•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 86: HOT AND STEAMY

And how did we wind up here?

One of our two male leads, Bakugou Katsuki, alongside our main character Yamada Ryo silently huddled in a single shower stall, with nothing but a towel wrapped around their waists between them?!

How scandalous...

Well my dear readers, lets go back to just 30 minutes ago, when 1-A had just returned to the dorms after class and Ryo was headed to the showers.

'ah... It's been such a humid day'

It was still summertime after all, the noise of cicadas and unbearable heat of the sun made that clear enough.

I couldn't wait to clean myself of the sweat and grime from the day. Armed with my toiletries and a change of clothes, I took a nice long shower. 

I turned the faucet off with a squeak and sighed.

A hot shower on a hot day seemed like a strange choice, but it relaxed my sore muscles and left me feeling more refreshed.

I tucked my wet hair behind my ears and reached for my clothes hanging on the door only to discover...

"Shit..." I grumble, picking up my fresh clothes that had fallen to the floor, now drenched in water. "Just my luck..."

I sigh and decide to just wrap a towel around my waist and book it to my room.

Just as I'd gathered all my stuff, I turned to the stall door only to see it get flung open.

"I'm so fucking tire- HAAH?!" A familiar blonde decided to jumpscare me.

His face blew red he was so angry.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?!" He seethed, averting his eyes.

'Take a photo it'll last longer hehe'

"My bad, I forgot to lock it," I chuckled a little embarrased. "Though I wasn't expecting someone to just pull open my door, you wanted to see me nakey so ba- bad...?"

I stopped my teasing, seeing a look I'd never seen before on Katsuki's face.

His brows were furrowed, face twisted into a mix of concern and... fury?

"Blasty-?""What the fuck is that?"

His voice was... quiet. Eerily so.

I followed his gaze to my torso.

"Ah."

You see, my month in captivity let's call it for lack of a better word, wasn't just mentally scarring. It seemed that through days of exposure to things like fire, poisoned gas, a knife wielding maniac... I'd acquired a few new marks.

Namely, a nasty puckered scar on my right forearm where I'd been stabbed, as well as countless red burns on my chest and limbs from my fire 'trainings'.

To be honest, it's why I had Hawks put in an order for a new hero outfit. One with longer sleeves to cover the state my arms were now in. 

Frankly, they scared me sometimes if I caught a glance of them in the mirror. I didn't want to subject my classmates to that.

"Sorry, they're pretty nasty huh," I try and laugh it off, moving the stuff in my hands in front of me in an effort to cover them.

He glared up at me, I almost flinch.

'I've never seen him so angry...'

He stalked towards me and I back up instinctively.

"You didn't fucking have these before," he spat in a low snarl.

"Y-yeah- I just-" What could I say? 

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"I fell...?"

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'very believable Ryo, great job...'

As I kicked myself for that ridiculous lie, I didn't realize Katsuki had already backed me into a corner until my back hit the cold tile wall.

He reached a hand out.

"Kats-"

"Who?" he was so quiet I could barely hear him.

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"Who did this to you?" 

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Looking down at him, his outstretched hand, no his whole body, was shaking slightly.

His fingers were inches from my skin when a sudden chatter caught our attention.

Without thinking, I pulled Katsuki towards me and slammed our stall door shut.

We were pressed against the wall as the voices grew closer.

"Gosh, it seems like the toilet is the only place that reporter won't follow us into..." Kirishima sighed, from the sounds of it having just stepped into the shower room.

"I dunno, I kinda like all the attention," Denki, the latter of the two pipes up.

As I listen to the two boys chat, I feel Katsuki wriggling in my grip.

I lean down to whisper into his ear.

"Just a bit longer, sorry..."

Thankfully, Denki, in his never-ending stupidity, had forgotten his change of clothes and both him and Kiri left to grab them.

A few tense seconds of listening to nothing but the dripping of water echoing through the room, I finally let Blasty go.

He broke free of my hold and had his back turned to me as he snatched my hand and slammed the stall door open.

Despite my protests, he dragged me from the bathroom straight to his room.

"Katsuki let me go-!" I didn't recall him ever being this strong.

It wasn't till his room door was open, did he finally let go, tossing me on his bed.

"Hey-!""Wait. here."

And just like that he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The lights were off and, with the door closed, it was so dark in there.

I shivered slightly.

'he could have at least left me some clothes...'

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A little while later, I hear footsteps outside, and the door opens.

I squint at the sudden light, making out two people in the doorway.

"Icyhot...?" I mutter as the light flicks on.

I see as he looks down at me, eyes scanning my body before they go wide. He mumbles something to Katsuki who still looks heated.

"C'mon guys what's going on?" I sigh, a little frustrated at this point. I wasn't very happy with them ogling my wounds either.

"That's what we should be asking you," an uncharacteristically snappy answer from Shoto as he takes a seat on the bed next to me. 

"Where did you get these?"

I bit my lip as he looked up at me, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I-" but I kept my mouth shut.

"Please-" My eyes flick to the strange word I would have never imagine left the blonde's mouth. "Just tell us."

I dug my nails into my palms.

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"Fine, but you have to promise me one thing."

I look between the two boys.

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"Don't hate me...?"