•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 74: crazy? I was crazy once. they put me in a room. a padded room. a pa

For the following month my time was divided into 4 rooms of a government research facility.

The first, a training room. Fireproof, soundproof, nonconductive, and whatever other protection needed to contain a walking hurricane.

Here, I would be given 10 different materials a day to control. A voice on the intercom would give me instructions.

'Turn the water to ice' or 'make a needle out of the steel pellets'. To test my quirk control. The requests got more complex by the day and if I couldn't do as they asked, I'd be made to do it the next day. Then the next, and the next, until I finally accomplished it.

Then was the gym. All, if any, of my free time was spent here. The equipment was basic but multipurpose.

I found exercising kept me from going to crazy from the lack of human interaction.

Yeah, did I mention? No human had spoken to me for the past weeks. The people who brought me from room to room were likely some kind of robots. They lacked any face or semblance to humanity. The only sounds I heard was the voice through the intercom or the sounds I made myself.

I found the creaking of the bench press machine preferable to no sound at all.

Then the worst room of all, let's call it the experiment room.

An empty white box I'd be closed into 3-4 days a week.

Each time I'd simply wake up in there with no idea of how I got there. Well no, I knew. They were probably drugging me each time, seeing as how they were certainly not afraid to pump my body full of strange serums and medications.

Sometimes I'd awake strapped to a metal bed as a metallic hand pushes the needle of a syringe into my forearm, pushing a plunger full of strangely coloured liquid into my veins.

It burned. It always did.

Sometimes it made me feel so hot, like my blood was bubbling under my skin. Other times it made my vision blur, or my breathing laboured, or my limbs seize.

Yeah you get it, no need to get into the details.

But after every serum, the next day I'd be back in the room as a new 'stimulus' is pumped into the room.

My first week, fire shot out of the walls without warning, singing my skin.

I tried to put it out as I'd done before but it was only when my clothes lit alight that the sprinklers finally turned on, dousing me and my marred skin in freezing water.

The next day I was given a candle to practice on in the training room.

Other times it was hallucinogenic gas, or even rabid animals.

The last room was my cell.

A simple small room with a bed and not much else.

I didn't get much time in here, simply being placed in here after my training or experiment of the day had concluded. Sometimes I'd just wake up in here after passing out from exhaustion, or whatever they subjected me to for the day.

'day 28'

I scratch a line into the bed board with my nails. "Just a bit longer." I mutter to myself.

I collapse back into bed, my body felt like it was made of lead.

'I wonder how they're doing...?'

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"Kat...atsuki..."

"Katsuki..!"

The blonde shot up. "R-" he stopped, meeting mismatched eyes looming over him.

He glanced out the window, it was still dark out.

"What the hell are you-"

"I can't sleep." the normally soft spoken boy sounded irate.

Bakugou sighed, scratching at his head. "Yeah well how am I suppos-"

"Fight me." Bakugou pauses as the boy's words, turning to him incredulously.

"What...?"

"I said fight me." Upon closer inspection, the icy hot boy was indeed in his PE attire.

He padded over to Bakugou's closet, flinging it open and raking through his clothes.

"Oi! Don't just-!" His PE uniform is thrown unceremoniously onto his face. He rips it off and glares at the boy.

Todoroki's stares back, gaze hardened. The blonde is almost taken aback.

Almost.

'Bastard... he's been having a worse temper than me since-'

"Fine. I'll beat you to a pulp so you can go the fuck to bed." Bakugou slips out of bed and throws off his shirt.

The half and half boy looks away, almost sheepish as the blonde changes into his PE clothes.

"Well?" Todoroki turns back around at Bakugou's voice. His hand is around the door handle.

"You coming?"

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A loud boom reverberates through training ground Gamma.

"DIE!" Bakugou shouts as he throws another explosive punch at the boy.

Todoroki doesn't dodge, instead grabbing into the blonde's fist and encasing it in ice.

Bakugou growls, leaping back and slamming his fist against a tree, smashing the ice. He looks up, only to narrowly dodge a barrage of flames.

"BASTARD-" he grits his teeth as he winds around attacks of ice and fire. Every time he'd try and close the gap, the icy hot boy had a surprise waiting for him.

Bakugou quickly gets sick of this, and instead of dodging, charges straight into Todoroki's next ice attack.

He blows the ice to bits, rocketing forward until he slams into the duo-toned boy. He pins him down with a knee, Todoroki against the dirt.

"this is why..." the duotoned boy muttered.

"Haah?" Bakugou seethes, panting.

"This is why Ryo couldn't tell us anything." Todoroki digs his nails into the ground. "Cause you're weak."

Before Bakugou could flare up at the accusation, Todoroki's body lights on fire, making the blonde leap back with a hiss.

"Because WE'RE weak!" The icy hot boy is almost uncharacteristically harsh as he recklessly launches his quirk at Bakugou.

"We're so weak he couldn't tell us anything...!"

The blonde is left blocking his assault with his forearms, getting more angry with each physical and verbal attack.

"We're so weak... he doesn't need us anymore."

Todoroki walks forward slowly, closing the distance.

A mistake honestly.

In a puff of smoke, Bakugou has his hands on Todoroki's collar.

He lifts him above his head by his neck, causing the other to struggle.

"Fuck. You."