out the kinks before I start writing it.

Hope you enjoyed!

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