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Bound Together: Chapter 3 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), violence, bullying, sexual harassment and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Current, ongoing.

Weeks passed since that day at the festival. It became more of a norm for (Y/N) and Hitoshi to sneak into each other’s apartments and sleep together. After the first night, they both realized how easy it was sleeping with one another. (Y/N) just further explained convinced how they should sleep together more by giving him a list of facts of why it’s healthy and how it improves sleep.

It was (Y/N)'s turn to sleep at Hitoshi’s place. They usually slept there more as his parents didn’t quite care what Hitoshi did with his life after finding out about his quirk. (Y/N) at first despised their negligence, knowing how bad it was for Hitoshi’s health after first-hand experience with it, but now she’s thankful for it as it not only allows her to sleep in Hitoshi’s room with little consequence, but it also made it so he sought out her comfort and affection once he realized just how nice it was to be held after having that need neglected for so long.

Hitoshi’s tried numerous times to convince himself that their relationship was normal. He’s seen girls with their best friends hold hands together down the street, even kiss! (Y/N) and Hitoshi hold hands often now, and they’ve only accidentally kissed once, so their relationship is pretty normal, right? Sure, they sleep together every night in the same bed, cuddling each other and refusing to let go of one another, but he bets other friends do that same thing too! Even if they don’t, this must just mean that their relationship is extremely special and beats all other relationships, right?

He’s really really tried to convince himself on that, but he doubts best friends usually have your heart pounding while doing those things. He doubts that your best friend’s smile knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you want to crack a stupid joke to keep said smile on their face. He doubts holding your best friend’s hand makes you want to cherish the warmth and hold on tighter. He doubts wiping your best friend’s hair out of their eyes is supposed to create an electric shock in your heart or fingers when they make eye contact with you. He doubts that looking at your best friend unconsciously lick their lips when they’re concentrating on something makes you want to kiss their lips instead.

Yeah, all just friendly things in a friendship between two really good friends.

Hitoshi was coughing in his sleep and his body felt hotter than usual. His body temperature was too hot that (Y/N) woke up early, hating how hot it was. She placed her palm on his forehead and woke him up.

“How is your throat?” (Y/N) questioned.

“My throat?” he questioned right back, before realizing what she meant with how croaky it sounded.

“You’re sick, Toshi. You need to stay home and rest.” (Y/N) spoke, getting up from his bed.

She grabbed her school uniform and walked out of his room, getting dressed in his bathroom and fixing herself up for school. She grabbed a bowl of warm water and wetted a towel, along with grabbing some morning medicine from his medicine cabinet. She walked back into his room, setting towel on his forehead and giving him a cup of medicine so he could drink it.

“I’ll be back after school to check up on you. You go back to sleep now, okay?” she spoke.

Hitoshi nodded, not having much fight in him as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) grabbed her backpack and walked out of the front door, heading to school alone.

He has a weak immune system. Karma spoke.

You can’t talk, you don’t have an immune system. (Y/N) retorted.

Exactly. Mine isn’t weak because it doesn’t exist. Karma explained.

(Y/N) walked to school and changed her shoes at her locker. She walked to class, finding there was still free time before class started. She opted to putting her head down and resting, passing the time for until class starts.

She woke up when the bell rang, keeping her head down to listen to the teacher’s lecture. The beginning of class was just a study period, she’ll go back to sleep until their science lesson begins. She laid back down until the next bell rang for science.

School is boring without Hitoshi. (Y/N) thought to herself.

Let’s skip. Karma spoke.

(Y/N) thought about the idea, not seeing too much trouble in it. The least the school will do is lecture her, the only reason she really got into the school was so the school could be credited a “we accept all diversities."

Sure. (Y/N) spoke. How are we getting out? She questioned, looking around, then to the agenda board.

Science has a lab today, she’d be placed in group work. She waited for the teacher to place her in her group, a group of all girls (usually, if Hitoshi was here, the teacher would place the two together in a group since they worked well together). She pretended to check her phone for a minute, then frowned.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to leave class right now. My friend is going through a really tough time at the moment and right now she’s sobbing her eyes out. I hope you understand.” She spoke to her lab partners, grabbing her backpack and running out of the room when the teacher turned her back.

If the teacher noticed she was gone, her table mates would at least have that excuse to give the teacher. If she wasn’t noticed missing, that would also work in her favor.

Where are we skipping? Karma questioned.

We have to wait out until lunch, that’s when students can leave campus. (Y/N) explained.

For student council only. They’ll check our ID’s. Karma explained.

You can help with that, can’t you? (Y/N) smirked. Just find a third-year that looks similar to me, look for the gold sticker, then steal their ID.

Karma didn’t have any objection to that, she can skip boring studies and get to run around. She considers that a major win. (Y/N) took off her backpack and let Karma crawl out.

Third story have all the upperclassmen classes, be careful of the hall monitors though. They’re strict with making sure the seniors don’t try to skip their classes. (Y/N) explained. I’ll be in the library “studying”. Find me when you’re done.

Karma ran off to the stairwell, a skip in her step to show her enjoyment of skipping school.

I should go to Hitoshi after getting out of here. (Y/N) thought, walking down the hallway.

The school was big so she had to navigate her way through security and student council’s jobs. It took a lot of work and patience having to wait out the stationed security—she even had to hide in an open locker. Thank God she didn’t close it all the way, she didn’t want to ask Karma for help opening the locker since Karma would never let her live it down.

She almost made it out of the hallway until she had to make a quick duck in a classroom because of a quick turn a security officer made down the stairwell.

(Y/N) whipped into the nearest classroom, almost slamming the door (she made sure she shut it gently, she didn’t want all her hard-work wasted).

“What are you do—“

(Y/N) turned around quickly, placing a finger to her lip.

Great, just my luck. She thought, seeing Hiro and his gang.

She ducked down, signaling all of them to get down too. They looked at her funny before hearing footsteps in the hallway, then they decided to listen. The group of boys and her glared at each other in silence until they no longer heard footsteps, waiting a minute just to be sure they were gone. Gen stood up first, being the first one out of all of them to break the silence.

“What are you doing out of class?” he questioned.

“Going to the library.” (Y/N) spoke.

“And you’re ditching the security?” Kishō questioned as all the boys stood up from their spots.

“I forgot to bring a pass.” (Y/N) lied, getting up off the ground.

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d be skipping.” Hiro smiled, walking towards her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. First you get into fights, then you sleep in class, now you’re skipping class?” Hiro clicked his tongue. “I thought you were better than this.”

“Uh, yeah.” (Y/N) brushed him off carelessly, turning around and grabbing the door to slide it open.

Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the door. They turned her around, meeting face to face with Hiro as he dragged her to a counter. Yamada grabbed her backpack off her shoulders and threw it to the ground while Hiro pushed her back against the counter as all the guys circled her.

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Jāo smirked.

Karma, I need your help with Hiro and his gang. I’m near the third-year classrooms by the last stairway to the commons. (Y/N) informed.

“You’re certainly forgetting personal space.” (Y/N) huffed, pushing Hiro away and elbowing Kishō as she moved away.

Gen grabbed her hand and pulled her over, pushing her into the nearby counter, caging her against the counter with his arms.

“We need a little something to keep quiet about this.” Gen nudged.

“I don’t follow.” (Y/N) hissed, using her arms to push against his shoulders and create space.

“Just put on a show for us. Just for a few minutes, yeah?” Gen spoke, his hand gliding up her skirt.

(Y/N) quickly kneed his crotch, causing him to hunch over and give her the perfect opportunity to punch him, knocking Gen out. He fell on the ground just as Jāo grabbed her arms to hold her still. (Y/N) leaned her arm back to the counter and grabbed the first thing she felt in her hands, grabbing a pencil and stabbing Jāo’s shoulder. Jāo backed out of the fight to tend to that, unsure of whether to rip the pencil out or keep it in as his hands shook indecisively.

Hiro and Yamada stepped in quickly. Hiro dodged one of (Y/N)'s fists and got behind her, grabbing her arms since she seemed to enjoy fighting with those the most. Hiro forced his legs in between hers, locking them in his so she didn't try and kick any of them like she had to Gen. Yamada grabbed a pocket knife out of his pockets and held it up to her throat, forcing her to quit squirming so she didn't get hurt.

Wow, okay. Didn't know Yamada would have the biggest balls of the group. (Y/N) thought to herself, taking a deep breath in to calm her nerves and think of her next move.

It's hard to think when you're sandwiched between two guys, both your arms and legs being restrained while someone else had a pocket knife to your throat. Yamada's knife trailed down to her unbuttoned uniform, slashing a rip from the top of her collar to the end of her shirt. Alarms went off in her head as she dealt with the attack, before noticing the shadow figure coming up behind Yamada. Karma had quickly knocked Kishō out with a swift karate chop to the neck, but she wanted to be quick so she could get to Yamada.

(Y/N) planted her feet down firmly, using force to push her weight into Hiro, knocking them both back a bit to where Yamada's knife was no longer near her. Karma grabbed Yamada's knife out of his hands, using her other arm to grab his head and slam it down into the nearest desk, not stopping until his body fell limp. (Y/N) turned around and fought Hiro's hands at they both tried to gain control of each other. (Y/N) knew she'd be overpowered almost easily, she planted her legs down and squatted, grabbing his arm and using her legs as leverage to throw him over her shoulder. Hiro fell onto a desk, momentarily stunned as the air from his lungs was stolen. Karma decided to take over, grabbing Hiro's head and hitting it against the desk until he went limp too.

They both turned their heads to Jāo, the only conscious one out of the bullies. He put his hands up real quick to surrender, flinching at the movement due to the pencil stuck in his shoulder. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking up to Jāo.

Get Yamada's pocket knife and put it in my backpack. (Y/N) ordered to Karma.

"Do you have hand sanitizer?" (Y/N) questioned to Jāo.

He nodded hesitantly, "In my pocket."

(Y/N) felt his front pockets before finding it, taking it out of his pockets. Luckily, it was pure alcohol sanitizer, no added aromas or troublesome chemicals.

Grab paper towels from the wall. (Y/N) told Karma.

"This is gonna hurt." (Y/N) spoke.

(Y/N) grabbed the pencil from Jāo's shoulder and ripped it out quickly as he let out a yelp. (Y/N) grabbed the paper towels Karma handed her and padded the pouring blood away, then lathered the wound with hand sanitizer (getting another yelp out of Jāo). She wiped away the excess blood and told him to hold the paper towel there, fishing around in her skirt pocket before finding a little container with bandages.

"You just carry those around? That's dumb." Jāo spoke, stifling a soft laugh.

Kinda cute too... Jāo thought.

"It's coming in handy, is it not?" (Y/N) spoke, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

She opened the container and grabbed a bandage, peeling off the wrapping. She moved Jāo's hand (ignoring the way his face heated up slightly) and applied the band-aid on his wound.

She could care less how deep the hole was or anything, it was his fault to begin with. If he wanted to go to the ER and get it checked out, he can do it without her.

"There. All better. And don't worry, you won't get lead poisoning." (Y/N) explained. "Your friends are gonna wake up in at least ten or thirty minutes." (Y/N) spoke as Karma touched her back, returning inside of her.

(Y/N) picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She pushed her hand against the classroom door but stopped when she heard Jāo speak up.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled, gaining her attention as she turned around to look at him. "It wasn't cool for us to corner you and threaten you... like that." He huffed. "Wasn't cool all the other times we hurt or picked on you either."

He says this, but he won't make it an effort to change. Karma huffed. Tomorrow he'll go back to being a pain in our ass!

"You say this, but I don't believe you're actually sorry." (Y/N) admitted, speaking out both her and Karma's thoughts.

"That's understandable." Jāo nodded. "I can prove it."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking about it. Well, it'd certainly be nice to get some blackmail on them.

"Jāo." (Y/N) spoke, gaining his attention.

She paid attention to the blush on his face and mentally smirked.

He likes the caring type? Huh? I can play that. (Y/N) thought, nearing him.

"What information can you give me on all the boys here, huh?" she questioned, getting up close to his face.

"I-I can't really—" (Y/N) placed her hands on Jāo's cheeks, leaning her face closer to his.

"C'mon, Jāo. If you tell me, I might give you a little reward." (Y/N) pushed, licking her lips to make him pay attention to how close they were to his.

"Um... Kishō has daddy issues." Jāo spoke, immediately throwing his bud under the bus. "Yamada stole that pocket knife from his older brother, who would genuinely kill him if he found out..."

"Any more, hon?" (Y/N) questioned, wiping her thumb gently on his face to lead him further into her trap. "Just some more details. I'll make it your worthwhile."

"S-sheesh. Um... Gen has a crush on his cousin from his mother's side, Aunt Debra, her eldest daughter Josie." Jāo explained. "Hiro... has a crush on you and likes picking on you because you'd notice him that way."

Woah, wasn't expecting that. Karma admitted, as (Y/N) blinked, almost slipping up her act.

"What about you, cutie? Surely there's a little something you might tell me about yourself?" (Y/N) smiled.

"I-I might have a crush on you too now!" he blurted out, his face beet red as he got embarrassed.

(Y/N) giggled, letting go of his face and backing up as he covered his face with his arms, ashamed of easily being swayed with just a few words.

"Are you ready for your reward?" (Y/N) questioned. "Close your eyes."

Jāo removed his hands from his face rather quickly, his face still red but a determined smirk on his face, closing his eyes real tightly. (Y/N) wound up her fist and punched him in the face, a crack being heard as his nose gushed blood.

"W-what the hell?" Jāo spoke, holding his nose with his hands.

(Y/N) took a step closer, bending down so Jāo could get an eyeful of her chest through her destroyed shirt as an apology. She removed his hands and swiped under his nose with her thumb, applying the crimson shade on her bottom lip, closing her mouth and smearing the blood on her upper lip. She placed her hands on Jāo's jaw and kissed his cheek just under his right eye.

"Mwah!" she kissed audibly so he could hear, moving away to admire the kiss she left on his cheek. "Do me a favor and keep this whole incident and all between us. You can do that, right?"

Jāo nodded as (Y/N) took a few steps backwards, then pulled out her phone from her backpack. She pulled the camera out and took a picture of Jāo's vulnerable, pathetic, bloodied (and slightly aroused) state. She shoved the phone back in her backpack and walked out of the class, licking her lips to rid herself of all the blood as she made her way out to the gardens.

What are you doing? I thought we're going to the library? Karma questioned.

We can't wait until lunch, Hiro and the others will be conscious then. They'll be furious at us, and I already told them we'd be there. Going to the library is a death wish, we're going past through the back gates. (Y/N) explained.

She ran to the back where the security was, having Karma get out of her back and take shape of a random student. Karma ran past the security quickly, causing the security to chase after her. (Y/N) ran to the gate and climbed it, jumping over and landing on her feet.

I got out. Let's go. (Y/N) spoke, running away from the school and to Hitoshi's apartment.

(Y/N) waited at a stop sign for Karma, catching her breath. Karma caught up and touched (Y/N), going back into her body. (Y/N) made it to Hitoshi's apartment and climbed through his bedroom window. Hitoshi jolted awake at the noise, seeing (Y/N) on the ground with a torn-up uniform and messy hair.

"Hi, Toshi." She smiled, standing up from the ground and throwing her backpack on the ground.

"What happened to you?" Hitoshi questioned, alarmed as he sat up from his bed.

"The usual. Hiro and his gang." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

A scowl formed on Hitoshi's face as he was about to stand up, only for (Y/N) to push him down on his bed.

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” (Y/N) lectured, placing her hands on her hips. “You gotta be in bed sleeping off this sickness!”

“How can I sleep when your whole shirt is basically ripped and your chest is hanging out?” Hitoshi grumbled. “What all did they do to you?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but stopped.

Does he not like my chest? She thought, a tinge of insecurity crawling into her mind.

Would another girl with a bigger bust satisfy him?

Focus. Karma huffed.

(Y/N) adverted her eyes for a second, her silence only concerning Hitoshi more, before looking back at him.

“Just some light touching, but I’m fine now. I had Karma help me escape.” (Y/N) spoke, crossing her arms to make herself seem a little tougher, but in actuality it just gave away that she was feeling small and weak at the moment.

“Come here.” Hitoshi sighed, the scowl still present on his face but he at least tried to make it look softer so that he wouldn't accidental scare her.

She had no objections coming near him (Hitoshi was thankful she still trusted him and his touch). She climbed into his lap without needing to be told, wrapping her arms around him and placing her head on her shoulder.

Hitoshi used one of his hands to rub circles on the exposed skin of her back where her uniform’s hole was, petting her messy hair with his other hand.

“Are you okay?” Hitoshi questioned, his voice soft.

(Y/N) took a moment, deciding whether or not she really wanted to answer that.

“No…” she mumbled. “I-I was really scared that-that they’d do more than just touching.” She admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “If Karma didn’t come save me, or if she wasn’t out which would’ve made Hiro’s quirk take effect, they could’ve really done more. They had a knife and threatened me, ripped off my shirt and tried going up my skirt.” She cried, shoving her face in his neck.

Hitoshi listened to her, using all of his will power to not stand up and find the group.

“I didn’t like their touches. I hated it. I like your touch better. Your touch makes me feel safe, it makes me feel happy. I like being able to touch you like this, not with anyone else but us.” She confessed, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on a rant.” She muttered.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m glad you can talk to me about this. It won’t ever happen again. They’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Hitoshi spoke, the promise coming out of his tongue without even processing the words himself. “You should be allowed to talk about your feelings with me.”

