{Discontinued} 𝙀𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨

- F I V E -

Todoroki beat you in the race to stand. Balled fists implied that he was ready to fight. Yours remained unclenched and prepared, a clear contrast being drawn.

The intruder had entered quietly, closing the door behind him without showing his back. He settled into a position that balanced his weight equally and left his empty hands at their respective sides. His probing eyes shifted from pair to pair in front of him before dragging along your figures, taking in the details of your appearances. A smug smile adorned the rest of his pernicious attributes.

"Who are you?" your cellmate demanded accusingly, emphasizing no word in particular.

After awaiting a reply but receiving none, you prompted another.

"Why are we here?"

Interrogation had been unsuccessful on Genji and Aguni. They'd revealed it wasn't their place to disclose information, but there was an undeniable difference between them and whoever this was. His presence had only matured by thirty seconds, yet he'd held a tone of self-assured control throughout each one. He exuded an unsettling sort of confidence the supervisors didn't.

Your verbal efforts fell upon deaf ears, his only reaction to your inquiries being a slight upward tilt of his chin while he continued to examine your expressions. Though you held your ground well, he seemed to be satisfied with the irresolute courage you were forcing yourself to portray.

After an uncomfortably long wait, the young man landed his half-lidded gaze on the boy.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Shoto."

His voice was low and laced with what couldn't be yet placed as malice, but it certainly left you in disconcertment. That state worsened once he took a lazy step forward.

"I've had to wait quite a while, you know."

The corners of his mouth descended microscopically so that whatever trace of identifiable emotion was rid.

"I don't like to wait."

Bony fingers reached to play with the bicolored locks, but they were immediately slapped away with an icy force.

"Don't touch me," the one who'd been approached spat through gritted teeth. "Answer our questions."

The taller let out a single closed-mouth chuckle.

"You've got a temper, don't you? I'd tame it before it gets you into trouble."

The indirect threat did little to alter the sneer your classmate wore. You worried about what he might do. His aggression was being held off, but it certainly wasn't concealed.

"Such vibrant red hair. Tell me, do you ever get sick of it?"

Todoroki displayed confused offense.

"What?"

"I wonder if it ever repulses you in the way it does me."

He sneered, "What do you care?"

Your chest tightened when the stranger dismissively shifted his focus to you. Now that he was nearer, his physical characteristics could be more readily noted.

The obsidian strands of his undercut fell forward, dangling just below his slender brows so that they didn't cover his most striking feature, his irises, more specifically, their color. They were a toxic hue of chartreuse. You could've sworn they glowed.

Following the sculpted lines of his porcelain face, you noticed two symmetrical, vertical scars underneath each side of his pale bottom lip. They were both short and deeply entrenched, but you couldn't decipher their age. They were elevated and glossy, leading one to believe they'd healed, yet there were what appeared to be fresh lacerations on top. What had caused them was a mystery.