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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.