“I’m sorry for bothering you. You’re sick and tired and you need rest.” (Y/N) spoke.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I want to you go to me when you’re upset or in trouble. You’re not a bother.” He admitted.

She nodded, more tears escaping her eyes as she sobbed more at his words. She hid her face in his neck, not caring how sweaty he was from his fever or how hot he felt to the touch.

“Thank you.” She cried. “Thank you so much, Hitoshi.”

“Here, you go shower and you can spend the night. Okay?” Hitoshi spoke.

(Y/N) nodded, hesitating to stand up from his lap and escape his arms. She ended up getting up reluctantly, unwrapping her arms from his head. She rummaged through his closet for a big long-sleeved shirt before finding a black one she liked. She walked out of his room and to the shower, undressing.

Hitoshi bought bath products for (Y/N) when she started to stay the nights more often ([Y/N] bought some for him too at her house, though it’s hidden in her room to hide from her family). It brought her joy to know he bought products for her and just her. It made her happy knowing she was the only girl staying at his house, sleeping in his bed cuddling him at night.

Karma suddenly forced her way out of (Y/N)'s body, shocking her as she jumped.

“Karma, what the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, instinctively covering herself up with a towel.

“I need to run. I have too much adrenaline still. I’m going to go crazy cooped up in your body.” Karma groaned.

(Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes, “Fine, fine. Go. Just be quick.”

Karma walked through the door and to Hitoshi’s room. Karma walked through Hitoshi’s door, alerting him.

“Hey, lover boy.” She spoke. “I have a little proposition for you.”

Hitoshi looked at her suspiciously. He knew that if she was out, there usually was trouble to follow with her.

“What is it?” Hitoshi questioned.

“Me and you both know those bullies aren’t going to stop leaving her alone. We have to do something about it.” Karma spoke.

“… Like what?” he asked.

Good, he’s actually entertaining the idea. Karma thought.

“We could kill them, make them transfer schools, something like that.” She suggested. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“What? We can’t do that. I want to become a hero and so don’t you?” Hitoshi questioned.

“Sometimes… heroes have to make sacrifices. Your good deeds will outweigh your bad ones. Besides, no one is going to find out. I won’t even tell (Y/N).” Karma egged on. “Cross my heart.”

Hitoshi paused, thinking.

“You… wouldn’t happen to know where they all live… would you?” Hitoshi questioned.

“I’ve done my own spying while she’s been asleep. I can write down the addresses.” Karma spoke, an invisible smile on her face.

Hitoshi ignore the slight fear that bubbled in his chest at Karma’s words. He gave her a paper and pen as she started writing the names and addresses.

“You’re going to make sure she stays asleep tonight while I take care of them. Okay?” Hitoshi ordered.

“I can do that.” Karma agreed. “I’ll even do you a favor and unlock all their windows so you can go in.”

Karma walked outside of the house, going to fulfill the promise she gave Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked at the list Karma gave him, going on his phone and opening tabs for all of the locations as he sat down on his bed. He decided on the shortest route to get all of them in one night, putting his phone in his pocket just as (Y/N) knocked on the door, entering his room.

Hitoshi opened the covers for (Y/N) to climb into, noticing how she had no problem getting in the bed. He noticed her dull eyes glance at the paper on his desk. (Y/N) swore she recognized that handwriting.

He ignored the paper and hoped she would too. She didn’t mention anything as she hooked her legs around him and rested her head on his chest.

“Are… you okay now? Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” he questioned, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or scared.

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sitting up rather quickly. “Don’t leave me, anything but that.” She spoke, her eyes starting to form tears in them.

Right, Karma’s gone so (Y/N)'s emotions are unstable at the moment. Hitoshi thought.

Karma is apart of (Y/N)'s body and mind in a sense, so she shares half of (Y/N)'s limbic system (the emotional part of the human brain), so when the two of them separate from each other, their emotions are unstable and their logic can be scattered. It's one of the annoying parts of their quirk, which can be troublesome quite troublesome to making the right calls in battle.

“No, no. I won’t. I just wanted to make sure you feel safe.” Hitoshi mumbled, his voice quiet to soothe her.

“I feel safe with you.” (Y/N) spoke, not even taking a second to think about her answer as she stared at him with an unusual seriousness in her eyes.

Hitoshi smiled softly, gently guiding her head back down onto his chest. She didn’t hesitate laying back down, allowing Hitoshi to pet her wet hair with one of his hands, the other wrapped around her to keep her close.

“You tired?” he questioned, keeping up with petting her head so she’d fall asleep quicker.

“Yeah.” She admitted, her hands clutching onto his shirt to keep him close to her and to anchor herself.

Hitoshi took off her glasses and placed them on his nightstand, continuing to soothe her until he was certain she was fast asleep.

Karma phased through the window, being careful not to knock anything down. She walked up to Hitoshi and (Y/N), standing over them. She opened the window gently, pulling through a long rope and black gloves.

“They’re not home.” Karma spoke, leaning down and rummaging through (Y/N)'s backpack.

“Where are they?” Hitoshi questioned.

“The abandoned cabin near Lake Samui.” Karma informed, pulling out Yamada’s brother’s pocket knife and handing it to Hitoshi.

“All together?” Hitoshi asked, receiving a silent nod from Karma. “What’s with all this?” he questioned, talking about the rope and gloves as Karma handed him the knife.

“Just in case you gotta round them up like cattle. Keep your fingerprints off the knife and bodies too. You never know when you need a knife.” Karma smiled, indirectly screaming at Hitoshi to murder them.

Hitoshi sighed, “Okay, you make sure she stays asleep.”

Karma nodded, helping Hitoshi untangle himself from (Y/N)'s grip. Hitoshi managed to break free, taking a second to look back at the two.

Should he really be trusting (Y/N) in her care? Sure, they’ve lived together for basically their entire lives, but still, Karma has a knack for creating chaos. And can he really ensure such an important secret to Karma?

Karma waved her fingers teasingly, as if knowing his thoughts.

“Don’t worry. Have fun~” Karma whispered, a childish glee in her voice.

No. No, he won’t. But as long as he just gets the boys expelled or convince them to moving schools, then she wouldn’t have to endure such abuse when he’s not looking. He gathered the rope, gloves, and pocket knife Karma gifted him and climbed out of his window, landing on the ground. He pulled his phone out of his pockets, discarding the route originally made. He knew how to get to the lake, it’s best not to use a GPS, especially at this time to look up where the lake is. That’s be suspicious and a possible connection to him.

How convenient of them all to be at the lake, did Karma do something? he thought, walking towards the lake.

It was an hour walk on foot, giving Hitoshi all the time in the world to reconsider and turn back. He’d force them to switch schools, get a good few punches in to give them a taste of what will happen if they don’t comply. Hell, he can send Karma to go after them and she’ll do it just because she can get away with it.

The laugh of the group echoed throughout the lake’s thin woods, giving away their location as Hitoshi walked near. He needs to get rid of Hiro and his quirk; Hiro can disengage someone else’s quirk within ten feet of him, so if Hiro activities his quirk before Hitoshi can get him under his brainwash, it’d be a fight of 5 against 1 while he'd be temporarily quirkless—he doesn’t exactly like those odds.

Hitoshi got close enough to see their silhouettes by a fire they made. He could make out their voices, their laughs and taunts, their grumbles and grips, talking about what they did to the junior high senior.

“Did you how her bottom lip trembled?” Yamada giggled.

“I was kinda knocked out.” Gen huffed, annoyed.

“Two kicks was all it took for you to get knocked out? Let alone two kicks from a girl half the size as you.” Kishō giggled, messing with Gen.

“Wish I would’ve saw. You should’ve took a picture, good material for later.” Hiro sighed.

“Gross, man.” Kishō gagged. “I don’t need to know how often you wank it.”

“Shut up.” Hiro hissed, punching Kishō’s shoulder. “Can't blame me. She’s American. Exotic, they say. It’s not everyday you see what a naked American looks like face to face—they’re naturally more curvier than Japanese women, you know.”

“Hiro’s got a thing for foreign women.” Gen teased. “Besides, you can’t talk, Kishō. Your dumbass got knocked out by the shadow. How the hell did you manage to not see that?”

“Dumb luck! I had my guard because you and Yamada were taking care of things. I didn’t think she’d try anything with a knife against her throat.” Kishō sassed back.

“Oh! That reminds me! She took my brother’s knife! He’s gonna kill me when he founds out it’s stolen, and he’ll probably drown me in my own blood once he figures I took it.” Yamada groaned.

“We can just get it Monday. Shinso wasn’t there today, probably won’t be Monday. Even if he was, she won't be with him all the time.” Hiro shrugged his shoulders, before a smirk spread across his face. “Hey, maybe we can get her tomorrow. See the birthday suit?”

“She was a piece of art at that festival. That image is still stuck on my mind man. Japanese kimonos look hot on foreigners.” Gen admitted, giving his own devilish grin.

“Hey, guys. I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jāo spoke up.

“Finally fucking speaks.” Gen spoke, before realizing what Jāo said. “What do you mean? You didn’t have a problem with messing with her today.”

“I didn’t know we were going to go that far.” Jāo admitted. “Don’t you think that’s kind of messed up? Trying to assault her like that?”

“What? You want her to yourself or something?” Hiro snarled. “You’re even lucky I’m willing to share.”

“Bros before hoes.” Yamada hummed.

“For God’s sake, you tried raping her! Don’t you see what the problem is? That’s way too far!” Jāo exclaimed.

“What? You gonna tell or something? You realize you were there, you could’ve stopped that. You’re just as guilty as us. If we go down, you’re going with.” Hiro explained. “You won’t be a damn hero if you’re in prison.”

“I don’t want to be a hero. I don’t want any of us to be heroes if we’re going to be crooked like that.” Jāo huffed.

Kishō looked at the two friends argue before he whistled, a smile on his face as he hit his palm with his fist.

“I get it, man! You like her!” Kishō laughed. “She stabbed you with a pencil, then bandaged ya up, then fucking punched ya and kissed your cheek! You like the crazies!”

Jāo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He couldn’t defend himself, not with how red his face was. He could still feel the sting of her punch, but also the warmth of her kiss.

A bubbling feeling started to form in Hitoshi’s stomach and chest. It was like anger, but different. He’s not sure what it is or how he’s describe it, but he knows he hates the feeling.

“Sorry, Hiro called dibs.” Yamada spoke.

“Bummer.” Gen spoke sarcastically, clicking his tongue.

“Yeah. You can’t just steal her like that, I called dibs years ago, before you joined our group.” Hiro growled, standing up from his spot on the dirt.

“She’d like me better than you anyways. At least I still have some morals, not to mention the kiss she gave me.” Jāo spoke seriously, standing up from the ground too so he could challenge Hiro.

The bubbling feeling in his chest and stomach exploded. His hands shook and his body felt awfully hot for a winter night. He walked up to the group and looked at Hiro.

“Hiro.” Hitoshi spoke.

“How the hell did you find—“ Hiro’s eyes went blank, the string of words he was going to say now nonexistent on his tongue.

“Gen.” Hitoshi called out as Gen neared him, a pissed off expression on his face.

“I’m still mad abo—“ his eyes went white too, no longer vocal.

“Kishō.” Hitoshi acknowledged.

Kishō charged at him without a word, swinging his fist at him. Hitoshi dodged and grabbed his arm, slamming him down onto the ground.

“You son of a—“ his fell under Hitoshi’s quirk.

“Yamada.” Hitoshi spoke.

Yamada stayed where he was, unsure whether to run like a coward or fight and most likely lose.

“Speak. Or are you too scared of me?” Hitoshi questioned, hitting a nerve in Yamada.

“I’m not sc—“ he fell too.

A headache was forming for Hitoshi, his concentration close to breaking, but he had just one more person. Jāo stood there, not in fear, but in understanding. Like he knew this was their punishment.

Hitoshi deemed he wasn’t a threat and quickly grabbed the pocket knife from his pocket, cutting the long rope into four sections. He tied nooses with the rope and he walked to the motionless men standing in front of him, placing the nooses on their necks before tightening them tightly.

Jāo now understood what Hitoshi was doing, but he was too afraid to try and stop him with force, so he used his words.

“Wait, aren't you supposed to be a hero? You can’t do this.” Jāo spoke.

His words almost snapped Hitoshi of his concentration, almost snapped the strings connected to the brains of the gang.

“Justice is blind in the eyes of the law.” Hitoshi spoke. “Heroes have to make sacrifices.” He spoke, relaying the words Karma told him.

Hitoshi found a big rock to stand on as he lifted one of the bodies—Gen—by their rope, tying the ropes end on the tree. He broke Gen out of his concentration, moving the rock away so Gen couldn’t use it to stand on. Gen immediately snapped his hands to his neck, trying to undo the noose but it only made the rope worsen, tightening itself around his neck more.

Hitoshi heard the footsteps behind him, Jāo’s scared but pissed off expression reaching his eyes as he turned around.

“You can’t kill them. You can’t have all of them suffocate and die slowly like that.” Jāo explained, walking closer to him.

“Did you guys stop when she said to?” Hitoshi questioned.

She said it herself. If Karma wasn't there to save her, they wouldn't have stopped. Hitoshi thought. So why should I stop?

Jāo’s eyes held uncertainty, and his mouth wasn’t quick enough to try and defend him.

“W-well, no… but—“ and the last domino falls, completing the game as he too fell under Hitoshi's quirk.

Hiro, Jāo, Gen, Kishō, and Yamada are the losers of tonight’s game.

Hitoshi handed the pocket knife into Jāo’s hands.

“Jāo, cut your wrists.” He ordered.

Jāo brought the blade to his wrists, and cut, over and over again, then moved on to the next one.

“Sit down on the ground, lay on your back.” Hitoshi spoke, prepping him for his framed suicide.

He left the knife in Jāo’s hands, turning around to see Gen take his last breath. He grabbed the rock and found another sturdy tree branch, repeating the process of hanging Kishō up, then breaking out of his concentration for him so Kishō could feel the air be taken from his lungs, before meeting with Death. He repeated the steps with the others bullies until there were no more.

He grabbed all their phones from their pockets, using their thumbs from their dead bodies to unlock them, and texted to all of their parents a message.

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t forget about me.”

“Stay strong.”

“I hope you understand.”

He sent the texts at the same time, changing up each message so it didn’t sound exactly like one person typed it. He quickly left the crime scene, knowing it’d only be a matter of time before one of the parents read the text and call the police. Their phones would be tracked and authorities would get here in ten minutes or less. Hitoshi ran like hell, his thoughts foggy as he guided himself out of the woods.

I’ve should’ve let them suffer longer, but that was the only way to make their deaths look at least semi-normal. He thought.

He could be in bed right now, cuddling (Y/N) and getting an amazing night's sleep, but he’s here, running away after committing first-degree murder for her.

The realization set in on what he’d done. There’s absolutely no way he can even try justifying the murders, not to the law at least. In his brain, he knows what he did is wrong, but his heart is saying that it wasn’t enough. He’s a convicted felon now, a runaway. He hopes that the police have no traces of him, hd hopes he didn't overlook something and accidentally leave a trace of him there. He doesn’t feel sorry for what he did to them, only angry at the crime itself. How wrong can it be for him to kill bad guys? Sometimes prison cannot redeem a man of his wrongdoings, it just worsens the man. They seemed too far gone for help.

Seriously, talking about being a hero when hours ago you tried to assault a vulnerable woman? Not to mention all the times they’ve hurt her before that. Justice was served on a bronze platter, they should’ve have worse done to them.

Hitoshi wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, Jāo or Hiro. Hiro’s claim about owning her, calling dibs on her before all of them. Jāo’s right, like she’d pick him over Hitoshi. Hitoshi’s her friend, Hitoshi never treated her like how he treated her. Hitoshi gave her space and an ear, all Hiro’s given her is bruises and trauma.

And Jāo, the damn lucky bastard. How’d he get a kiss from her, willingly? Hitoshi doesn’t care that it was on the cheek or that she messed him up the most beforehand. He only cares that she gave him a kiss.

At least I was her first. Hitoshi thought.

Those two boys combined could never be good enough for her. They didn’t understand her like he did. He knew her moods, her favorite foods, what to do when she cries, her past. He would be a much better fit for her, if she’d allow it. They’re such good friends that they’ve stayed up together, spent days playing video games together, slept together in the same bed, wore each other’s clothes, even kissed (though accidentally). Hitoshi’s the best person that could ever be a part of her life. She doesn’t hug them, she doesn’t whisper secrets to them, or make funny jokes or wear their clothes or sleep with them—if she did, he probably would’ve killed them sooner.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of police sirens wailing down the road. He was at least five minutes away from the lake’s woods, so it’s be suspicious to see him nearby after they discover the dead bodies. He ducked to the playground nearby, hiding in the bathroom stalls there, waiting until there were no more sirens.

He walked out of the bathroom and continued his way down the road, sticking closer to the shadows.

He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. That’s wrong. He killed five people. He didn’t really mean to go that far, only wanted to teach them a lesson. But they didn’t learn the first time he taught them, so he had to go to more drastic measures, right?

These thoughts aren’t normal. They aren’t healthy. What would (Y/N) think?

(Y/N) this, (Y/N) that. He might be going insane. He blames it on his sickness, his fever. Maybe that’s why he’s so disillusioned at the moment! Maybe he’s just sleeping right now! This is all a dream and he didn’t commit the murders!

