LOST // BAKUGO X OC

A Letter

A long piece of fabric dropped to the ground, relaxed compared to the frantic movements executed by Shinsou's hand a moment ago. The purple-haired male unwound as his body fell to the floor, staring up at the roof as he gained enough air to return to normal breathing. As tired as his eyes were, they flared with steady streams of determination, giving him enough motivation to keep getting back up.

This time though, he remained on the ground, his mouth opening with a mumble, but Estelle had still managed to pick up his words. "It would be much easier if I had the chance to control you."

Rolling her eyes, Estelle opened her mouth to answer but was stopped as Shinsou lunged back onto his feet, his hands wrapped around his bindings as he tried to capture her. Impressed that he had attempted to use distraction, Estelle moved around the white fabric, her voice steady compared to her rapid movements. "That's the point; Mr Aizawa has been working with you and your new toy. Plus, I doubt I would react well to mind control."

Shinsou froze at her words, his brows furrowing in perplexity as he immediately jerked into question. "What do you mean? You scared I'll make you do something you don't want to?"

Too late to stop herself mid-punch from his surprise stop, Estelle disregarded the male's wince when it connected to his chest. Leaning back, her eyes scrutinised him, her stomach twisting oddly by the strange look dancing across his face. Tilting her head and pursing her lips, Estelle suddenly realised how the words may have sounded.

The tight grit of his teeth made his chin poke out oddly, especially when he turned his head away to avoid her from seeing his eyes. It was too late; Estelle had already realised how much her words seemed to have wounded him, which had never been her intention.

She felt her eyes soften, understanding dawning on her as the memories of their time together flickered through her mind. Shinsou had frequently said that people used to view his quirk as villain-like, unable to differentiate the power from the man. The admission bothered her more than she even recognised; looking back at it, it made sense. Estelle never enjoyed how this world viewed power, correlating it to success in a way that made her feel nauseous.

The way Katsuki was regaled for having a hero's power, the way Izuku was discriminated against for having none, and the way Shinsou was treated for having an ability that had so much potential yet had been written off by everyone around him. Estelle had to wonder if there would ever be any chance of transformation in this world and if they would ever stop having a hierarchy based on power and instead somewhat that of merit.

'It's just wishful thinking.'

Her world was the same, spirits fighting one another, hating or fearing humans. Yet this world fought with each other in the name of good and evil, hating and fearing the other side that it only continued to bleed more violence.

The rules seemed the same no matter what world she was in.

Her eyes stayed on Shinsou's, noticing that he was bracing himself for her words. Her heart plummeted, knowing she was taking too long to answer. His mind was probably spiralling right now. "No, of course not. Hound-Dog says that bad experiences can cause my brain to react poorly. It's not you that I am afraid of."

Her words didn't seem to satisfy him since the purple-haired male only seemed to get more frustrated. Seizing his hair in his hands briefly, the teen sucked in a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he spoke. It didn't work, his voice coming out in a snap as his fists constricted around the capture tape. "What the hell do you mean bad experiences?!"

Biting her lip, Estelle wasn't sure if discussing it was the right thing to do. She mumbled, hoping he would drop the conversation, "It's not a big deal."