•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 77: Save a horse! Ride a cowboy!

"PLUS ULTRA!!!" Yeowtch, my ears.

And they call ME the loud one...

Looking around, the voice seem to have come from a bald giant in a different school uniform.

After our touching reunion, Aizawa got right back to business and was in the middle of briefing us for the exam when...

As I plug my ears from his loud apology for being loud, I turn to the blonde pikachu beside me.

"What uniform is that?"

"Huh? You don't know?" Denki quirks a brow. I huff, "yeah I know, that's why I'm asking." I roll my eyes at him.

"UA in the east, Shiketsu in the west," Then Katsuki steps beside me, speaking up unexpectedly. "It's an elite hero school that rivals UA."

I hum in reply.

'even blasty is on edge, guess they must be good huh...?'

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'hehe...'

"Inasa Yoarashi..." Aizawa mutters expositionally. After being asked by Hagakure, Aizawa adds on. "That guy is strong."

I grin to myself.

'strong eh? hoho...'

"He scored first place in the UA recommendation exam, but turned down his acceptance..." Shoto muttered.

'First place? Which means he scored higher than Icyhot?'

"Hah, what dumbass turns down UA?" Katsuki scoffs.

"Well," I smile even wider, "I guess we'll see..."

After that, a green haired lady, Ms. Joke I think, proposed to a rather unimpressed looking Aizawa. She was turned down repeatedly, it was pretty funny to watch. Honestly, I really liked her energy! She was seemed genuinely kind and upbeat!

...unlike her student.

Shindo he called himself, went around grabbing everyone's hand and seemed to fawn over them.

I for one, smelt BULLSHIT!

"Especially you Bakugou! You were at the heart of the Kamino incident!" He smiled happily.

'oh now he's done it...'

"You have a strong heart! Today I'll do my best while trying to learn from you!" he smirked, reaching his hand out for a handshake.

'now he's just being too obvious...'

Katsuki slaps his hand away, "Stop this bullshit. Your face doesn't match your words."

'ooh! sharp boy!'

"HEY-" before Kirishima could chide Blasty's rudeness, I stepped between the two.

"Sorry, our pomeranian isn't the friendly type," I smile, reaching a hand out.

He glances down and clasps it with a new fake smile plastered on his face.

"You speak like he's a class pet," he laughs, almost pointedly in Blasty's direction.

"Oh no," I return a big grin of my own. "He's just has a great sense of smell!"

He tries to pull his hand away but I tighten my grip, continuing to shake his hand. "O-oh really?" he chuckles almost nervously.

"Yeah!"