He finally made it to his house, crawling into the window quietly as Karma waited patiently.

“What happened?” she questioned, her curiosity comparable to a morbid child’s.

“They’re all dead. I killed them.” He spoke blandly, grabbing a pair of clothes from his closet. “I’m going to shower.”

Karma nodded, resisting the urge to giggle.

Now that they’re out of the picture, Karma won't have to worry about their annoying asses. Now (Y/N) can calm her brain down and shut up about those stupid bullies. (Y/N) will be so happy once she hears they’re gone! She’ll be even happier when Karma explains why.

Hitoshi needed to rid himself of all the dirt on him. He needs to scrub his skin raw, confirm he still did have feelings and didn’t commit that act out of insensitivity or something like that.

When he finished showering, he put on the new change of clothes and made sure to throw out the gloves in the bathroom trash to dispose of later. He walked out of the bathroom and back to (Y/N), seeing Karma had disappeared. He opened the covers and crawled back inside, awaking (Y/N). She jumped, startled.

“Sorry, it’s me.” Hitoshi whispered.

“Why did you leave bed? Where did you go?” she muttered, climbing in between his legs and resting her body on his, placing her head down on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Bathroom. I went to shower.” Hitoshi lied.

(Y/N) subtly rested her cheek on her right, facing Hitoshi’s bedroom. She peeked at the clock on Hitoshi’s nightstand with blurred vision, making out that it was 10 P.M.

She came here around 1 P.M. when she ditched class, then fell asleep around 2 P.M. She felt Hitoshi leave her arms at 4 P.M. but Karma told her to act like she was sleeping, so she did. When she heard Hitoshi leave the room, Karma simply said Hitoshi had a surprise for later and forced (Y/N) to go back to sleep after an hour of worrying about where he’s going, who he’d be with, if there would be any girls. Karma didn’t answer her and didn’t allow her to leave the room, resulting in (Y/N) using the scent of Hitoshi’s pillowcase to fall back asleep. Then he wakes her up around 10 P.M. fully showered in a new pair of clothes.

Suspicious. She thought.

“Go back to sleep. I’m here.” Hitoshi muttered, resting his hand on her head and the other on her back.

He combed through her messy hair to lure her back to sleep. It worked as she closed her eyes, figuring tomorrow Karma would tell her all about what he’s been up to.

The shame from earlier diminished from his chest and mind as he looked at the girl comfortable in his arms. The warmth in his chest made what he did so worth it. At the end of the night, he was the one she laid with, not any of them. She’s safe now, exactly what he wanted for his friend. . . (Y/N) woke up first before Hitoshi. That was a rare thing, it only proved how exhausting his night was yesterday.

The gnawing feeling of curiosity appeared in her stomach, wondering where he was. It shifted to jealousy, a rabie-like bite as she needed to know who he was with doing what.

She admired his sleeping face, rested her thumb under his eyes

Karma. (Y/N) called out, seeing if Karma would answer or make her suffer more.

Yes? Karma questioned, a giggle in her voice.

It appears she’ll spare (Y/N) the trouble.

You know where he went, don’t you? (Y/N) questioned.

Lake Samui. Karma answered.

A lake? Did he go skinny-dipping with some broad she doesn’t know of? It seems unlucky, but maybe he’s in a rebellious phase of his life? She knew her chest wasn’t big enough to satisfy him!

I can tell you’re overreacting and I’m not even in that section of your mind. Karma sighed.

There were three thought sections in her mind. One designated to just (Y/N), one designed to just Karma, and one where they shared their thoughts and talked telepathically.

Who was he with? (Y/N) questioned.

Hiro and his gang. Karma answered.

What? Why? (Y/N) questioned.

Check the news. Karma urged.

(Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Hitoshi’s phone on his nightstand, gently picking up his thumb and using it on the touchpad. The phone unlocked, showing a picture of him and her resting on the grass under their favorite tree. She had encouraged him to take a picture of the two since they didn’t have any photos together. The picture he has as his screen saver is also matching hers, the fact bringing a smile on her face.

(Y/N) took a minute to scroll through his messages and photos before Karma redirected her attention back to the news. She opened up his browser and typed out “Japan news” along with their city.

Multiple articles from just hours ago brought up the suicide of five. Every article she read had very limited information, all she knew was that five teenage bodies of boys were discovered at Lake Samui last night, seeming to be suicides, the authorities say. She didn’t know the names as the police wouldn’t disclose personal information for the sake of the minors, but she could piece out it was Hiro and his gang since they had five members and there were five bodies.

What was Hitoshi doing there? (Y/N) questioned. Why would he be there late at night?

He killed them, obviously. Karma huffed.

Hitoshi? Do something like that? I doubt it, he’s a sweetheart. (Y/N) spoke, defending Hitoshi when he couldn’t. I mean… he’d tell me! We're friends!

Come on. I’m serious! He even asked for my help while you were in the shower. Karma insisted.

But why would he do that? They don’t mess with him anymore. (Y/N) questioned.

Obviously, he has a thing for you too. Karma groaned. You’re supposed to be the experienced one in this field, not me.

I apologize for not believing the falsehoods you lead me to. I don’t appreciate you lying for entertainment. (Y/N) huffed. Especially if you’re involving Hitoshi.

I’m not lying! Cross my heart and everything. You’ll see, he seemed a little out of it last night when he returned. I bet he’ll crack. Karma giggled.

Karma’s last comment brought a sense of fear into (Y/N)'s heart. What if he does break down? What if he tells the police and they take him away from her? What would even be the point of being a hero if it’s not by Hitoshi’s side. If he left, she’d probably quit everything about being a hero, move out of Japan and back to America, start a career in nursing. Or worse, she might kill herself. She was barely able to survive the weekend without seeing Hitoshi before, but now that they’re on a touching basis, she can’t survive five hours without seeing or feeling him.

(Y/N) noticed movement from Hitoshi and quickly deleted the search history so Hitoshi didn’t know she was searching the news. She deleted all other tabs she opened and put the phone back on his charger, hoping he wouldn’t reach for it when he wakes up and sees the battery is down by 2%.

“Morning, Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes.

“Morning already?” he groaned.

“Well, really it’s 2 P.M.” (Y/N) corrected, looking at his clock for a second before turning her attention back at Hitoshi. “Want breakfast?”

“I want to go back to sleep.” He sighed, tired from last night.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” She spoke, immediately squirming herself deeper into the covers as she got in a comfortable position, being held by Hitoshi as she faced the fan he bought for her in his room. . . On Monday, news vans and police cars invaded the front gates. Police tried to hold off the media while anchormen tried to interview students about the dead kids, looking for any information such as who they were, why they could’ve committed suicide.

The police thought it was awfully suspicious for five kids to commit suicide together, of course they could’ve done a suicide pact, but there was nothing for the hanging kids to stand on before they hung themselves; raising some alarms for the police. Not only that, but from student reports, the kids weren’t well-liked either so there was definitely a chance they had enemies. If it was a murder, it was premeditated and five accounts of first degree murder alone.

Hitoshi looked normal per usual, but (Y/N) could tell his nervousness. His brows were furrowed a little more than usual and he avoided all eye contact from her and the police, instead keeping his eyes on the ground. His hands were slightly clammy but it was winter so there should be no reason Hitoshi’s feeling overheated.

Maybe Karma was actually right. (Y/N) thought. She said she helped him. The day he went out there was a paper on his nightstand that wasn’t there when I arrived but it appeared after I shower. The messy handwriting was obviously Karma’s, Hitoshi doesn’t write as passive-aggressively as Karma does to a piece of paper.

(Y/N) spared Hitoshi a glance, gaining his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned to look at her. They both stared at each other in silence before (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand slightly to give him reassurance.

We know your secret~ Karma singed, acting as if Hitoshi could actually hear her.

What’s his next move now? (Y/N) thought. We’re going to need to keep an eye on him in case he tries to rat himself out to the police.

He seems easy to crack under pressure when he feels guilty, and he definitely feels guilty right now. Karma commented. You can watch him during the day and I’ll watch during the night?

Why are you trying to help? You’ve already done enough damage. (Y/N) huffed.

Because I unlocked all their windows and rummaged through their rooms. That looks suspicious. The time that Hitoshi left last night, if the police tracked his phone, they would see he wouldn’t have had enough time to go to all their houses then the lake, and he never even passed them. So they’d think there was an accomplice, which was technically us because I broke into their houses and told Hitoshi where they were. Karma explained.

I shouldn’t be held accountable for your actions. (Y/N) sighed. But that’s just more of a reason to keep him quiet. We all will go down if he confesses.

We can still kidnap him? Karma questioned.

You’ve lost the smart streak you just had. (Y/N) commented.

(Y/N) and Hitoshi walked into class together, letting go of each other’s hands as they walked to their seats sat next to each other ([Y/N] made Karma change the seating charts digitally when the teacher assigned the seats). (Y/N) noticed the way Hitoshi kept his eyes on the window. He wasn’t very talkative today, but (Y/N) wasn’t either.

Is she sad that they’re gone? Is she mad at whoever did it? Is she mad at me? Is that why she’s quiet? Hitoshi thought anxiously.

“Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, getting his attention. “Why are you so scared?”

“It’s just… surreal that they actually died.” Hitoshi whispered back.

“It’s not so bad, I mean. At least they won’t pick with us anymore?” (Y/N) spoke, then realized how dehumanized she sounded. “But, it’s a little depressing since they were apart of our lives. Even if bad.”

That makes them sound important. Hitoshi thought, resisting the urge to grimace.

He seems displeased. Was that not a good enough response? How do I feign grief while seeming not out of touch? (Y/N) thought. Should I start crying? Will that prove to him I’m a little affected by their deaths so it doesn’t seem like I’m crazy or apathetic, yet I don’t care much about what he did so I wouldn’t hold it against him?

Human emotions are very complex. Karma sighed.

I agree. (Y/N) commented.

The bell rang, signaling for everyone to get into class. The students that walked in either whispered or didn’t speak at all, seemingly stunned at the loss of the five students.

What’s the big deal? Five students out of the entire student body, who cares? They were assholes anyways. I say it should’ve been done sooner. Karma huffed.

Humans are social beings, I supposed it’d be natural to feel sympathy for the loss of others. Think about their friends and family, they’re probably heartbroken at the news. It’s like watching a kid die in a movie, it touches the audience and brings out the wanted reaction of sadness. (Y/N) explained.

So, you’re telling me humans can feel another’s pain? Karma questioned.

Yeah, that’s probably the closest you’d get to understanding it. (Y/N) confirmed.

Karma’s not as good with emotions as (Y/N). Karma has more battle IQ and brawn, but (Y/N) has more emotional IQ and brains (even if the emotional IQ is just a little more than Karma’s).

When lunch rolled around, Hitoshi hesitated a bit with standing up to go outside. The media might try to talk with any students who leave the school to get lunch, hell, news reporters will go as far as to trespassing school grounds to talk with the students because their company needs the latest details first before any other rivals get a hold of them.

“Our tree is in the back, away from the front gates where the reporters are. We’ll be safe from their greedy hands.” (Y/N) reassured.

“I just hate all the attention. Too much noise.” Hitoshi sighed, the lie believable enough for any outsiders hearing, but (Y/N) knew better.

They walked out of the classroom with no fear of being tailed by Hiro’s gang, heading to the vending machines to buy lunch; probably something like chips and a drink. (Y/N) didn’t make any lunch last night due to all the events that unfolded so quickly.

(Y/N) guided Hitoshi to their tree outside, being right as there was indeed no reporters, just stray students walking around and the high kids hiding near the dumpsters.

(Y/N) sat under the tree, watching as Hitoshi basically collapsed onto the ground. She waited a minute for Hitoshi to speak about something, anything really, just hear his voice and thoughts.

But he didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

“Do you think it was actually a suicide?” (Y/N) questioned.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Hitoshi sighed.

“Understandable.” (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to pry and have him mad at her.

She didn’t want to sleep on the couch, or in her own bed alone if she made him mad. Hitoshi hadn’t kicked her out yet so she’ll fully abuse every opportunity she gets.

That led her wondering to what their relationship really was. Friends don’t sleep in each other’s beds holding each other late at night; especially if they’re the opposite gender. They especially don’t kill for each other either. It made (Y/N) wonder if Hitoshi finally likes her now. The signs are there, he spends almost every day and night with her now. They eat meals together, sleep together, watch TV together, hold hands together, almost anything that can come to mind. The only time they seem to be apart is when they’re in the bathroom or (Y/N) has to go back to her father's to avoid suspicion (Hitoshi always ends up climbing through her window to sleep with her during those nights though).

Why don’t you ask to date? Karma questioned.

Are you serious? With what’s going on in his brain? He’s obviously affected by what he’s done, I don’t want him to panic and say no! (Y/N) hissed. When he’s in a more stable state, I’ll confess. So I’m going to have to wait a few months, perhaps when high school starts.

Their lunch was quieter than usual. No little games or random questions, the silence they had wasn’t even a comfortable one, but it wasn’t awkward either—just dead.

The pair stood up and headed back to class when the bell finally rang. For once, (Y/N) was more worried about Hitoshi than the math equation on the board. Hitoshi couldn’t even focus, he started to speculate that (Y/N) knew—there’s no way Karma actually has the ability to not tell (Y/N) something that can cause problems. From now on, Hitoshi has to keep a close leash on (Y/N).

Hitoshi may have a leash on her, but (Y/N) knows she can drag him in the dirt if she truly desired. . . Hitoshi knows it’s wrong. He understands he’s making his friendship unhealthy and risking his friendship by doing this. He used to believe he and (Y/N) spent almost all their time together, but now he knows they truly do.

He refuses to allow (Y/N) to leave bed without him, even if she has to go to the bathroom (he’ll wait in the hallway). He’s always watching from (Y/N)'s shoulder whenever she’s on her phone, even going as far as to unlocking it while she’s sleeping so he can go through text messages, call history, and search history to make sure she hasn’t contacted the police or spoken about the possibility of her knowing. He doesn’t allow her to go outside in public without him, always making sure he’s holding her hand in case she tries to wander off to the police station. Perhaps he’s being a little too paranoid and probably only setting alarms off in her head, but instead she seems to be enjoying the attention.

He doesn’t miss the big smile she gives him when he initiates hand-holding first, or when he hugs her tighter to make sure she doesn’t leave bed. It was exhilarating to be on the receiving end of the clingy affection. Her heart speeds up and her face gets red, but in a good way. She hopes that whenever she holds Hitoshi’s hand that he feels the same way she feels when he grabs her hand first.

He hopes—prays—that (Y/N) doesn’t notice how he’s purposely going out of his way to spend all his time with her. Even on the days she goes back home to spend at least some time with her family because her father is finally off with her hero work, Hitoshi would be staring through the window, waiting for the second she finished the little social intervention so he could call her to come over again. He’d read her lips to make sure she wasn’t spilling anything about him or the five boys who “committed suicide”.

He wants to say he feels terrible about stalking her like this, but he’s been learning so much more about her now that he’s going out of his way to pay attention. He’s an observant person as it is, but now it’s like he really knows her like the palm of his hands.

He knows of the burn marks on both her hands. He was peeking over her shoulder one night while she was texting (making sure she wasn’t contacting the police) and he noticed the pale marks. He questioned her about it and noticed how her face turned red yet played it off. “Oh, just some accidents I had as a kid. I was clumsy cooking.”

She was embarrassed of the scars because she was afraid it’d be unattractive to have damaged hands, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact starting to absentmindedly trace the scars whenever they held hands (it never failed to make her face explode red when he did this).

He had learned about her writing books. Sometimes during mid-conversation or in class, she’d pull out her phone and write notes that came to her mind, ideas for her current stories or ongoing stories, thoughts for her to unravel and piece together later. He found the book on her shelf one day when he was alone in her room when she went to go shower. He noticed her name on the book and opened it, reading the first chapter until she finally came back. When he questioned if she wrote it, she nodded and showed him her laptop with the ever growing story ideas and plans.

Since then, whenever she published a book, he’d be the first one to buy it. He usually read them while she slept or in his rare spare time since she got embarrassed when someone would read her work in front of her, unsure if they’d enjoy her hard work or not. She was ecstatic when he returned and rambled on about the characters and story ideas inside of just saying a “that was good” or “good job” like everyone else did.

It made her feel as if the hours of researching, writing, planning, editing, rescaling, formatting, and tears she spent on the book was for nothing or had little value. It made her smile knowing he genuinely enjoyed her work and it left a mark in his head that he had to go to her and talk about the details he noticed. He actually pointed out the small details, actually put in the time to observe the words she had written.

Her writing gave him a better understanding and glimpse of her thought process. A writer usually puts themselves in the main protagonist’s shoes that way their actions, words, and thoughts would be of the protagonist, but sometimes, a writer’s true perspective accidentally slips into the page, whether it’d be a favorite color or a character. He noticed how one of the characters in her book had a little more screen time than the other characters, a good friend of the main protagonist who struggled with insomnia, so the pair would go out on long night drives to battle her friend’s insomnia. The characters were hinted of having crushes on one another, and he noticed how (Y/N) got especially more flustered than usual when bringing up how he liked the bond between the two characters.

