•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 102: *slaps roof of car* THIS BAD BOY CAN FIT SO MUCH ANGST IN IT

I backed away.

"Don't come near me," I seethed in a voice I could hardly recognize as mine.

He smiled wider.

"As friendly as always I see," he chuckled heartily before turning back to the machinery linked to the large tube.

'who the hell is this man?'

My eyes stay locked onto him, as though it would a spider, threatening to disappear and reappear with his arms around my throat.

"Well never mind that," he grinned, turning to face me once more and gesturing at the large hulking figure curled within that chamber.

"This is my latest Nomu, High-End," he slapped a hand on the glass, emanating a dull thud that shakes the creature within.

I clench my fists behind my back to stop myself from killing that wretched being.

"Super strength, speed, regeneration, flight and flexibility," he listed off the increasingly worrying list of quirks this one creature had forcibly shoved into him.

"My best Nomu to date," his smile slowly fades. 

"However, there has been some... issues."

As though in response to the doctor's words, the creature suspended in the tank of green goo begins to... split.

Head phasing into two, then three as it screeched so loud it was audible through the green muck and thick glass. His limbs too would phase in and out of multiples of three and up.

It made me sick.

"It would seem his body is," he paused, "incapable of adjusting to the quirks I placed into him."

He shuffles closer and I grit my teeth to stop from moving.

"Nora, my little helper," his grin returns, a sinister edge playing on his lips, "I need you to help him... adjust."

My whole body is tense.

'adjust? what the fuck does he mean?!'

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'you know what he means.'

A sharp pain strikes the back of my head and I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from reacting.

The world spins around me as my eyes water.

Then nothing.

Nothing at all.

Just a small, balding man in a lab coat looking up at me.

"Is there a problem?" Shigaraki's scratchy voice comes from behind us.

I shake my head, following after the doctor who had started back towards the tank.

"No problem at all."

We walked up a rusting metal staircase that led us to the top of the tank.

There, we stood on a corrugated metal platform that spanned half the tank.

The doctor leans over and knocks on the metal.

The inky black Nomu floats to the surface.

He looked like the Nomus we'd seen before, a muscular build and nonsensical face.

I squatted down, cringing as I placed my hands on his smooth, wet head.

'adjust...?'

I breathed in, closing my eyes.