•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 75: no meme reference, just angst

Bakugou is almost startled as a drop of liquid lands on his arm.

He looks up at the boy, beads of water rolling from his eyes silently.

A pang strikes the blonde's chest as he lowers Todoroki to the ground. He looks at the floor, his hands in a vice grip by his side.

"I couldn't save you two..." The icy hot boy breaks the silence with a rasp.

"I can't even help him I'm so useless... that's why he's gone..." Todoroki chokes out, grinding his teeth together.

Bakugou looks almost stunned before squeezing his eyes shut and sighing.

He grabs the boy, pulling him into his chest.

"Ka-" "Shut the fuck up. Always saying what you want...."

Bakugou holds the back of icy hot boy's head with a hand. "You're not weak."

Todoroki tries to pull away but Bakugou's grip is firm. "I sure as hell am not weak." he scoffs. "So its not fucking that."

Todoroki sniffles silently before he lifts his head to look up at the blonde. "What else could it be..."

Bakugou looks down silently. "I don't know..." he quickly adds on before Todoroki can reply. "So let's ask that country bumpkin when he's back."

He pulls Todoroki away from him to look the boy in the eyes.

"Are friends allowed to do that?" Todoroki mutters. "Isn't that prying?"

"Friends?" Bakugou nearly chortles.

Todoroki straightens up, almost in a shock.

"A-are we not even friends...?" he mutters hopelessly, a worry in his eyes that makes Bakugou snort.

Todoroki's mind races in the silence that follows as Bakugou watches in amusement.

"Maybe before you go about asking the bumpkin any questions..." he paused, closing the gap and holding onto Todoroki's chin with his hand, tilting the boy's face towards him.

"You should ask yourself what you really feel about him."

Todoroki blinks blankly.

"Think about it. THOROUGHLY." Bakugou emphasizes before dropping his hand and walking off.

"I'm going back to bed, you fuck off too."

And with that Todoroki stands alone.

'What I feel about... Ryo?'
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'What time is it...?'

I hold my splitting head as I sit up, the clock read 7am.

"I must've passed out again..."

Recently, they'd been training my endurance. After finally training to manipulate fire for three weeks straight, now they'd just been leaving the fire on in the experiment room for hours on end. Leaving me to deal with it.

They didn't seem to care how, whether I extinguished it or changed its path away from me. Either way, I just had to survive as long as I could.

Using my quirk for hours straight until my body gives in and I fall unconscious.

Somehow they were even crueler than Endeavor.

My body hurt everywhere, my vision spun as I stood up.

'I wonder how long I lasted this time...'

It felt like forever.

I steadied myself against the wall as I hear the door to my cell sliding open. I look up to see one of the faceless robots waiting.

'I can't get a moment's rest, can I?'

I sigh deeply, pushing my hair out of my face. They wouldn't even give me a hairtie in here.

'scared I'd choke myself to death on it?'

I chug the glass of water left on my table and walk towards the robot.

We head to the training room.

As the door opens I'm almost relieved to be out of the experiment room for once.

That is, until I step in to find a blindfolded man wielding a knife.

The door shuts behind me.

"What the fuck?!" I gasp as the voice comes back over the intercom.

"Neutralise assailant."

I look up at the intercom machine and accompanying CCTV in shock.

'they can't possibly-!'

But a scream catches my attention as the blinded man lurches in my direction, swinging his knife wildly.

"W-wait! I don't want to hurt you-!" But my words fall on deaf ears as the man continues to flail his weapon around, a gargled scream on his lips.

I dodge to the corner of the room as the intercom rings again.

"Neutralise assailant."

I dig my nails into the wall and look up at the intercom, then back at the man.

He didn't know where I was anymore, he was practically screaming, his movements now more frantic.

"please... don't..." I mutter to no avail, instead the man lunges in my direction, nicking my forearm as I pull away.

"STOP!" I yell, at the man, at whoever was listening. "PLEASE STOP-"

I stumble back as he slashes in my direction. I land against a wall.

He raises his knife.

"DON'T-"

He swings his arm down and I block with my arms instinctively.

A searing pain in my right forearm makes me gasp.

I see the tip of the blade through my flesh.

I grab at my arm, pulling it against my gut as I double over, my vision blurring.

Looking back up, I can vaguely make out his weapon being raised once more.

"...don't...!"

I sob but he swings downwards once more.

My left hand wraps around his wrist for a second.

Then.

He's gone.

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The knife, now ownerless, fell through the air and clattered on the floor.

It's only when I see the red on the walls that I even knew he was dead.

"What... what the FUCK?!" I scream, falling to the floor.

Blood is everywhere, it smells of iron, my fingers squelch under me.

I lift my hands to my face and they're stained with blood and chunks of flesh.

I just scream.

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I don't know for how long.

I just scream.

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The world feels like its collapsing around me.

Then it all goes black.