It made him wonder if that was her true feelings about him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The story was about the murder of the main protagonist’s friend, and how everyone forgot him except her. He returned to her one day in spirit, asking for her help to find his killer. The crazy thing was there was a clone (more of a shell) of the best friend wandering around the place, helping erase people’s minds of the murder. A tale of mystery and the supernatural, of romance and of betrayal. It was definitely something more different from her other books, but he felt enraptured all the same. The dead friend’s tired eyes, his soothing voice, his pale skin, his teasing yet sarcastic remarks, his actions such as holding the protagonist’s hand through her anxiety—all of it left his face red and heart hammering at the possibility (Y/N) was describing them, his face in mind when she was writing (friendly blushing, of course, because they’re friends, he tried to convince himself).

His stalking led him to noticing many things. The items she had saved on her online shopping cart (he went through her phone). The books she read (mostly of slasher horror, fantasy, and true crime, but he did notice a couple of manipulation and deception, whatever those were for). He noticed the TV shows she enjoyed. He noticed the pattern of stuffed animals she had; big and fluffy and cute, oddly enough for her personality. Even learning her favorite foods in each category.

All these details help create an image of (Y/N) in his head, each new thread of information helping perfect the image and expand ideas of how to react in situations and what to buy for gifts (friendship gifts, of course).

Unfortunately, his prayers of her not noticing could not be answered (whether there was no God or he wanted to see Hitoshi suffer for his sins), as he was caught. Many times.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, sleepy eyes recognizing her phone case in Hitoshi’s hands, along with seeing the threads of messages he was reading.

“Nothing.” He spoke, waving it off despite the sweat rolling down his face from being caught.

He’s been caught scrolling through her phone while she slept.

“Toshi? What are you doing all the way over there? I can walk to the mailbox myself.” (Y/N) shouted, spotting Hitoshi from down the street when she got too paranoid and turned around to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

“The weather is nice!” Hitoshi shouted.

“But… it’s pouring? And you don’t like getting wet?” (Y/N) spoke.

Caught tailing her in public (not only to the mailbox, but the grocery store).

Those were only two scenarios of the many stalking situations he’s been finding himself in. He tells himself it’s just to make sure she doesn’t learn the truth, and if she does, keep her mouth shut, but he’s convinced it’s because of the beating in his heart. The heat in his face. The sudden inability to breathe. The soothing tranquility of her touch. The luring relaxation of her voice. The blood rush to his ears and—

“Toshi? What are you doing out my window? It’s 2 A.M?” (Y/N) spoke, suddenly opening her window and scaring the soul out of Hitoshi.

“I—Uh.” He stammered. “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) spoke. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep without you either. Come in. It’s cold out there.”

Hitoshi climbed into her room, shutting the window behind him as she walked to her door and locked it.

“You know, you’ve been acting a little weird lately. Mind telling me?” (Y/N) questioned.

Hitoshi looked to the side, unsure of what excuse he can use this time.

“It’s complicated.” He sighed.

“Sure is. You’ve been on edge for weeks.” (Y/N) pointed out, walking to Hitoshi. “Could it be? No…” she muttered, purposely audible for Hitoshi to hear her.

It’s time to let the mask slip.

“What?” Hitoshi spoke quickly, alarmed.

He knew Karma couldn’t be trusted.

“It’s just… Karma told me something funny a few weeks ago. The day after the those boys committed suicide. But it’s probably noth—“ he was so quick, she didn’t even notice he moved until she felt herself get shoved down onto her bed.

He had pushed her down and pinned her wrists, his legs in between her legs, trapping her from trying to escape him. Her fear of men be damned, he couldn’t even remember that if he tried to, at the moment he was too worried on what she knew. He needed to know what she knew.

“What did she say, (Y/N)?” Hitoshi muttered, his voice quiet, as if scared anyone else would hear their conversation, serious enough to acknowledge her name (something rare from him).

“She said you killed them. Hiro, Yamada, Jāo, Gen, and Kishō.” (Y/N) spoke.

“She’s a liar.” Hitoshi snapped.

“Oh, but it makes sense, Hitoshi.” (Y/N) retorted, a smile growing on her face.

For the first time, he didn’t like her saying his full name. Not as sinisterly as she said it.

“You left that same night they died. You left late. There was a paper on your desk that had Karma’s handwriting. I read their names and the addresses. Then you left when I fell asleep. I woke up because you weren’t there and Karma was on watch. You came home hours later with gloves on your hand and your clothes smelt like the woods and Jāo’s cologne. You showered right when you came back and crawled back in bed. My pocket knife I stole from Gen was missing, found at the crime scene later on the news.” She explained. “Why aren't you the killer?”

“It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to.” He hissed.

“Oh? Hitoshi, what happened to you saying you didn’t kill them? I thought Karma lied, you said.” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Fuck. I-I… I did. I did do it.” Hitoshi confessed, his lungs having a hard time breathing at his confession, as if telling him to not utter the words. “But I didn’t mean to.”

“How could you not mean to? You got their addresses. You figured out where they were. You walked hours to them. You were fully dressed and tied your shoes. You had gloves, rope, my pocket knife. You couldn’t stopped at one, at two, at three, hell even four, but you stopped at five. You stopped your murder spree when there was no other man left to kill.” (Y/N) explained. “You know what that makes you? Do you know what killing five people makes you? Not only a murderer, or even a serial killer, but a mass murderer.”

Wow, Karma really set him up on that. Was that planned?

“It. Was. An. Accident.” Hitoshi hissed, his grip on her wrists tightening.

“You can say that, I can say that—the police won’t.” (Y/N) hummed.

His heart fell out of his chest, betrayal lacing his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. You’re almost making me feel bad.” (Y/N) pouted. “Why’d you do it? Huh?”

“I…” he paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves as he started shaking. “I was mad. They hurt you—and that wasn’t even the first time. They could’ve done worse if Karma didn’t step in.” He confessed. “I wanted you to be safe. For them to never hurt you, I killed them for you.”

Yeah, he killed them for her. She’s safe now. He saved her. She’s basically indebted to him now. The least she can do is keep a measly secret for him.

“Jāo was killed different. Why?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Just felt like it…” Hitoshi muttered, adverting her eyes.

“He was my favorite one.” (Y/N) hummed. “He was cute too. I would’ve gave him more than one kiss, but—“

“Shut up!” Hitoshi snapped, his grip tightening on her wrists more.

She relished the pain, imagining the bruises for later as she let out a giggle, obviously enjoying this little moment between them.

“You were jealous. I knew it.” She laughed. “You wanted your own kiss, didn’t you?”

Hitoshi refused to look at her, his jaw tight and clenched as his eyebrows were furrowed, showing his rage.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” (Y/N) barked, gaining his attention.

She thought it was funny, she was the one pinned under him yet she held entire control of the conversation and situation.

“Now tell me, were you jealous of Jāo? Were you jealous that I patched him up? That I kissed—“

“Yes.” Hitoshi hissed, his teeth gritting together as he cut her off, anything so he didn’t have to hear the dreadful details of the two sharing an intimate moment he should’ve had with her.

(Y/N) hummed, pleased of his submission.

“You know. I didn’t kiss his lips. I could’ve, but I saved that for you.” (Y/N) admitted. “You’re the only one I would want to kiss like that.”

“…Huh?” Hitoshi voiced, confused.

A few moments ago, she was beating it into his head that he’s a mass murderer, and now she’s talking about wanting to kiss him?

“I can’t do that if you’re in jail. So, let’s make a deal.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll keep your secret safe if you kiss me. A real kiss, not a peck.”

“W-what? But… we’re friends. Friends don’t kiss each other.” Hitoshi mumbled.

“That’s because we’re special friends. Me and you have been together for a long time, so we’re special friends. Special friends can kiss each other.” (Y/N) explained. “You said you wanted to kiss me, did you not?” she questioned, tilting her head and licking her lips so a gloss appeared on them.

“I-I mean… yeah.” His words are getting twisted by her, he knows that much, but he also knows she’s speaking the truth he tried to hide under his words “but—“

“I’m willing to go to jail for you. I’m willing to be an accomplice to murder, the least you can do is kiss me, Hitoshi.” She spoke, pouting her lips.

He was shocked, unsure of what to do. His heart told him to do it, but his brain had alarms going off at her red flags he’s just now noticed. He’s too deep in now, and if he backed down now, she can easily turn him in and wouldn’t be an accomplice because she’d have the excuse of “not knowing” until now since he gave an official confession.

He’s not sure when he leaned in, but found himself giving in as he brought a hand up to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. (Y/N) used the opportunity to take her hand and rest it on his cheek, using her other hand to grab his shirt and pull him in closer, resting his chest on hers. Hitoshi pulled away after a few seconds, maybe three.

“My lips are now sealed.” She whispered, looking into his eyes with nothing but sickening-sweet adoration.

Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh. He hopes that she’s better at keeping a secret than Karma. He looked down and noticed the smile on her face, her cheeks red as she looked up at him.

“See? It wasn’t so bad! Did it taste like strawberry?” she questioned.

Hitoshi took a moment to think. He couldn't exactly focus on the kiss, not his with pounding heart or shaky hands. The fear of almost being caught and blackmailed, then the sudden request of a kiss, was working his heart and brain overtime. He couldn't even process the kiss, his first purposeful kiss (both kisses that he coincidentally shared with her).

"I-I don't know..." He muttered. "I gu—"

(Y/N) grabbed his shirt and smashed her lips onto his, stealing another kiss from him. His eyes widened, shocked at her boldness, but he soon closed his eyes, taking the time to relish the taste of her lips like how she wanted. His hands found their way to her head, wrapping his fingers around her tresses and positioning her head in a more comfortable position for them both. She gave his bottom lip an experimental lick, silently telling him to do that same. He did, and somehow the intoxicating strawberry taste got stronger, like a drug he couldn't get enough of. Before the kiss could develop any further, she pulled away. He found himself chasing her lips for a second before gaining his composure. A fire red took over his cheeks, ashamed of how caught up he had himself over a little kiss with his best friend.

"Did you taste it then?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry to tease him.

He nodded, adverting her eyes so he didn't have to look at them and have his heart quicken again.

"Tastes good, yeah?" (Y/N) questioned, receiving another nod from him. "You can kiss me as much as you'd like to taste it again."

Her comment shocked him, forcing his eyes back to her as he opened his mouth.

"But—"

"Special friends, remember? We're allowed to kiss each other." (Y/N) spoke, before her lips turned into a pout. "Do you think I'm lying to you? You think I'd like to you, Toshi?"

Hitoshi noticed how she went back to using his nickname again. He was a little relieved of that, it must mean that the tense situation disappeared. Hitoshi realized that even know he wasn't pinning her arms anymore, he still had her caged on her bed.

"Oh, sorry." He muttered, backing up a bit to give her space before remembering her question. "No... I don't think you'd lie to me."

He honestly wasn't sure he believed his answer himself. He believes he's lying to himself too.

"Don't be sorry." (Y/N) smiled. "I liked it." She confessed.

Hitoshi looked down to advert his eyes, noticing the marks he left on her purple wrists.

"Ah, crap. Your wrists..." he pointed out.

He wanted to reach out and touch them, gently rub them in hopes that their normal pale color would reappear and the dark red marks would disappear. He didn't even realize how rough he was treating her.

"I'm sorry." He finally got out.

(Y/N) trailed her eyes down to them, noticing the coloring. It'll bruise later, but she doesn't mind, she actually looks forward to seeing the vibrant color later.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Hitoshi." (Y/N) waved off.

"But I hurt you." He spoke, his eyebrows furrowed, angry in himself. "I told you I killed them to protect you, but I ended up hurting you."

"Hitoshi..." (Y/N) sighed.

She used his first name, becoming serious once more (something he didn't quite like, not after everything that's happened tonight). She stood up from her bed and walked towards Hitoshi. She noted that he didn't even try to back up, he just stayed in place and watched as she got closer, close enough to rest her hands on Hitoshi's face, forcing him to make eye contact with her so he knew she was being serious.

"I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I wouldn't have let you pin me down for as long as you did if I felt unsafe." (Y/N) admitted.

Hitoshi nodded, his nerves at ease as he looked into her eyes, before noticing the way she started smiling.

"Besides, it felt good. I like it when you do it." (Y/N) confessed, backing up from him to give him space. "You should do it more, yeah?" she hummed.

Hitoshi almost choked on air at her confession, his eyes darting to her as he gulped air down.

"Hey! Y-you can't just say that!" Hitoshi spluttered.

"What? I'm just being honest." She smirked. "Anyways, you're probably tired, huh? It's been such an emotional roller coaster for you. Come to bed."

Hitoshi hesitated for a second. After everything they've been through tonight, is it really a good idea to sleep in the same bed with the girl who not only is blackmailing him, but who he was also kissing just moments ago? His mind grew fuzzy just remembering the kiss again. He's convinced she has her own brainwashing quirk, there's no way a memory should have that much of an influence on his heart.

(Y/N) was already in pajamas, but she went through her drawers and gave a pair of clothes for Hitoshi. She unlocked her bedroom door and walked out of her room, going to her bathroom to brush her hair and use the restroom. She left Hitoshi with his thoughts.

He's not sure if (Y/N) is a sociopath or a psychopath or both. Considering her mood swings tonight; from prying, to cunning, to straight up manipulation, to teasing, to seriousness, to manipulation, to teasing once more. He's certain a stable and normal person wouldn't act like that (he's also sure a "stable and normal person such as himself" would stick around and deal with this too).

As (Y/N) brushed her hair in the bathroom, Karma tried leaving her, but (Y/N) fought her reigns.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, accidentally speaking out loud, then recognizing she was verbally speaking and retreating to the subspace Karma and her shared to communicate with one another in private.

I'm not going to let you cause anymore trouble! (Y/N) huffed.

I can't believe you allowed me to stay in your body during that kiss! With absolutely no warning given to me! Karma snapped.

I didn't know it would happen, besides, you didn't feel it. (Y/N) sighed.

I don't want to be in your body at night with him anymore! she whined. Who knows what else you both will do! Teenagers and their damn hormones!

Shut up! (Y/N) growled. Fine. You can leave at night, as long as you stay in the house and don't communicate with anyone!

She knew damn well Karma would leave the house, she just hopes she won't create as much trouble as she has lately.

Deal. Karma agreed.

(Y/N) sighed, pulling up her nightgown so Karma could leave her body without ripping her clothes. Karma quickly escaping, turning to look at (Y/N) before running through the bathroom door, going who knows where.

(Y/N) opened the door and walked back to Hitoshi, opening her bedroom door before turning around and shutting it, locking it behind her. She crawled into bed and opened the covers for him, noticing the slight tensing of his shoulders before he relaxed, laying down in bed with her yet keep his distance.

Like I'm going to allow that. (Y/N) thought, scooting closer to Hitoshi and grabbing his head, leading it to her chest and making him the little spoon as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before resting her hand on his hair and threading her fingers through his hair.

She noticed how his eyes widened, and before he could speak, she stopped it.

"It's about time for you to be the little spoon now." She spoke, then smiled. "Want a goodnight kiss?" she teased.

Hitoshi let out an exhale of air to let out a huff, rolling his eyes to seem annoyed, but she knew he wasn't by how the corners of his lips raised and how his cheeks had a dusted pink sunset on them. He leaned up and gave her a goodnight peck on the lips. Even though it was a peck, she supposes it'll suffice.

She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, but she knew he didn't mind it either.

That was the last of what I had for this series! The Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader is currently my main priority to write, so the next chapter for this series might take some time.

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Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), bullying, violence, sexual harassment, and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words.

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, ongoing.

QUIRK INFO (important for story): Quirk's name is Karma. While it's unknown what exactly Karma is, she has her own feelings, thoughts, and shadow-like form. Karma is extremely manipulative and enjoys chaos and trouble, yet has a hidden soft side. Karma can take the blows with little damage done to her or (Y/N), yet she tires (Y/N) out greatly when used. Karma's body is made of dense gas. (Y/N) and Karma can communicate telepathically. When Karma is out of (Y/N)'s body, (Y/N) is unstable and emotional. Karma can alter her shape, shape-shiftng since she's a shadow, but she mainly retains the same silhouette of (Y/N)

(Y/N)'s father was a Pro Hero and had moved to Japan for a promotion, bringing his family and his six year old daughter along with. (Y/N) remembered saying goodbye to her friends with absolutely no reason to call them or promise it when they asked if they'd keep in contact. When she moved away she didn't expect all the culture changes such as the tradition, foods, festivals, people, and language. It was all so confusing to navigate through for the young mind.

With her father's promotion came a tutor who would teach the family Japanese. By ten, (Y/N) was fluent in Japanese with minor mix-ups and such. She didn't have any friends in Japan and was labeled a loner because not only was she foreign, but she couldn't speak their language either. Now that she could speak Japanese, she could understand what the kids would yell at her.

Japanese bullies are absolutely ruthless, way more than in America. Americans just like to push and shove you, call you names in the hallways, give you swirlies and write on a paper “kick me!” and tape it onto your back (she's never been a victim of it since she was decently popular at her old school, but she's seen it happen to others). Japanese bullies slam you against lockers with force, write death messages on your desk, hit and stab you with sharp objects, corner you in alleys and beat you up, even going as far as to breaking into your home and vandalizing it. (Y/N) have been subjected to this. It didn’t help that she was quirkless (at the time) and didn’t speak Japanese.

She wanted to tell her father but he was at work all the time. She wanted to tell her mother but she had left her father before they moved to Japan. She wanted to tell the teachers but she couldn’t speak their language and they could class less as they obviously saw the signs yet did nothing to stop it.

