•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 115: FLAMING POS

All that time spent around Hawks must have somehow rubbed off on me, seeing as how I was the first to rush out of the room.

Shoto wasn't far behind me as we clambered onto the floor before the TV.

Sure enough, the news was on. A reporter was speaking frantically as we caught sight of a orange glow in the background.

"Endeavor..." Shoto mutters from beside me.

The camera changed to one from a helicopter and we get a clearer scene of Endeavor fighting against a large, black mass.

'THAT'S-!'

A sticky dread pours down my throat like pitch.

The Nomu that I'd help that freak doctor make was now in action, locked in a tense battle against Endeavor.

'How...?'

It made no sense, I'd already reported the existence of that Nomu straight to Hawks. I told him about all the quirks it had, where the warehouse was, so why?

Why is that Nomu now about to kill Endeavor?!

My heart sinks as, with a sickening squelch, the Nomu regenerates its arm and stabs into Endeavor's face.

And for a second all we could see was blood.

I feel a hand grip onto mine and look up at Shoto, a whisper of flames blowing off from his left eye.

When the dust clears, all we can see is Endeavor, lying limp under the mutated Nomu.

The hand holding onto mine shakes, and holds me so hard it feels like my hand is about to break. But he needed it.

"He's not," I whisper stubbornly to the boy.

He says nothing.

Even when the man's flames roar back to life, the unease in the air doesn't seem to settle down.

The camera pans over to the crowd, pushing and shoving one another as screams filled the air.

It was nauseating.

The reporter speaks solemnly, "the loss of a symbol has led to this..."

"Don't give me this shit," Shoto hissed under his breath.

I can't bring myself to turn away from the screen, all I can do is grip his hand tighter.

"They're panicking, this is bad," Tokoyami speaks from somewhere behind us.

"Todoroki!" It seems Aizawa had also walked in at this moment, stopping to crouch beside the boy. "So you're already watching..."

"HEY!" a yell from the crowd silences us, camera panning over to a pink-haired teen. "What nonsense are you spewing as a TV reporter?!"

"Look over there, the flames are still burning...!" he speaks, pushing against his friends who are trying to pull him away.

"You can see it... Endeavor is alive! He's still fighting!" 

Sure enough, the building in the back was alight, flames dancing up the sides in an impressive display.

"Stop complaining about the loss of a symbol! Who is the man fighting for us right now?!" he yelled over the crowd.

"LOOK!"

The camera returns and settles on the fight.

We watch it all, every attack, every twist and turn, we watch with bated breath.