High School Strangers

The Plan

A/N: For those of you actually have been reading this, thanks a bunch. I'm sorry i haven't updated it a little while but I had a festival to prep and attend and the last day is the day after I am posting this so I've been sort of adding things to this chapter over time. I hope you enjoy.

•-TAISHIRO'S POV-•

I waddled down the hallway and opened the door to the guest room.

It was basically a junk closet. There were a bunch of old clothes i didn't bother throwing away or donating, boxes of paperwork, boxes of crime cases, and of course a huge bed.

I grabbed four boxes and moved it to my bedroom. It was harder to fit through the doorways when I'm big and carrying boxes, so I made myself smaller.

(I did research on his quirk but it didn't specify if he could "deflate" at any time he wanted, so I hope you all don't mind but I'm going to say he can.)

I finished clearing unnecessary items from the bedroom, and then grabbed some extra blankets and pillows from my room.

After I made the bed, I went back down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Y/n seemed to be deep in thought as she ate taiyaki cakes.

I got myself some leftovers and warmed them up in the microwave.

"I would ask you some more questions and today's events, but I think we should rlly about other things."

Y/n directed their attention towards me. Their eyes widened a bit when they looked at me, and they started choking on their food.

I panicked and started to walk quickly towards them until they waved me off.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to startle you. I know I can look sorta odd when I'm skinnier."

Y/n once again waved their hand at me in a dismissive manner as they took a drink.

"I'm fine. You uh, you don't look odd to me. I just uhh.... My food went down the wrong pipe I guess."

I smiled and nodded, then turned back to the microwave to check on my food.

•-YOUR POV-•

This is not good.

How the hell am I supposed to devise a plan when I'm temporarily roommates with the sweetest, cutest, honestly the best guy ever?

Maybe he can help, actually.

No, no. I don't wanna drag an angel into my demon things.

What? What am I even thinking? I'm a demon now? Taishiro's an- Well... yes-

I groaned out loud as I dramatically banged my head on the counter.

Taishiro jumped a bit and turned to me.

"What'd you do that for? You're gonna hurt yourself Y/n. Is something wrong?"

I looked up to see Taishiro dangerously close to my face. He was bent down pretty far since he's freakishly tall.

My eyes widened a bit and I sat up quickly.

"Geez, dude. Don't scare me like that. How can such a huge guy move so quickly and quietly?"

Taishiro chuckled a bit. "Well, I'm not huge right now, I deflated to do some things earlier."

I blinked at him.

"You're like seven feet tall."

He smiled coyly and rubbed the back of his neck. " Heh, ya got me there. Anyway, what's got you so stressed out? Stress isn't good for the body ya know."

I smiled faintly at him and thought for a short moment. Should I tell him? He would probably help me. Would he try and get the cops involved? I don't really want to leave it to the cops in cases any of them are moles.

I think I trust Taishiro. But is it too early to tell. He is letting me in his home. But that means I'm more vulnerable.

I'll figure him out more first.

"I'm just sort of thinking about what happened today." Okay, not a complete lie.

Taishiro gave me a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I probably could have absorbed the impact of the bomb. But for some reason he bomb squad told me I wouldn't be able to. Which is odd because I've absorbed an explosion from the same type of bomb that was used in a horrible terrorist attack before. And it didn't have a huge impact still considering it was covered with the dome. Usually those really help more with a bomb too."

I soaked in this information for a moment.

Then, right about the time the microwave beeped, I realized something.

Maybe the people on the bomb squad were a part of the whole thing too. Maybe the bombers knew I would try to stop them. It would make more since. What kind of bomber talks about their mission out loud on a sidewalk in the area the hero they are bombing patrols?

The kind of bomber who is trying to throw the hero for a loop and hit them when they are looking in the wrong place.

Maybe I don't need to focus on the bomber, but the bomb squad.

I smacked my hand on the table and stood up.

Taishiro jumped at the sudden outburst and dropped his food on the floor. "Aw, man."

I pointed at Taishiro. "I've got to go do something, i'll be back in a bit. Sorry about your food. I'll pick you up something on the way back."

Taishiro smiled. "Do you have money?"

"Yes. Luckily I had my wallet with me so I got some cash left."

And without another word, I ran out of the house.

I left Taishiro's house and jumped from the tops of buildings towards the police station.

I don't trust very many police officers, but if I can be discreet and find out who was on that bomb squad I can prevent anything else from happening.

To be continued...