(Y/N) was seven years old and walked into her classroom, taking a seat at her desk with neat handwriting written on it. She didn’t have to know Japanese to understand it meant she wasn’t welcomed. The kids in her class liked to grab the whiteboard erasers and hit them on the sides of her head, leaving powdered white chalk dust in her hair and school uniform.

She didn’t want to fight them because she didn’t want the bullying to escalate, nor could she speak their language and tell them to stop. She also didn’t want to get suspended and have her father get mad or disappointed in her. However, one day when (Y/N) sat at her vandalized desk and the four girls grabbed the whiteboard erasers, she felt something in her snap.

It pissed her off that they didn’t like her. Everyone at her old school had no problem liking her, why couldn't they? She was a foreigner and Japan didn’t like new things, they thought new was scary. They didn’t even try to get to know her or even show her kindness, so why should she keep up her act?

She stood up quickly and winded her fist back, punching the black-haired girl with all her might. The girl flew back and hit some desks, causing some students to gasp and others to laugh. (Y/N)'s fists and body were shaking and her face was red and hot as angry tears rolled down her face.

When one of the girl's friends tried to grab (Y/N)'s hair, she dodged yet fell to her knees. A shock of pain hit her feeling as if her back was being torn apart by a pair of dull scissors as the back of her uniform ripped opened. A shadow crawled out, one who was not happy at all. They punched the girl in front of (Y/N), then grabbed her and arm pulled her up.

“Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring the pain in her back or the wet blood trickles from her spine to the back of her legs.

“Less talking, more punching.” The shadow huffed, running up and tackling another one of the girls.

Surprisingly, for her first school fight, she held out decent, thanks to the mysterious shadow.

“Karma, motherfucker!” (Y/N) shouted, kicking the last girl in the head.

That was the end of our brawl before her and the shadow got dragged into the principal’s office. He chewed them out but (Y/N) honestly had no idea was he was saying and neither did the shadow.

(Y/N)'s father had to pick her up from school and the shadow stuck around, seemingly confused on what to do now. Her father was mad, but it turned to confusion once he noticed the shadow.

“So, what do we call you?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Hm…” the shadow thought to themself, thinking. “Just call me Karma. I liked the way it was said earlier. It sounded badass.” The shadow, Karma, giggled.

It was the day (Y/N) found new hope to stand up for herself. A beacon of light that was installed into her soul so that she could walk through the dark without worry. She realized she could use my fists as a way to defend herself and provide safety for herself. She wasn't only fighting for herself now; she was fighting for her family's name, her happiness, and her second half, Karma. After that fight, no other bullies decided to mess with (Y/N); physically, at least. They still called her names behind her back, but they didn't decide to physically torment her anymore. Some kids tried to be friends with her but she paid no attention to them, especially because they were the kids who sat back and laughed when the bullying happened.

When she turned ten and understood full Japanese, she found herself pondering on what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be a writer, a nurse, and a hero. (Y/N) eventually decided she wanted to be someone who'd help and care for civilians as a hero and have a side hobby as a writer for fun.

She was more of a loner at school which made school really boring and long, especially because of having no friends to talk to pass time, so she decided she wanted to make friends. She wanted to make friends with a loner too, that way she didn’t have to fight for their attention with other friends, and a loner would be more likely to accept her friendship and not make fun of her like others in groups would. She didn't really care what their personality would be, in fact, she would probably enjoy it if they were extroverted and loud—the opposite of her—just so she could have someone to entertain her long enough during the school hours until she can go home.

For the few weeks she studied the kids around me, during class and during lunch, for the perfect candidate victim. It wasn’t until she was in class hearing about the "villain" in class 2C. She listened to the conversation the two boys were having, hearing them gossip about the guy's quirk being basically mind-control and how he’d be an upcoming villain.

Well, with people talking about him like that, I wouldn’t doubt he’d become a villain. (Y/N) thought to herself.

Mind-control? That sounds awesome! Karma said.

Well, I'm glad you see some light in it. (Y/N) thought.

I want to be friends with him. Karma spoke. We can use him to brainwash the entire school into doing our every bid and command.

That sounds like too much work. (Y/N) thought. I don't want to do something so tiring.

Hard work pays off. Ooo, we should have him tell kids to kill themselves! Yeah! Take a swan dive down the school roof like they told us! Karma cheered on.

No, Karma. We're not doing that. (Y/N) thought to herself. Besides, we have to find this kid. We don't even know what he looks like.

The bell rang and (Y/N) stood up from class. Since the two boys were talking about the unnamed kid rather rudely, it's a good bet that the kid is a loner, possibly even getting bullied himself. She just had to find a kid who's a loner and getting bullied. Turns out, that's easy when you're in middle school. Word gets around, literally.

A locker in the hallway was dented and had red and white spray painted words on the locker, telling the owner of the locker to "go kill themselves" and to "give up being a hero"

So the kid dreams of being a hero? (Y/N) thought to herself, watching as the paint dripped down, still obviously wet.

Lame. Karma thought.

We're trying to be the same thing. (Y/N) pointed out.

You just want your dad to praise you, I'm just in it to kick ass. Karma retorted.

(Y/N) stared at the locker, watching to see if anybody would be brave enough to walk up and claim it as their own. A boy with indigo purple hair and bags under his eyes walked to it, not even bothering to read the words—as if he already knows what's there—and opened the locker, smearing white spray paint onto his hand.

Poor boy. (Y/N) thought, feeling a slight hint of pity for him.

Only slightly.

She noticed a duo of boys walk to the locker, recognizing them from her class as the—Hiro and Yamada, their names were—and started walking up to the unsuspecting boy. She passed the boy and got in the two bullies way, preventing them from getting to the boy.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized.

They tried to move a different direction but she just purposely got in their way again, stepping in between them and the boy.

“Sorry.” She smiled nervously.

He’s aware of the situation now and is on guard. Karma informed (Y/N).

“Move it, American bitch.” Hiro said, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her out of their way.

(Y/N) resisted the urge to turn around and grab his shoulder, punch him in the face.

I got this. Karma spoke.

No. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it, we can potentially scare off the boy if we get violent. (Y/N) informed.

Fine… Karma sighed, annoyed at there being no action today.

(Y/N) wiped Hiro’s touch off her jacket’s shoulder (a jacket that doesn’t follow the dress code’s uniform, but she doesn’t care and the teachers don’t care enough either) and turned around.

She saw the indigo boy walk away and the two other boys go a separate way.

Well, at least he’s safe. She thought.

Normally, she would’ve completely ignored the scene and look around to see whose recording so she can find the video later and send it to those in exchange for some information, so she found it strange that she decided to step it (let alone with the boy realizing it, so she can’t tell him he owes her a favor).

Well, I couldn’t let him get beaten up in front of me. It would be a bad impression if he spotted me in the crowd watching him getting ganged up on. (Y/N) thought. Why doesn’t he just decide to control their minds to make them go away?

(Y/N) kept track of his dull purple hair and followed it through the school body, following him out of the school and into the back of the gardens where he sat under a tree. He stared at the clouds for some time before dozing off.

Does he not get enough sleep? It would explain his eye bags. Perhaps it’s too loud at home? A abusive household? Insomnia? Studying for school? More thoughts raced in her head and she watched the boy, trying to decide if she’d have him as a friend or not.

He seems fine. Besides, that quirk of his could come really handy for us. Karma persisted.

That’s true. (Y/N) bets she could find a way to get him to do what she wants, but she definitely won’t use him often in case he catches on. Not only that, but being his friend could really help him not turn out to be a villain—that would create problems for all of Japan since he can control people and she might have to fight him one day (she’d be devastated if she lost).

That settles it, Karma. Tomorrow we’re going to be his friend. (Y/N) spoke

Why not now? Karma questioned impatiently.

I don’t want to wake him up and have him mad at us—that could blow our chances. (Y/N) reasoned.

While the two argued telepathically, the boy questioned why she could be here. He noticed what she did for him in the hallway, but why would the foreigner risk becoming a larger target by helping him out? Was it pity?

“Are you just going to stand there?” the indigo boy spoke, opening one of his tired eyes and looking at (Y/N).

“Ah!” (Y/N) jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. “I-uh…” she stammered, trying to find an excuse for her creepy stalking.

Shit! I didn’t think of an excuse since I didn’t expect on meeting him today. (Y/N) thought.

Why don’t you like… punch him to assert your dominance? Karma suggested.

You’re so barbaric. (Y/N) huffed.

At least I’m throwing out ideas! Karma retorted.

Quick! Think of something embarrassing! (Y/N) spoke.

Well, for starters, you purposely trying to embarrass yourself is embarrassing enough, especially for me since I'm associated with y—

That works!

“I…” (Y/N) paused, clasping her hands together and adverting her eyes to look away, her face red in embarrassment. “I just want to be your friend.”

The boy raised his eyebrows, unamused.

Like I believe that… he thought.

(Y/N) noticed his unfazed expression and resisted the urge to scrunch her face in confusion.

Why didn’t my charms work? Usually any boy who sees a nervous blushing girl becomes pudding at my feet? What’s with this guy? (Y/N) thought, the gears turning in her head as she avoided eye contact to keep up her act.

Maybe he’s gay? Karma questioned.

“I just…” (Y/N) mentally sighed, resisting the urge not to cringe at her next words, “want to be friends!”

Silence. The only thing that could be heard was the slight breeze of the wind hitting the tree leaves above the two.

“No thanks.” the indigo boy spoke, closing both his eyes.

Excuse me? (Y/N) and Karma thought simultaneously.

How dare he say that? How dare he reject us?! We’re probably the most special thing that’s ever happened in his life and he’s rejecting our blessing of alliance? I pity the fool! Karma shouted.

Perhaps he’s just shy? Or maybe thinks we’re playing a joke on him? We should work to building rapport! (Y/N) reasoned.

Let’s just find another kid! Absolutely this guy is too dumb to be hanging around the likes of us. Karma huffed.

We can’t do that! (Y/N) declared rather firmly.

Why not? Don’t tell me you got a crush! Karma groaned.

No way! (Y/N) shouted, her face going red whilst the indigo boy opened his eyes, looking confused to find her still here.

“Can you leave now?” he questioned.

This boy rejected my advances. No boy has ever been able to reject me when I purposely threw myself at them! Who is this boy and how does his brain work? (Y/N) thought, a morbid sense of curiosity forming inside her head.

I need to find out how his head works. I need to know how he thinks and why he thinks. This friendship of ours will be like no other! (Y/N) declared strongly inside her head.

Great. Here I thought I was the crazy one. Karma sighed.

“What is your name?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring (forgetting) his previous question as she walked over and sat down in front of him.

“…Huh?” the indigo boy voiced.

“What’s your name? I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” (Y/N) introduced.

“Can you go away?” the indigo boy restated.

“Can’t you at least tell me your name before I leave?” (Y/N) pouted, a slight frown on her face at his words.

Why isn’t he just playing into it? she wondered.

The boy stared at her for a few seconds (ones that felt like an eternity), before he sighed.

“Hitoshi Shinso. Now go.” He spoke.

“As promised, I will leave.” (Y/N) smiled, satisfied at the small step as she stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinso.”

“Wait, no. No you will not-“ he spoke, but was cut off by (Y/N).

“Bye now!” (Y/N) smiled, running away and waving.

See? It worked out! (Y/N) pridefully smirked.

As if. He had no interest in you. Karma sneered.

Yet. He has no interest yet. I’ll make him be my friend. (Y/N) stated confidently.

Why him? Sure he has a cool quirk and a gay mind but that’s it. Karma sighed.

I guess… (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to tell Karma. He didn’t fall for my tricks. No man or woman has been able to resist me when I wanted them to yearn for me.

I think you just got sloppy. Or maybe these Japanese men are prone to American women? Karma questioned.

It doesn’t matter. Right now we should be thinking about how to earn his trust. (Y/N) explained.

Give him food. Karma suggested.

What is he? A dog? (Y/N) sassed, then thought about it. Actually… not too shabby, Karma. It’s lunchtime and he didn’t have any lunch today, we should make him one for tomorrow.

You doubt my smarts until I’m needed. Karma huffed.

Put a sock in it. (Y/N) sighed, not feeling like arguing anymore with Karma today.

Give him meat. Men like meat. Make it raw, it makes them feel as if they killed the food themselves. Karma spoke.

I want you to take back what you said about being smart earlier. And I want you to shut up because that was a ridiculous idea, you damn barbarian. I’m convinced that you’re a soul from my past life that’s come to haunt me. (Y/N) deadpanned. . . The day went slow as did her mind. She found herself falling asleep in the classroom, resting her head on her elbows and closing her eyes for what she hoped would be a quick power nap, ending up being the next two hours of school. This late into the year the teacher had already grown customary to the girl’s annoying habits.

“Well, sleep is needed to grow…” she would say whenever a student questioned why (Y/N) got to sleep in class undisturbed.

The first few times she answered this question she was met with a “Then she sure needs it, height-wise.” from Hiro usually. Now, Hiro and Yamada won’t bother trying to wake her up since she just goes right back to sleep (it’s not fun picking on a sleeping person that cannot comprehend your bullying).

The bell rang and everyone left the class except for the sleeping girl. The teacher erased the chalkboard and gathered her class papers from today, checking everyone’s work. She grabbed (Y/N)'s paper and did a quick check, deeming she was smart enough to sleep in class tomorrow if she fell asleep, and gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) jumped violently, shooting up and looking at the teacher.

“The bell rang. It’s time to go home now.” The teacher smiled.

“Damn— I-I mean wow. Already? Okay.” (Y/N) corrected herself, wiping the drool off her face and fixing her hair.

She stood up from her desk and gathered her school supplies, shoving them into her backpack and rushing out of the classroom.

“Thank you for waking me up! Have a nice day, miss!” (Y/N) spoke, waving bye before running out into the hallway.

She went to the back of the school and ignored the druggies and gangs back there. As long as you don’t make eye-contact with them, they won’t bother you. She uses this route since it helps her stay away from the bullies in her class who wait at the front gates. (Y/N) jumps the back gate to run to her neighborhood and so far the kids haven’t caught onto her route yet.

(Y/N) made it to the back gate fence and started to climb up, before stopping.

Hiro and his gang are waiting for any easy target at those front gates. Is it possibly Shinso could be there too? (Y/N) thought.

Karma, can you go take care of that? (Y/N) questioned (ordered), jumping down the fence and taking off her jacket so Karma can leave her body without damaging it on her way out.

What am I, your dog? Karma snapped.

I mean…

Don’t even finish it. Karma huffed, crawling out of (Y/N)'s body.

By now it can barely hurt anymore, the pain numbing overtime. It doesn’t hurt or scar as much as it did the first few times, by now her body has grown accustomed and adapted to the invasion and retreat of Karma’s form. Karma left her body, allowing (Y/N) to climb up the school’s back gate and run home. Meanwhile, Karma ventured out to the front courtyard without a care in the world.

Karma waited in the shadows of the school’s gate, looking for the purple-haired boy before finally finding him walking outside.

(Y/N) will get mad at me if I fight with those boys, but she’ll get mad if I don’t do anything either to save the brat. Karma thought, huffing. I still think I should just punch the kid to assert dominance, or at least find a new victim to befriend.

Karma walked out of the shadow’s gates just as the bullies started to circle Shinso. Karma pushed the boys out of her way and grabbed Shinso’s arm.

“Hey! It’s that foreigner's quirk!” one of the bullies shouted, recognizing the shadow’s figure.

Oops, maybe I should’ve changed forms beforehand. Oh well. Karma thought, not really putting enough disappointment in her thoughts as she started running away with Shinso to the back of the school.

“What are you doing?!” Shinso shouted, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Saving you from getting your ass kicked, duh!” Karma retorted.

“I don’t need your help!” he hissed.

“Too bad.” Karma commented.

She let go of Shinso’s hand and ran through the gate, looking back at Shinso.

“Let’s go, moron!” she exclaimed impatiently.

Shinso muttered something under his breath and groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing the metal wiring, climbing up the fence. He landed on the ground and looked at Karma, waiting for their next move.

Shouts could be heard on the other side of the fence before banging on the metal. Shinso turned to see Hiro and Yamada there with their big group of four now. They all started to climb one another to get over the fence.

“C’mon, brat.” Karma huffed, grabbing Shinso’s arm again and started running, dragging Shinso with. “Where do you live?” Karma questioned.

“Like I’d tell you that.” Shinso scoffed.

“Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you as you do me, but the brat just needs to make sure you’re safe.” Karma complained.

“Well I do—wait, who?” Shinso questioned.

“Obviously that girl from earlier. Like anyone else wants something to do with you.” Karma snarked. “That girl is just insane and dumb! I wouldn’t want to be her friend either if I was you, but I’m not and I’m stuck with her for life!”

“You’re her quirk?” Shinso questioned. “Like, the foreign girl’s quirk?”

“Quite a reputation we have. You falling for us?” Karma gleamed.

“In your dreams…” Shinso muttered. “What’s she want with me anyways?”

“To be your friend.” Karma spoke, resisting the urge for her to add on “oh, but I want your power!”

“I don’t want to be her friend.” Shinso deadpanned.

“Join the club.” Karma commented. “Anyways, why don’t you just beat up them bullies? You got that mind-control quirk right? Just tell them to leave you alone or something.”

“You don’t worry about it.” Shinso snapped rudely.

“Pardon my French, did I hit a nerve?” Karma smiled. “What? Can't control your quirk or something? You afraid of something? C’mon, the girl ain’t here to hear how much of a shitty person you are.”

