𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡_ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓚𝓪𝓶𝓲

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

I got up, trying not to yelp. I looked at the clock on the bathroom's wall. I still had some time before the lessons would've started. I released a shaky breath and walked towards the sink, washing the blood away from my skin. I'm lucky my shirt didn't get that wet, but I'm not sure I would consider myself 'lucky'.

I grabbed my bag and took out another roll of gaze, wrapping it around my arm. Teachers tell us to always keep a first-aid kit in our bags, in case someone needs medications. It went in my favor, that time. I hissed in pain as I closed the buttons of my shirt, lowering its sleeves to hide the bandages and the blood stains.

I closed the zip of my bag and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to brush my hair and give them a better look. "You look pathetic," I tell myself before walking out of the bathroom.

I reached the door to class 1A. I took a deep breath and slid it open, revealing all the noise inside. I made my way towards my desk.

"Hey Denki! How are you?" Mina asked.

"Morning, bro!" Sero.

"Hi, Denkibro!" Kirishima.

"Morning." Even Bakugō.

"Morning, guys," I murmured, faking a smile. I sat down on my chair and I leaned my head on the table, tiredly.

Bakugō looked at my cheek and frowned. "The hell is that plaster on your face? You hurt anywhere?"

"Oh, this? I popped a pimple this morning and it started bleeding," I justified myself quickly.

I heard a gasp close to me. "D-denki..." Mina called. I turned my head and noticed she was staring at the back of my neck, the only place my shirt wasn't covering. She reached out and pointed at something on my nape.

I couldn't help but wince at her closeness.

She touched a place on my nape and it sent a sting under my skin. "Is this a bru..."

"What?" I asked with a laugh, covering that place with my hand quickly, averting myself from her.

"I-is that a bruise?" she asked, worriedly.

I frowned and scoffed. "What? I don't have bruises, why's that?"

Her black and gold eyes got even more worried. "Denki, that thing on your nape. It is a bruise indeed, how did you get it?"

"Hmm? This one?" I played dumb. "Oh, it's just... I stumbled and fell from the stairs this morning," I lied, my hand still covering my nape.

Sero frowned. "But... but your apartment is on the first floor, man."

Stupid! Why did you come up with an excuse like that?!

"Just..." I searched for another excuse, my hand still placed on my nape. "I..."

"Everyone, make silence." Aizawa-sensei entered the classroom, causing everyone to rush their way to their seats.

Thank God...

"Today your class has a new member. He's from another city in Japan, he moved here to study in your class. We missed a member since Mineta got kicked out," he stated. "His name's Shinsō Hitoshi. Greet him properly."

A guy entered the room. He was clearly embarrassed. He waved a little bit and bowed, leaning his bag on the floor. He had purple, flowy hair and purple eyes. He got up and looked down, scratching the back of his neck.

"Come on, Shinsō. Introduce yourself," Aizawa suggested, pointing at our class.

He stuttered, looking at us. "H-hi everyone. My name is Hitoshi and..." he tried. "I'm sixteen...?" He didn't know what to say next and stood there in silence, causing the class to laugh a bit. He smiled a little.

"Is that all?" Aizawa asked. "Take a seat, then."

The guy nodded, embarrassed, and grabbed his bag. "Where?"

Sensei looked around the classroom and pointed at the empty seat next to my desk with a tired sigh. "There."

It was the last thing I wanted. Ugh. A new classmate sitting right next to me.

Just leave me alone...

Shinsō started walking towards his new desk and put his bag on it. Then he sat on the chair and looked at the blackboard, his foot tapping on the ground nervously.

Now that I had taken a closer look at him, I noticed he was actually really good-looking. He was taller than me. His skin was pale and under his eyes there were dark eyebags who only made him look cooler.

He suddenly looked at me and our eyes met. I blushed a little bit, wincing. He slightly pointed at Aizawa with his chin. I frowned and looked forward.

"Kaminari. Are you even paying attention?" sensei asked.

"Y-yes, s-sensei!" I almost yelled, straightening my back.

"Hmm," he mumbled. "Stand up then. What was I talking about?"

I stood there in silence and Aizawa rubbed his eyes with a thumb, tiredly.

"Hey," Shinsō called in a whisper.

I didn't turn my head. "What?"

Something felt like grabbing my body all of a sudden, freezing it in place. My eyes turned blank and my expression got plain.

"You were talking about the new class schedule," I heard myself saying.

Sensei nodded. "Good. So you were listening. Sit down." Then he turned around and started writing things on the black board. I sat back down on the chair, against my will.

Then I felt something flicking against my arm, where the cuts were.

I withdrew my arm right away, holding it with a hand, as soon as I woke up from the effects of that trance. The pain was so strong I couldn't hold a hiss back. I looked at what poked me and saw a worried new-guy looking at me. His arm was close to mine.

"Did I scare you that much?" he whispered with a slight, uncomfortable smile. "Sorry, I need you to hit something to wake up from my brainwash... I apologize, I used my quirk without your consent."