The Pretty Man

So..

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They arrived on the scene, to find Shoto passed out in an alleyway not too far from te crime scene. Bakugo looked at him snarled and inspected him closer. He realized there wasa slight puncture wound in his neck. Bakugou's eye's widened, and he looked over at Kirishima and showed him the wound. Kirishima said "Bring him to the car." Bakugo and Kirishima walked over to the car, they both helped to lay Todoroki on the back seat of the car. Kirishima said to Bakugo "Go back to where you found him and see if you could see what injected him." When Bakugo walked away, Kirishima inspected Todoroki's neck. He rubbed his finger over the wound, "Wait-" Kirishima thought, "This wound is made out of makeup!" he panicked. "If that's makeup," Kirishima said out loud "Then he's still awa-". Todoroki covered Kirishima's mouth and held a knife he got from the heel of his shoe* at his throat. "Speak and I will not hesitate to kill you" Shoto hissed. Kirishima nodded slightly but still twisted Shoto's hand making him let go of Kirishima. Kiri used this gap to slip out of his grasp and run to Bakugo.
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Time Skipeth brought to you by me have 4 assignments due in 10 mins

When Shoto woke up he was in a grey room with a mirror, He tried to raise his hand to scratch his eyes, only to realize they were handcuffed to the chair. Shoto's eyes darted left to right. He looked into the mirror and much to his surprise, they left his earring. It seems like the guard finally realized Shoto was awake. He said something into his walkie-talkie and Kaminari opened the door. He walked into the room, and said "Hey Todoroki!". Todoroki simply looked at him. Kaminari started making conversation with his. Trying to get Todoroki to talk, but he wouldn't budge, he would simply say "Я хачу гаварыць па-бакугску" (I want to speak to Bakugo). Then Ochako walked into the room. She smiled at Todoroki, and surprisingly Todoroki smiled back. Shoto opened his mouth and said "You're pretty," in his beautiful sing-song voice. She smile grew even wider as she returned the compliment. Although she didn't want to make the seemingly nice person mad, she had too. "You're pretty too, I see now why Bakugo cheated on me with you," Ochako spoke with no hint of lying detected in her voice. When she said those words Shoto's smile dropped. His face turned to a monotone, unreadable glassy look. "Don't you dare bring Bakugo into this conversation.". She smiled and muttered "Weak spot". Shoto then without even letting her have a chance to speak, said "And just for that, I will say no more". Shoto turned his face to the floor. Ochako after seven minutes of saying having Shoto say nothing. She decide to try something "What will make you talk?". Shoto's eyes glanced over to her. He said in a signed to her "Can I speak to Bakugo please?". She smiled at him and nodded her head. Ochako walked back into the room and said to Bakugo "He only wants to talk to you." Bakugo 'tch'ed and walked into the room.

Shoto's POV

I looked up and saw Bakugo's, familiar spiky hair. I felt my face immediately light up. He looked up at me and said "Hey Todoroki Shoto or should I say, Akiro Sato?". I smiled and signed hi. He cocked his head on a side and said "Why won't you talk.". I looked guilty on the floor and pointed at my earring. He raised and eyebrow, then realized what he meant. He nodded and shouted "Why have they not taken the earrings out?". I flinched at the yelling then looked at, Bakugo who was still yelling and saw he was smiling while saying this. He took the earing out of my ear and crushed it under his foot. Bakugo looked back at me and said "Now you have explaining to do"
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I am still in the land of the living!!!
Sorry for not updating. I just realized my quarantine got extended by like 2weeks and I won't get to go anywhere for my birthday ;-;
Anyways,
Hope your having a good day/night,
Love ya💞
~Oni-Chan
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*I think I invented this hack, when me and my friends go out, I always wear wedges because you can make a hole in the heel and hide stuff in there. I have a tiny pocket knife in my compartment*