Shinso suddenly stopped running, causing Karma to stop running too.

“This is my place. You and the girl leave me alone now.” Shinso demanded, glaring at the shadow before walking up to his apartment’s door.

“No thank you?!” Karma questioned, shouting at Shinso.

Shinso flipped her off before opening the door and slamming it shut.

“What a pain in the ass…” Karma sighed, looking around to see where she was.

She realized that she wasn’t far from (Y/N)'s neighborhood and laughed.

“Oh, (Y/N) will love this!” Karma cackled, skipping her merry way down the streets.

Karma made it to the house and walked through the door, looking around before finding (Y/N) in the kitchen.

“How’d it go?” (Y/N) questioned, cooking up some meat.

“Good. What are you cooking?” Karma questioned, trying to steal a piece of meat.

“Ah! No! Not for you!” (Y/N) scolded, hitting Karma’s hand away. “You can’t even eat it! You have no mouth. I’m basically the mother bird throwing chewed up food into your mouth.”

“Please reframe from saying that.” Karma cringed.

“Please reframe from stealing Shinso’s food.” (Y/N) retorted.

“It is for the brat? He said he doesn’t want to see you or me anymore.” Karma spoke, relaying what Shinso said to her earlier.

“He says that, but he’ll think twice after trying some of this!” (Y/N) beamed.

“What is it?” Karma questioned.

“Well, I don’t know what his favorite food is. So I figured I’d put all of the food categories together! He wants to be a hero, so I did protein such as chicken and steak. Vegetables like celery and carrots. Fruit like strawberries and blueberries. I’ll make homemade bread rolls later for grain. And apple juice!” (Y/N) explained. "So he can grow up big and strong!"

“And you say you’re not in love with him, correct?” Karma teased.

“You’re funny.” (Y/N) growled, shooting Karma a nasty look. “The last time I liked someone was in Kindergarten, and he confessed to me then a year later gained a crush on my best friend and left me!”

“You must’ve not been good enough. With that personality, I don’t blame him.” Karma teased, resorting in (Y/N) throwing a wooden spoon at Karma.

Karma quickly ducked and raised her fist at (Y/N) since she didn’t have a face to return the glare.

“Definitely not good enough.” Karma huffed.

“Done talking? Ready to go back?” (Y/N) grumbled.

“No. I want to stay out longer. I rarely get to come out!” Karma whined.

“Then quite being a brat.” (Y/N) huffed.

“No promises.” Karma smirked. . . Shinso stared at the blank ceiling in his room, tired but not finding it easy to slumber (like always it seems). Usually all that would be on his mind is how he can’t sleep, but today he found his thoughts drifting off—more specifically about the girl and her quirk.

That girl is stubborn, so is the quirk. The quirk seems to have its own personality, can that be possible? And what’s with the girl, (Y/N), trying to be my friend? Does she really feel that bad for me? Shinso thought.

I guess it makes sense, she is a foreigner so she’s not well-liked in the school. Others don’t like me because of my quirk. Hell, some might not like her because of her own quirk after that incident a few years ago. Shinso thought.

Shinso remembered hearing about how a foreigner got in a fight with Hiro and Yamada, the two bullies that’s been stuck in her classes for four years now and just can’t seem to take a break (you think the first beating you’d leave them alone). He hasn’t heard of any other fights between them, and judging by how Karma ran from them when she helped kidnapped him, they're still fighting.

Not only that, but even though he was rude to her (rightfully so, she interrupted his nap, or at least he was going to try to nap), she still decided to stick around and was even bold enough to say she was coming back tomorrow!

That’s a lot of confidence for someone bullied, let alone a foreigner. Does she not realize my quirk? Shinso thought.

No, the shadow quirk knew of my quirk, so obviously the girl ([Y/N], I think she said her name was) knew of my quirk too. So why did she get close to me knowing what I could do? he wondered.

All these thoughts clouded his mind and kept him up when what usually kept him up at night was how quiet it’d be in his life—suddenly he’s being chased by a stubborn girl and her questionable quirk. . . (Y/N) threw on her uniform’s shirt and skirt (breaking the dress code as usual by getting rid of her tie and keeping her collar unbuttoned), throwing on her jacket and brushing out her hair. She grabbed all her belongings and shoved them in her bag and sprayed perfume on herself.

She walked out of her room and grabbed her backpack along with two bags of food, the lunch she prepared yesterday. She walked out her house and down her street, doing her best to remember where her school was.

Yesterday she spent an extra ten minutes trying to figure out where her house was since she had forgotten the directions, so she ended up giving up and pulling out her GPS. Karma, luckily, was here to guide (Y/N) to school.

Did I ever tell you the good news? Karma questioned.

You’re leaving me? (Y/N) teased.

If only it were that easy to rid myself of you… Karma sighed. No, the brat lives near us. In fact, I can guide you to his house.

Hm. Tempting. But I don’t want to see Shinso just now, I want to surprise him during lunch. (Y/N) explained.

Surprise? But you have already told him you’re seeing him? Karma pointed out.

I’m surprising him with lunch! (Y/N) reminded. Shinso is gonna be so happy when he sees I thought about him and his health that I cooked for him! He’s going to be so trusting of me that he’ll be my friend and I can finally have someone fun to talk to! (Y/N) spoke, a smile on her face as she walked with an extra hop in her step.

And he’ll be a powerful ally of ours! With our strength combined, we can take on the world! Karma beamed.

You mean save it? Ya know, since we’re going to be heroes and all. (Y/N) pointed out.

Of course, that’s what I meant. Karma corrected lazily (not exactly meaning what she said).

(Y/N) walked into the school courtyard and took off her home shoes and replaced them with school shoes. She placed the lunches in her locker so they don’t get stolen (or destroyed by Hiro and Yamada). She made it to her class and sat down, already excited for lunch so she can go win Shinso’s trust. . . The bell for lunch finally rang (much to [Y/N]'s excitement) and she stood up for class eagerly. She made sure to walk out the second door, furthest away from Hiro and Yamada, that way she can make a run for it in the hallways and hopefully lose the two bullies in the crowd.

She pushed and shoved her way through the student body, finally getting to her locker and quickly unlocking it, making sure to grab both lunches and lock the locker back up. She noticed the two bullies closing in behind her and made haste, running into the woman’s bathroom and going into a stall.

Karma, distract them while I go to Shinso. Don’t let them know where he hangs out at lunch, we can’t have him losing trust in us by leading bullies to him! (Y/N) ordered.

And no beating them up? Karma sighed.

No beating them up. (Y/N) confirmed, taking off her jacket.

Man, I hate being such a goody-two-shoes. Karma complained, leaving (Y/N)'s body.

(Y/N) threw on her jacket again, carefully walking out of the stall and out into the hallways. Karma must’ve shoved Hiro and Yamada away from the hallway, allowing (Y/N) the chance at escaping through the school’s side-exit and making it to the tree Shinso was laying under yesterday.

Instead of expecting to see Shinso trying to sleep, she saw him lying under the tree with both eyes open, looking up at the sky. (Y/N) cleared her throat, quickly brushing her hair with her fingers and patting down her uniform.

“Shinso!” (Y/N) smiled, effectively gaining his attention as he turned his head her way.

(Y/N) jogged up to him and gave him a smile, plopping down in front of him so he couldn’t quite avoid her eye contact, creating a more vulnerable and intimate environment for the two of them.

“I got you something.” (Y/N) spoke, hanging Shinso a bag as he looked at it (with more interest than he’d like to admit) and accepted the bag.

“You really didn’t have to...” Shinso muttered, opening the bag and finding the clumsily wrapped container.

He wanted to laugh at her wrapping skills, but he was somewhat-thankful she made him something. After all, he doesn’t have much energy to eat, so having her actually put thought into him and take time out of her day to make him something made him want to smile (almost).

“But I wanted to! I noticed how yesterday you didn’t eat lunch, and lunch is important for you because it helps you grow.” (Y/N) explained. “You want to be a hero right? You need to be strong and healthy.”

(Y/N) noticed the droop in Shinso’s eyes at her words, resulting in (Y/N) wanting to punch herself.

Damn it! I messed up! (Y/N) thought.

Duh, it was creepy how you knew his dream job. Karma explained, telepathically communicating with (Y/N) despite being somewhere around the school.

No! Well yeah, but I said hero and that's what set him off! He gets bullied for wanting to be one because of that quirk of his. (Y/N) groaned.

(Y/N) decided to keep her smile and ignore Shinso’s frown, deciding it would be best to not try and pry information from him just yet.

“Well? Eat up, Shin! I wanna see how you like it.” (Y/N) spoke, allowing his mind to focus on the nickname she gave him.

He sighed and opened the containers lid, taking the fork too and taking a bite of the steak inside.

“It’s good...” Shinso muttered a compliment once he finished chewing his food.

“Thank you! I had a hard time figuring out what I should make you so I figured this would work.” (Y/N) explained, opening her own container and digging in. “Hey, while we eat, let’s get to know each other. Yeah?”

Shinso shot her a glare, displeased at her idea. (Y/N) paid no mind to it as she thought of a question to ask him.

“What’s your favorite color?” (Y/N) questioned.

“That’s how you’re going to get to know me?” Shinso asked, obvious judgement in his voice.

“Would you rather have me ask you something personal such as where you live?” (Y/N) questioned.

“… Purple.” Shinso sighed.

“I’m not surprised. It’s the color of your hair.” (Y/N) smiled. “My favorite color is (f/c). I like how it matches everything. Now, do you have a question you want to ask me?”

Shinso nodded, taking a blueberry and plopping it into his mouth.

“Mm, why are you trying to be friends with me?” Shinso questioned.

“Would you like the truth or the lie?” (Y/N) spoke, answering his question with her own.

Shinso blinked, stopped his chewing so he can look up at her face instead of his food. He noticed how her blue eyes pierced into his purple ones, sending a electric shock of either discomfort or surprise (most likely both).

He certainly wasn’t expecting that response.

“Um… the truth?” Shinso spoke, almost hesitant of his answer.

“I get bored throughout the day, so I wanna make friends. People here don’t like me because I’m a foreigner, and they don’t like you because of your quirk, so I figured we can be friends since we’re both unliked by those with low intelligence.” (Y/N) smiled before grabbing a raspberry from her container and chewing it.

“You do realize I’m dangerous, right?” Shinso questioned, his tone sounding as if he was calling (Y/N) stupid.

“Oh, have you not realized by now? I don’t care about how scary you are, I just wanna be friends with you.” (Y/N) spoke dully, taking a bite of her roll.

Shinso felt his heart speed up a bit, deciding to chalk it up to the sun’s heat as he adverted his eyes.

“Are all you Americans like this?” Shinso sighed.

“Mm, probably not. I’m a really special person, all the more you should be friends with me~” (Y/N) sing-songed, watching as Shinso took a bite of his own roll, unconsciously mimicking her actions and now paying attention to her body language (just as she wanted; his attention).

“If I be friends with you, will you leave me alone?” Shinso questioned.

“Nope.” (Y/N) admitted.

“And if I’m not friends with you?” Shinso questioned.

“Also a hard no.” (Y/N) responded.

“So… basically I have no say?” Shinso concluded.

“Ding, ding, ding! Your prize is this blueberry!” (Y/N) smiled goofily, throwing a blueberry at Shinso.

Shinso purposely moved his head away from her shot, causing her to frown.

“You were supposed to eat that! That’s your prize!” she huffed.

“Whoops.” Shinso muttered, not sorry at all.

“What about a favorite animal?” (Y/N) questioned.

Shinso doesn’t really understand how these elementary questions can help her get to know him, but he supposes it’s sort of nice icebreaker between the two.

“Cats.” Shinso spoke, causing (Y/N)'s face to scrunch up. “What?”

“Little devils… like chihuahuas…” she grumbled. “I’m more of a big dog person.”

“But they drool and are always bouncing off the walls.” Shinso grimaced.

“But at least they go on walks with you, and play with you and are fun. Cats liked to hit you and break things and huff hairballs.” (Y/N) defended. “Why do you like cats?”

“They’re quiet and sleep. Leave them to their devices and they’re fine.” Shinso explained.

“I’ve owned only one cat, and that cat is the only exception to my heart.” (Y/N) explained. “You ever own any dogs?”

“No way.” Shinso spoke, resisting the urge to scrunch up his face at just the thought.

“Suit yourself.” (Y/N) shrugged. “You come up with the next question.”

“Why’d you move here?” Shinso asked.

“My dad’s job. Promotion for his hero job.” (Y/N) explained.

“So you plan on being a hero too?” Shinso questioned.

“Might as well, I mean, it’s expected of me. I don’t have much passions either, and the ones I do have I don’t have enough energy to make it a job.” She admitted.

“Shocking.” Shinso commented.

This girl? Too little energy? Sound impossible, but he just met her yesterday so there’s not much to go off about her. It made Shinso wonder what else he doesn’t know about her.

He found himself being immersed into her little 20 questions game along with the food and atmosphere. Whatever she’s planning, she’s real good at it, but he won’t put his guard down just yet.

The bell rang, signaling their game and food was up.

“Where’s your class? I’ll walk you.” (Y/N) offered.

Shinso stood up from his spot and silently led (Y/N) to his classroom while she talked, saying random things and whatever was on her mind (or at least make it seem she was saying whatever). By doing it, it made is seem as if she trusted him—that way she could earn his friendship quicker.

She learned early on that people are very willing to talk about anything with “stupid” or “air-headed” people, so she makes it an effort to contribute that to her public personality when she feels it’s needed. Shinso would probably let information slip from his mouth and assume she was too dumb enough to look into it—just as long as she gains his trust, that is, which is why she needs to keep up this act.

Usually, she’d rather be the introvert of her friends. She liked to listen and learn, but she’s more than willing to laugh and crack jokes too, though it’s been awhile since she’s had a genuine laugh from someone else in her life other than Karma and her.

“Shinso, I heard from Karma that we walk the same way after school. We should meet up.” (Y/N) suggested, making it to Shinso’s classroom and stopping at the door.

“Karma?” Shinso questioned, confused on who that could be until it clicked. “Your quirk has their own name?”

“Yes, she does. Own thoughts and feelings too.” (Y/N) explained.

I’ve never heard a quirk that’s self-conscious. Shinso thought.

“So, what do you say?” (Y/N) questioned, secretly impatient for his answer despite Karma already knowing where he lives.

“I mean… sure?” Shinso agreed, albeit a bit hesitant.

“I’ll meet you here, okay?” (Y/N) smiled, giddy as she ran down the hall to make it to her classroom.

I don’t appreciate him calling me a ‘quirk’” Karma huffed.

What do you mean? (Y/N) questioned

He said it with an attitude. Karma retorted.

I think you’re jealous he likes me more. (Y/N) spoke, resisting the urge to publicly smirk.

He must’ve got inside your head to have you talking like that. Karma snarled.

Doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s building trust for us. I supposed being disliked for so long makes you open up to the nearest person who shows interest—and fast. (Y/N) explained. . . The day ended as (Y/N) maneuvered her way out of sight from Hiro and Yamada’s vision, heading to Shinso's class.

She saw the tuff of purple hair from Shinso and smiled, resisting the urge to run up and grab his shoulder, greeting him with a big flashy smile.

I can’t touch him. He doesn’t seem like someone who’d appreciate physical contact. I haven’t earned his trust all the way to get to that stage, but I’ve won his friendship. (Y/N) thought to herself.

She instead opted to run and smile at Shinso, leaving the physical intimacy for another day.

“Hey, Shin! Ya ready to go home?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Yeah.” Shinso responded, leading the way to the lockers for (Y/N) to follow.

“How was class?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Mm… Fine.” Shinso spoke, a little hesitant as he put genuine thought into his answer instead of going on auto-pilot like a normal person would.

It made (Y/N) smile at the small clue. Shinso’s body language allows her to know and learn all about him. She wonders if he knows this.

“My class was boring. I had to do math, do you know I hate math?” (Y/N) sighed, speaking the truth.

“It’s… interesting alright.” Shinso spoke, voicing his own opinion on it.

“What’s your favorite subject?” (Y/N) questioned, going back to her elementary icebreakers.

“Maybe language arts, it’s the quietest subject.” Shinso explained.

“That’s my favorite too!” (Y/N) beamed. “Would you look at that, Shin. We have something in common.”

“Great…” Shinso murmured, the two of them reaching the lockers.

They unlocked their lockers and changed their shoes. When they finished, (Y/N) tugged Shinso’s backpack.

“We have to go through the courtyard. Hiro and the others will be waiting for us at the side-gate looking to ambush us, especially after that stunt from yesterday.” (Y/N) explained.

Shinso hummed, walking out of the school’s front doors to the open front gates. He noticed her still cling onto his backpack and ignored the way his heart pumped an extra beat at realizing this.

“Do you have a favorite juice?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Juice? Never thought about it.” Shinso admitted. “Maybe orange juice?”

“Shame on you.” (Y/N) huffed. “That’s only best for breakfast. Apple juice is obviously superior.”

“Really? So red apples or green apples?” he questioned.

“Green! They have the perfect sourness and tartness to them.” (Y/N) answered without any hesitation, smiling that he was entertaining her little performance.

“Wrong answer.” Shinso spoke. “Red, specifically gala apples, are the best apples.”

“Mm. No!” (Y/N) spoke, shaking her head. “I could’ve never expected you to believe in such falsehoods, Shin. A little disappointed, but hopefully you can win me back with this; what’s better? Pink lemonade or regular lemonade?”

“Aren’t they just the same taste but with different colors?” Shinso questioned.

“Oh!” (Y/N) feigned a gasp. “How could you? Obviously not! At least… not all that much. They have different tastes because strawberry juice is added into pink lemonade to make it pink.” (Y/N) explained.

“Pink lemonade I guess.” Shinso spoke, opting to choose what he hoped was the correct answer (he doesn’t taste a difference in either lemonade).

“Phew. I’m glad we see eye to eye. You earn three brownie points.” (Y/N) sighed in relief.

Shinso resisted the urge to smirk, instead keeping his gaze intensely focused on the road ahead of him so he doesn’t crack a smile. Shinso led (Y/N) down to his neighborhood before he stopped in front of his house, ending their question game.

“You going to be okay walking alone?” Shinso questioned, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Worried about lil ol’ me?” (Y/N) teased. “Don’t worry! I have Karma. We can take anyone on!” (Y/N) beamed, raising her arms to show him her “muscles” (not like it did any good with her jacket blocking the nonexistent muscles).

Shinso looked at her hesitantly, seeming to have an internal struggle inside his head, before letting out a sigh as his shoulders drooped.

“Do you have a cellphone?” he questioned.

“Yep.” (Y/N) answered without second thought. “Why? Wanna get my number and ask me on a date?” she teased once more as she pulled her phone out from her backpack.

“You wish.” Shinso stared blankly, taking her phone once she unlocked it.

He typed his phone number in and added his contact name.

“Text me when you get home. Who knows what could happen, you might run into a villain.” Shinso spoke, handing (Y/N) her phone back.

She stared at him, shocked at the gesture and his words. He genuinely cared for her? A girl he was trying to get rid of just yesterday?

She felt her heart race as her face started to heat up. She let out a fake laugh in hopes of throwing Shinso off her sudden quietness and smiled.

“Okay, Shin. I’ll meet you here tomorrow and we’ll walk to school together, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

Shinso nodded in agreement. The two exchanged a look at each other, nothing but silence before (Y/N) threw him another smile.

“Try not to miss me too much!” she spoke, waving at him as she walked down the street to head home.

Your heart. Karma suddenly spoke.

What about it? (Y/N) questioned.

It skipped a few beats earlier. Is your heart in danger or ill? Karma asked.

I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Y/N) said, acting clueless.

I felt it! There’s something wrong with it! Karma argued.

No. I was just surprised. (Y/N) excused. Forget about it and help us home so we can text Shinso and not leave him worrying. . . Shinso waited patiently in front of his apartment for (Y/N). He looked at the clouds before hearing her footsteps, turning to face her.

“Morning, Shin!” (Y/N) greeted.

“Morning.” Shinso returned, starting their walk to school together.

“How did you sleep?” (Y/N) questioned, making small talk to pass the time.

“I slept okay.” Shinso murmured.

I got three hours, that’s better than most nights. Shinso thought.

“That’s good. I slept…” (Y/N) paused, thinking of her answer. “Okay too.”

Eight hours is not enough for me, I don’t care what anyone says. (Y/N) thought, slightly irritated.

“Hey, did you eat breakfast?” (Y/N) questioned.

Now that he’s thinking about it, he didn’t. He doesn’t ever eat breakfast. His morning routine consists of sleeping and dressing, then heading out the door. The last time his parents cooked breakfast for him was when he was three (before they knew of his quirk).

“No.” Shinso admitted.

“We should get somethin’ from the vendors. It’s not good to learn on an empty stomach.” (Y/N) explained. “And this here is for lunch.” She spoke, gesturing to the lunches she made for them both. “Speaking of lunch. Here. Don’t try eating it now.”

Shinso accepted the bag and held it in his hand, carrying it for himself.

“What's inside?” he questioned.

“You got to found out at lunch.” (Y/N) smiled.

Normally Shinso wouldn’t entertain such ideas from others, but he doesn’t quite find himself caring too much about what was made, only that she made it herself (once again, putting time into caring for his well-being).

He decided to acknowledge this with a hum.

“Okay. What’s your music taste?” (Y/N) questioned.

Shinso stayed silent to think about what was most popular on his playlist. It was mostly just lofi-beats with mixing of slow depressing (or sometimes love) songs.

“Mostly lofi.” He admitted.

“Oooo, good genre! I like it too, but I like all music.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Impossible. Anyone that says they like all music has at least one genre they don’t like.” Shinso spoke.

“Try me.” She smiled confidently.

“Rap?”

“Have it.”

“Pop?”

“Yep.”

“Rock?”

“Rock on!"

“Hip-hop.”

“Yep-pers.”

“Spanish?”

“Sí.”

“Metal?”

“My favorite.”

“20’s?”

“Fancy it.”

Shinso paused, thinking.

“Japanese death metal?”

“You won’t believe it! Yeah!” (Y/N) smiled.

“Hm. I’m officially impressed.” Shinso admitted, his eyebrows raised slightly to show this.

“Aren’t I just the best? I’m so awesome.” (Y/N) giggled.

Shinso decided not to answer that, already deciding that she had too much of a ego.

“Okay. Now, favorite slushie flavor?” (Y/N) asked.

The questions went on as they shared their answers (Shinso even being able to throw in some questions like “what’s your favorite candy?” just some simple questions since [Y/N] seemed to like them).

They made it to school and changed their shoes, putting their lunches in their lockers. (Y/N) bought Shinso and her granola bars from the school vending machines for breakfast, then offered to walk Shinso to his class so the two could spend some more time together. He ended up agreeing as they both enjoyed the last few minutes together.

“Hey, what’s your class?” Shinso questioned, eating his granola bar.

“H-802, why?” (Y/N) asked.

Same class as Hiro and Yamada. Shinso thought. There’s no doubt she’s not subjected to some type of harassment from those two in class.

“Just so I know where you are.” Shinso spoke, then realized how creepy that sounded. “I mean like, so I know who your teacher is and all. Like, because I’m curious if we’re near each other? That way it’s easier to meet up and—“

“I understand, Shin. No worries.” (Y/N) giggled, enjoying the way he tried it needlessly defend himself over something so small.

He obviously is not good in social situations. (Y/N) thought warmly.

I thought that was obvious. Karma commented.

Shinso nodded, ignoring the fire growing on his face from his embarrassment.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled.

Shinso nodded once more, watching as (Y/N) walked away from him.

She’s not so bad. Shinso thought. It’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be to have her hanging out with me. . . The bell rang as Shinso stood up and walked out of class. He waited a few minutes for (Y/N) outside of his classroom before giving up.

Did she ditch me? he thought. She could’ve been wanting to be my friend as a prank or a bet.

A bad taste formed in his mouth as that last thought it. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked that she actually made it seem like she wanted to get to know him better.

He took a deep breath to gather this thoughts and emotions before sighing.

Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t grow attached. He thought to himself.

He started to head off to his tree as he started walking down the hallway. He heard a familiar laughter and ducked into an empty classroom.

Hiro and Yamada were in the hallway, laughing to their hearts content with their little group.

“Should even up your other eye since you let her get that hit on you.” One of the boys, Jāo, laughed.

She? Are they talking about (Y/N)?

“Lucky shot. She swung wildly since I took her glasses off. Blinder than a bat.” Kishō chuckled. “Besides, I got her good with that punch? You see how much blood came pouring out of her mouth? Think she bit her tongue.”

“I hope so. Maybe bite it off so she’d keep that smart mouth of hers shut.” Hiro commented. “It was really getting boring so I’m glad she presented the opportunity.”

“I almost feel bad because of how easy it was.” Yamada laughed.

Of course it’d be easy. Five against two is no bragging right. Shinso thought, irritated.

“I don’t want to hear you talking. You got hit with a metal chair five times.” Hiro laughed.

“Like you can talk. She really tried stabbing you with a pair of scissors after I finally got the damn chair out of her hands. Would’ve got you too if I didn’t help you.” Yamada growled.

“Aw! We should’ve cut her hair too while we were at it! It’s about time for her to get a new look, it’s a waste of long hair with how she doesn’t style it.” Jāo exclaimed.

“We always have tomorrow. We can catch her during lunch while she’s sleeping and the teacher leaves. She’s bound to fall asleep in class again soon.” Hiro explained.

They’re going to corner her and plan more? As if what they did today wasn’t enough? Shinso thought as they passed the room he was in, their obnoxious voices still being heard loud and clear in his ears as they walked further down the hall.

“Teacher’s favorite. Seriously, how does she have good grades and sleep in class?” Yamada huffed. “Huh, maybe we can spread a rumor about her sleeping with the teacher? Yeah?”

Shinso heard enough. He stepped out of the classroom and made his way towards the group who had their backs turned.

“Where is she?” Shinso questioned, glaring at Hiro.

“Aw, damn it! He heard! He’s going to snitch.” Kishō exclaimed.

“Like I’d tell—“ Hiro’s eyes went white, falling under Shinso’s quirk.

“Where is (L/N)?” Shinso repeated.

“H-813.” Hiro relayed.

“Do you want to fight?!” Jaō challenged, walking up to Shinso.

Shinso broke Hiro’s hypnosis and looked at Jāo, readying his question. It’s best to take down Hiro first due to his quirk.

“Are you stupid?” Shinso insulted.

“Are yo—“ Jaō answered Shinso’s statement, succumbing to Shinso’s quirk just as Hiro did earlier.

“Punch Hiro.” Shinso commanded.

Jāo’s movements were swift. Before any boy in the group could protest, Hiro got knocked out coldly.

“Fight Yamada.” Shinso directed.

Jāo charged at Yamada while Yamada avoided the attacks, unsure what to do; fight his brainwashed friend or run? Jāo decided for him as he grabbed Yamada’s sleeve while he moved away, pulling Yamada back and slamming his head into the floor, pulling it up only to slam it back down again. He waited until he heard Yamada’s nose crack and his eyes roll back before Shinso let out of the reigns.

“Kishō, are you going to run?” Shinso questioned.

“Monster! You and your qu-“ Kishō fell into Shinso’s control all too easily just as everyone else did.

“Knock out Jāo.” Shinso commanded.

“You play dirty...” Jāo muttered, rubbing his knuckles from the punch he gave Hiro earlier.

Kishō kicked Jāo in between his legs, making Jāo fall to the ground quickly. He kicked Jāo’s head into the nearest wall and left him there. Kishō’s back was facing Shinso as he broke Kishō’s mind-control, then grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, giving him a good punch in the mouth to even it out for (Y/N) and her jaw.

Kishō got knocked out as Shinso looked around at the mess he made. Nobody was fatally injured or even severely, however he’s not sure he can say the same for (Y/N).

Room H-813 is what Hiro said. Shinso thought, walking down the hallway the boys came from and looked at the classroom signs.

He found the room and opened the door, finding (Y/N) and Karma both together. Karma held bandages while (Y/N) looked out the window. They both heard the door open, taking a few seconds to think to themselves.

Are they back for more? What the hell? (Y/N) thought.

This time I’m really going to beat them! Karma shouted. I'm going after the kid with the quirk-blocker first!

They noticed it was Shinso instead, observing the state of both of them. (Y/N)'s fists were red (no doubt going to be a deep purple tomorrow) along with the side of her jaw. Her glasses were tilted awkwardly on her face but luckily not broken. She had some scratch marks on her neck and wrists along with some bruising, but luckily she wasn’t in a bad state. Karma looked… like Karma. All pitch black with no harm done to her.

“Shinso?” (Y/N) spoke, confused and on guard. “Why aren’t you eating? Did you not like lunch? I’ll make something different for you tomorrow.”

“Are you okay? You’re not too hurt are you?” Shinso questioned, walking up to the two.

Karma moved away for Shinso to take over, more than glad that he would fill in her position as the caretaker/nurse.

“Oh, nah! I’m fine.” (Y/N) lie with a smile.

“Bullshit.” Shinso scoffed, making (Y/N) frown. “What happened? Why did they do it?”

“How do you know it was plural?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Saw Hiro and his buddies in the hallway. They were talking about what they did so I took care of them.” Shinso spoke.

“As in brainwash?!” Karma beamed.

“Yeah… I guess I did.” Shinso muttered, recalling Kishō calling him a monster.

“Shinso…” (Y/N) murmured. “Thank you. You didn’t have to defend me like that, especially since they could’ve made you one of their larger targets now.”

“I don’t care about that. What happens that made them get so violent with you?” Shinso questioned.

“Oh, you know. Wrong place wrong time.” (Y/N) sighed. “They have a knack for picking on me. Last time they actually hurt me like that must’ve been a month ago.”

“Why aren’t you doing anything about it? Tell a teacher or your parents.” Shinso questioned.

“It only creates a bigger target on my back. I’m disliked as it is since I’m a foreigner. Hateful adults are much worse than hateful kids. They know I’m getting bullied but they won’t bother doing anything about it because I’m American.” (Y/N) explained. “Besides, the school year is almost over. Middle school is starting soon so I figured I’d see them less.”

“From now on stick with me. I’ll walk you to class instead.” Shinso sighed.

“You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough.” (Y/N) explained.

“I don’t take no as in answer.” Shinso added on. “Do you want me to help you bandage up or do you have that down?”

“No offense, especially after everything you’ve done, but I feel more comfortable for Karma to help me.” (Y/N) admitted as Karma took Shinso’s spot from across (Y/N) and picked up the bandages and alcohol packets.

(Y/N) kept quiet, staring at Karma as they seemed to share a silent telepathic moment, before (Y/N) sighed.

“You know, when they cornered me, I was downright terrified they’d do much more than beat me up.” (Y/N) admitted. “I’m glad they just beat me up. I heard Japan has more intense bullying, so I was afraid it be more than a few punches.”

“Mm… I guess that does happen in Japan more than America.” Shinso hummed.

“Doesn’t help that she has a fear of guys.” Karma teased, aiming to humiliate (Y/N).

“Shut up.” (Y/N) hissed as Karma wiped blood off (Y/N)'s busted lip.

Shinso blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting that. He would’ve never guessed, not with how forward she is towards him.

“Yeah, shocker.” (Y/N) huffed, noticing Shinso’s reaction. “Had it instilled in me growing up from my dad’s teachings. It just got worse over the years because of some incidents.” (Y/N) explained.

“I’m sorry.” Shinso muttered. “Do you… want me to leave?” he questioned, realizing the position they’re in.

She did get beaten up by a group of guys just earlier, and now she’s alone and weak with another guy who she just met three days ago. Shinso understands if she'd rather not be around him right now.

“I don’t care.” She spoke all too quickly, before feeling bad at her snapping at him when he was only looking to make her comfortable. “I mean… you can stay. You don’t bother me as much as other guys. You’re…” she paused. “Just different I guess. More comforting…” she paused, allowing Shinso to gain his thoughts.

His heartbeat spiked a little, a blush growing on his face at her confession.

“…Is that weird?” she sighed.

“Very.” Karma jumped in quickly.

“No. I don’t think so.” Shinso admitted.

Karma looked at the two of them staring at each other, sensing a type of chemistry between the two.

“Blegh! Let me leave the room before you two take off each other’s clothes and fuck.” Karma commented vulgarly.

“Karma!” (Y/N) exclaimed, a fire growing on her face as Shinso adverted his eyes. “We’re ten!”

“Pre-teen pregnancy exists.” Karma spoke carelessly, shrugging her shoulders.

“Do you want to go back?” (Y/N) threatened.

“So you can continue without me?” Karma teased.

(Y/N) shot Karma a glare while Shinso decided not to intervene in their little bicker.

"I'm sorry. She has a mind of her own." (Y/N) sighed.

"Or not! Maybe my mind is the dark inner thoughts of you, (Y/N). Think about it." Karma spoke.

If she had a face, she'd be grinning wolfishly. (Y/N)'s surprised Karma didn't grow horns to help back up her theory.

Are you trying to make him leave us? Just when we’ve gained some form of rapport? (Y/N) questioned.

Being nice is so boring though. Besides, if you’re going to be friends with him, he’s going to have to get used to me. Karma explained.

Not even I can get used to you and it’s been four years now with you. (Y/N) huffed.

(Y/N) and Karma glared at each other, telepathically communicating and leaving Shinso out of the conversation as Karma mindlessly applied cream to (Y/N)'s bruises on her arms. They broke out of their connection and Karma turned to Shinso, excited for what she’s about to say.

“Come and get an eyeful while you can, lover boy. I gotta tend to her wounds under her shirt.” Karma teased.

“Knock it off!” (Y/N) huffed, slapping Karma on her arm.

Shinso immediately turned around to advert his eyes.

“Thanks, but no.” He sighed, ignoring the blush on his face or the stammer of his heart.

“Your loss.” Karma sighed.

“Aw, thank you.” (Y/N) said, teasing Karma.

“I didn’t mean it in that sense.” Karma huffed.

Karma tended to the bruises on her stomach and rib-cage, giving extra hard pokes to see (Y/N) squirm and cuss her out, keeping the air lively and care-free.

“Shin, do you think you’d get in trouble with the school for messing with Hiro and them?” (Y/N) questioned.

“If anything, they should be the ones getting in trouble. I just settled the score.” Shinso spoke smoothly, watching the two interact together since Karma no longer had (Y/N)'s shirt up and had started working on her legs.

“They won’t do much, lucky to even get detention for a day.” (Y/N) sighed.

Shinso looked away, thinking of what to say before speaking up.

“I think it’s messed up how they treat you. The kids and adults.” Shinso voiced. “You shouldn’t be treated like that all because you’re a foreigner.”

(Y/N) smiled, her heart racing a bit as she looked at him.

“Thank you. Some people need to be more like you.” (Y/N) spoke.

“There’s a janitors closet down the hall if you both plan on—“

“Shut it, Karma.” (Y/N) growled, angry at Karma for ruining the bittersweet moments.

Hey, moments like these could help him lower his guard with us so could you learn how to shut your mouth and read the room? (Y/N) huffed.

Oh, I’m reading it already. I’m reading that the room’s gonna have foggy windows because he’s gonna pin you and have hot—

I HOPE YOU DIE! (Y/N) screamed, embarrassed.

You’d be useless without me. Karma pointed out.

(Y/N) gave Karma another glare as Karma finished caring for (Y/N). Just as she did, the bell rang, signaling lunch ended.

“Oh, I’m sorry you couldn’t eat lunch today, Shin.” (Y/N) spoke, faking her tone to sound guilty.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat it when I get home.” Shinso spoke.

Can’t let it go to waste. He thought.

Karma decided to return to (Y/N)'s body. She touched (Y/N)'s back where her clothes opened, a large gash forming before Karma crawled in, then the gash healed.

“Woah…” Shinso thought, amazed and a bit freaked out.

“Much more calmer than how I first reacted when she did that.” (Y/N) laughed.

Shinso shared a smile with her before opening the door, allowing her to walk past him to head to their classes. Shinso insisted very strongly on walking her back to class. He also insisted strongly for him to stay and wait for the group of bullies to show up, at least wait until the teacher returned to the classroom.

“Shin, you’ll be late to class.” (Y/N) reasoned, an embarrassed blush dusting her face as others looked at the odd pairing.

“I don’t care.” Shinso stated plainly.

The bell rang and a few minutes later, the teacher came in. Shinso took it as his cue to leave.

“I’ll meet you here, okay?” Shinso spoke, giving her a “don’t go nowhere else” look.

(Y/N) nodded, a soft blush creeping up on her face due to being so compliant for Shinso. Even if it was just a simple request of his, it felt weird for her to actually decide to listen and do to what he wanted from her.

Your heart is beating fast again. Karma pointed out. These clothes feel too uncomfortable all of a sudden. It’s too hot, take the damn clothes off.

As if! (Y/N) huffed.

She watched Shinso leave before looking around, seeing that Hiro and Yamada never went to class.

Serves them right. (Y/N) thought.

She briefly wondered if she should let Karma go and follow Shinso in case the bullies were planning on attacking Shinso, but she remembered that he was more than capable of kicking their asses (a statement he proved himself).

The teacher started teaching this hour’s new subject, math, a subject that is lucky enough to be called hated and not something more vulgar. It wasn’t even twenty minutes before (Y/N) found her face squished into her arms and hiding her eyes from the schools fluorescent lights. . . Shinso packed his belongings and walked out of the classroom and into (Y/N)'s class, finding her face-down on the desk sleeping.

How long has she been out like this? Shinso thought, noticing the uncomfortable position her back was in.

“Hey, wake up.” Shinso spoke, taking (Y/N)'s pencil who suffered dereliction for who knows how long, and poked her face repeatedly until she woke up.

She opened her eyes groggily and wiped the drool off her mouth, looking up to see who awoken her.

“Hi, Shinso…” (Y/N) muttered, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

She yawned, then flinched at the pain that spread in her jaw, before remembering today’s events and how she got punched there.

“You okay?” Shinso questioned, noticing her flinch of pain as he dropped (Y/N)'s pencil back down onto her desk.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) reassured. “Let’s go home. I wanna go to bed.” (Y/N) spoke, gathering her supplies.

Shinso helped (Y/N) pack up. (Y/N) stood up and groaned.

“Ah, my back…” she complained, letting out a long stretch.

Shinso smiled as he handed (Y/N) her backpack. Shinso took the lead of their walk, heading to the courtyard before (Y/N) stopped him, tugging on the back of his backpack to gain his attention but respect his physical bubble.

“Let’s go the back way. Hiro and his gang might be mad at what you did and try to corner you in the courtyard.” (Y/N) explained. “I’ve had my fair share of fighting today.”

Shinso nodded, changing their direction to the back of the school. They walked back the school garden and made it to the gate, climbing the fence and jumping over it, landing on their feet.

(Y/N) continued her games of questions like nothing serious at school happened today. She was a little hesitant to go back home and face her dad’s wrath, but she decided she’ll hide her injuries and go right to sleep when she gets home. She’ll avoid him to the best of her abilities until at least her busted lip heals up (it shouldn’t be too much of a probably considering he’s a Pro Hero and is gone fairly often).

Shinso walked past his apartment to accompany (Y/N) home. They stopped in front of her apartment and (Y/N) smiled.

“Thank you for bringing me home today, and for beating up those bullies. Again, you didn’t have to, but I greatly appreciate you looking out for me.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Hey, we’re friends, right? Any good friend would’ve done it.” Shinso shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and smiling.

(Y/N) wouldn't, she knew that much—at least not before today. But because he risked lowering his social image even further, she supposes she can even out their score one day.

“Thank you, Shinso. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day.” (Y/N) beamed, waking up to her door and opening it, waving at Shinso before closing it.

She said my full name, not just the nickname. Shinso thought.

He wasn’t quite sure what made his heart feel more fuzzy—her using that nickname for the first time, or her saying his last name for the first time. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if he liked the effect she had on his heart whenever she did something that caught him off-guard.

Shinso headed back home, looking forward to what (Y/N) packed for his lunch today (that will be his dinner tonight). Ever since Shinso discovered his quirk, he’s been nothing short of a disappointment to his parents, barely even a son. Ever since then, Shinso takes care of his meals and chores, but you can’t quite replace physical affection on your own.

Maybe one day. Shinso thought, finding himself entertaining the idea of actually being someone’s lover.

It’s funny to think that it wasn’t so far away, especially with (Y/N)'s morbid curiosity slowly morphing into obsessive infatuation. Why else would she ask so many questions about him other than to perfect her persona for him and only him? Asking questions is a good way of seeing if he’s the right person to be her friend (and later down the road, possible lover).

She is a sucker for a good friends to lover trope. . . Karma noticed (Y/N)'s growing enamor with Shinso rather quickly. When you live in a person’s body and have access to a certain part of their thoughts they share with you, you start to see red flags. By living inside of (Y/N)'s body so long, Karma knows (Y/N)'s normal heart rate, how many breaths she takes, how many blinks a minute, how many thoughts conjugate.

She started noticing how her heart sped up at times when Shinso laughed, smiled, even just seeing him wait for her in the morning or waking her up in class. By the lingering stares (Y/N) gave or the piling thoughts of “what Shinso could be doing, who he’s with, what he’s thinking about, if he’s safe”, it’s extremely safe to say that (Y/N) had a big fat crush on Shinso.

Karma never said anything about it because (Y/N) never did anything about it. (Y/N) never went to extreme lengths, just some mild following around to “make sure he was safe” she’d say. When the second summer came in and (Y/N) requested that Karma would break into the school and change the classroom rosters so (Y/N) could be in the same class as Shinso, Karma confronted her about it.

She was tired of (Y/N)'s constant rants in her head about Shinso. How she tried to justify it by saying “every friend worried for their friend’s safety!” She was sick of having to watch this pathetic “love” story with no form of development. You’d get bored too if you watched the same character pine over the love interest with the main character doing absolutely nothing to make the love interest notice them in that way for years, would you?

“I know you love him.” Karma spoke.

“Huh? What do you mean?” (Y/N) questioned. “He’s my friend. I’m looking out for his safety.”

“Why bother? It’s just a waste of time.” Karma sighed. “He’s proven to take care of himself.”

"Because—" (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to say.

Why does she do this? She’s never done this for any other “friend” she’s had growing up. Now that she has Shinso, she doesn’t seek for any other friendship or even alliance with anyone else. She doesn’t bother knocking on their door right when she wakes up and declares to go into town and hang out with them today. She doesn’t bother making sure anyone else has been fed or insisting they need her assistance with placing a bandage on their skinned knee. She doesn’t bother buying them their favorite candy when she sees it or make sure their lunches are nutritious and healthy while sticking to all his likes.

“Huh…” (Y/N) muttered. “Karma… what’s wrong with me?”

“Your in love, obviously.” Karma snickered. “Has it really taken you two years to realize this? Sheesh. You fell pretty hard too.”

“L-love? Love?!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Oh, no. No, no, no! I can’t be in love. Anything but that!” she exclaimed, tears gathering in her eyes.

“What’s the big deal?” Karma questioned, starting to become genuinely concerned when she saw the tears threatening to fall from (Y/N)'s face.

“I-I can’t! He’s a guy! A boy! They’re bad! All of them! They only want your body and they tear your heart out after they’re done using you. Right? Right?!” (Y/N) spoke, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she relayed her father’s words and past experiences.

Boys are nothing short of terrible, even calling them that is generous enough. They corner you alone in groups when they know you can’t fight back. They spur each other on with competitive bets on who can get into which girl’s pants fastest. They play with your heart and swear they’re only yours and no-one else’s. They talk behind your back. They go after your so-called “best friend” and leave you alone to pick up the love you so carelessly threw at them. They take advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable, pressure you until you give consent you don’t mean, just so that they can finally leave you alone. They take your pride, confidence, love, and respect for yourself and rip it up in front of your face as if it was a small piece of paper.

A nauseous feeling overcame (Y/N), her stomach twisting as her heart sped up. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet while Karma chased her down, holding (Y/N)'s long hair she decided on growing out. Their emotions were both unstable at the moment, either one of them could snap depending on what could be said next. Since they're both separated from each other, it makes it harder to control emotions when part of your amygdala is being shared with another host.

When she finished throwing up, she wiped he mouth with toilet paper and looked at Karma with tears.

“I can’t be in love. Anything but that.” She whimpered, her emotions anything but stable due to Karma running around outside of her body.

She was the one that’s got cornered alone in groups. She was the one they placed bets on. She was the one left once she proved to no longer be fun or refuse to give what they want. She was the one who’d they follow down the street for blocks until she had to lose them in alley-ways. She was the one got left for her best-friend. She was the one whose been tried to be pressured into situations she didn’t like, then they leave because she stood her ground and wanted her boundaries to (can you believe this?) actually respected. She was the one that had her pride, confidence, love, and respect for herself ripped up in front of her face, leaving her to clean up the mess she caused.

She knew it, Karma knew it. Humans were disgusting—but boys were absolutely revolting.

It wasn’t just her that’s been broken by love, she watched the same thing happen to the man she respected and wished to be; her father. Her mother left her with a broken family, angered at their naiveness. (Y/N) saw all the signs of her mother falling in love all over again. She saw her mother start dressing herself up in makeup and buying lingerie. She saw her mother heading out late at night and not getting back until morning, until it shifted to days. She stayed up late at night worrying for her mother’s safety, who she could be with, crying at the possibility that her suspicion was right. Finding bras in mother’s car and multiple text messages from a contact.

Oh how it took a toll on her father. How it made him hate the world—an already distrusting man who has seen far too much to handle—even more than what was thought possible. How it made him absolutely loathe the word "love". How it made him voice his anger out on his daughter, how “all woman are the same. Unfaithful. Dishonest. Dirty whores. Money-crazed maniacs who want a man that’ll treat them like shit. Who wouldn’t give a damn if you died tomorrow.”

To see a man get broken so easily by the oh so heart-throbbing and eye-opening experience called “love”, demented her mind further and into darker places.

When those times became too much, she cried in Shinso’s room. She vented her frustrations out, her theories and her fears until she was red-eyed with tears and snot streaming down her face. She cried and sobbed until feeling like passing out and forcing Karma to carry her home to bed because God knows she would never sleep alone in a room with a boy, even if it was Shinso. And especially, never, ever let him touch her.

Only she was allowed to give him the rare hug to seek comfort she desperately needed, just as long as he didn’t wrap his arms around her back and trap her to where she couldn’t escape his grasp.

Shinso understood this greatly and never once tried to push her boundaries. He was fine with having her grab his backpack or his sleeve to keep him close to her so they didn’t get lost in crowds, just as long as he didn’t have to put that sort of silent devotion and declaration of sticky besotted affection.

Shinso was fine silently forcing space away from her and other men so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared with the closeness between them, especially if there wasn’t much people around. He was fine with her keeping her distance from him when they were hanging out in their room, the window open as an escape-route and the door cracked open for easy access in case she had to scream for help. He was fine with her avoidance of dresses and skirts, ponytail’s and makeup, all to erase the unwanted desire of need from him and other men, to prevent herself from being defiled by their hands and mouths and worse.

He never felt any sort of offense to have her believe such things of him. He understood other girls thought that a boy would never take advantage of them, only for it to actually happen.

Karma stared at her other half, utterly confused on how to cheer her up on such a matter.

“Oi, it’s not like it’ll be the end of the world, idiot.” Karma hissed, roughly shoving her finger into (Y/N)'s cheek. “After all, you don’t gotta say shit to him, just make him love you back.”

“I can’t do that.” (Y/N) retorted. “What if he… I don’t know cheats or something dumb. What if he finds someone better? Aw shit, there’s way more prettier guys and girls than me. What if he finds someone that makes him laugh harder than I can? Wha-“

Another wave of vomit hit her as she redirected her attention to the toilet and vomited.

“You’re acting as if he actually has a chance with other girls.” Karma huffed. “Who else does he hang out with other than you. You’re literally his only option, we’ll make sure of that, won’t we?" Karma’s imaginary grin widen as she chuckled.

“What are you getting at...?” (Y/N) muttered, tired from all the confusing thoughts and feelings.

“Let’s kidnap him. Make sure no-one else can have him.” Karma spoke, leaning into (Y/N)'s face.

“Are you serious? We’d be the top subject other than his parents.” (Y/N) snarled.

“So that’s what’s stopping you? You’d do it if there were no consequences?” Karma beamed.

“N-no. Just—Karma, no! We have to be good.” (Y/N) sighed.

“Let’s move away, take lover boy with us. We’re both not serious about this little hero dream.” Karma explained.

“Hey, I’m serious about this.” (Y/N) huffed.

“Yeah, you’re fooling me.” Karma spoke sarcastically. “Be real, the only reason you’re still here is to be around lover boy. You couldn’t care less if your dad got mad at you for giving up, you just want the boy.”

“That’s not true.” (Y/N) gruffed.

“Only reason you stuck to the dream is so you can go to the same high school as that boy. Keep all the other girls away. I’ve seen the glares you’ve given the girls, the amount of times I had to trip guys for talking to lover boy and the amount of hair spray I had to light on fire for you in the girl's locker room. All for lover boy.” Karma spoke.

“Let’s not jump to such accus—“ (Y/N) spoke, but was cut off by Karma’s manipulative tangent.

“After all we’ve done, we’re just trying to protect lover boy from the world. We know how dangerous it is. Experienced it ourselves. Taking Hitoshi away would prevent him from ever getting hurt. We've done so much for him, the very least he can do it love you.” Karma spoke, adding Shinso’s first name just to try and deepen her words blows (it just hit (Y/N)'s already unstable nerve instead).

“I said no, Karma.” (Y/N) stated firmly. “I’m not going to use Hitoshi like that. I’m not going to stop him from his dreams.”

“(Y/N), do you really believe you’re in that dream?” Karma questioned, her voice all-to-serious compared to her sing-song teasing earlier.

(Y/N) looked at Karma with a glare. They both refused to share each other’s brain section of thoughts, preventing each other from knowing what the other was thinking.

“He’ll leave us. He’ll leave you. What makes you think he’d want us to stick around? We can take him, you can make him fall for you. He’ll be all yours. He’ll be safe and sound. He wouldn’t ever be able to leave you then.”Karma pushed on.

“No. That’s final, Karma.” (Y/N) spoke, heading to walking out the room. “This is the final year you’ll change my class into Hitoshi’s roster. After that, we’ll be in separate classes so we both can get what we want.”

(Y/N) agreed that Karma can join the hero’s department where they fight villains while (Y/N) evacuates civilians and tends to injured people once everyone was out of harms way. That way, Karma can kick people’s ass legally, and (Y/N) can watch from the sidelines, gaining information from the hero world, pleasing her father’s expectations, and watching over Hitoshi.

“I tried to tell you…” Karma sighed, disappointed she failed her mission.

“You mean it though?” (Y/N) questioned.

“There’s many things I mean and don’t. You’ll have to be more specific.” Karma explained.

“I mean, you’ll really make sure that he’ll fall for me? You’ll help me?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Oh, I meant that.” Karma spoke, her imaginary horns growing.

“Why help? You don’t have romantic feelings.” (Y/N) gruffed.

“Gives me something to do. I like spreading chaos. Besides, I think it’d be fun using him.” Karma beamed.

“I don’t want to use him. I want to keep him. I want him to fall in love with me.” (Y/N) stated firmly, her fists shaking. "He can only be mine. No other girls."

“And he will. You’re the expert with manipulation and all, just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.” Karma smiled.

“As if. You’re the one manipulating me into this.” (Y/N) huffed.

“I only learned from the best.” Karma shot back teasingly.

This is the childhood of Hitoshi and reader! We're going to get into high school in the next chapter (that should be released tomorrow). The next chapter will have more scenes of Hitoshi and reader, along with more toxicity and manipulation with reader and Karma.

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Series chapters: Current, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, ongoing.

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