•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 129: Christmas EVE-il

After being dragged inside, Katsuki began to nitpick everything I had done well as he marched me to the couch. All the while, Shoto - that traitor - nodded along.

"All this damn snow stuck in your hair..." Blasty growled while toweling off my hair.

"WHY'D YOU EVEN UNTIE YOUR HAIR HUH? KEEP IT UP IF YOU'RE GONNA ROLL IN THE SNOW!" He yelled and I shushed him frantically, worried it would wake our sleeping classmates.

"I gave my hair tie to Eri, I didn't bother getting a new one before heading out," I explained sheepishly, now all too aware how fallible that excuse was,

Before the explosion boy could explode once more, I concede defeat.

"I won't do it again, I'm sorry."

"Yeah you better be," the boy huffed, finally somewhat appeased.

He dumped the towel on my head and headed for the room door.

Before I could ask him where he was going, he spoke.

"Both of you go wash up, come down when you're done and don't you dare be late," he ordered before slamming the door behind him.

I look up at the clock and it reads just past 11pm.

I sigh, pulling myself off the floor where I'd been sitting.

"He's just worried," Shoto explains, walking next to me.

"I know," I laugh as we head for the showers.

"So, how was your last supplementary lesson?"

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"That villain did what?!" I exclaimed.

We had just finished our shower, all the time Shoto had been telling me about the long adventure they'd had today.

Shoto nods.

"But it's okay, I stopped him," his eyes squinted into his signature eye smile.

I chuckle, "of course, the two of you are unstoppable."

Two of 1-As best students fighting together? The result was obvious.

Almost as obvious as his collarbones in that body-hugging black shirt-

"It would have been solved faster if you were there," he mumbled under his breath and I coughed.

'What the hell am I thinking...?'

"Yeah right," I look away, "Katsuki would just be yelling at me the whole time."

Shoto shakes his head. He sure was stubborn about the strangest things.

"The three of us work well together." he insisted.

I keep my eyes trained on his face.

'Well, thinking about it, we've never really been in the position to work together...'

"Alright then, next practice lets ask for all three of us to be on the same team," I grin and the boy nods.

As we approach the cafeteria, a wonderful aroma seemed to lure us closer, the sound of sizzling and metal clanking getting louder as we walked.

"Finally," Katsuki huffed from behind the counter as we walked into the room. It seemed he'd gotten all to familiar with using Lunch Rush's kitchen whenever he wanted to.

He was in the middle of frying some pork cutlets, watching them closely and prodding them every so often with a slotted spoon.

What looked more alluring than the golden-brown cutlets, however, was the man himself.

He had taken off his uniform jacket, leaving him in a white button down that he had opened two of the top buttons of, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He had a black apron wrapped around his waist to protect his pants from oil splatter and a white rag draped over one shoulder.

I suppose I must have been staring, as the next thing I know, the blonde was slamming a plate down before me with three cutlets neatly placed atop.

"Bring that outside, I'm gonna take a damn shower," he huffed, tossing the towel and apron aside.

And boy did he need a shower, he was sweating so much his shirt was-

I grabbed the plate and pushed past the boy, practically sprinting into the common room.

'WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY?!'

"Ryo?" Shoto asked, confused.

He had already settled into a comfortable spot on the couch and I was determined to follow suit and push the sinful thoughts from my head.

I set the plate on the table and flop onto the sofa.

'It's all that damn Pomeranian's fault, trying to confess to me...'

I pretend not to notice Shoto calling my name repeatedly as I find myself sliding down the chair in an ugly sludge of shame.

'It was easier when we all pretended not to know...'

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After Katsuki finished his shower, we ate in a comfortable silence.

Thanks to Blasty's efforts the past week, my first time eating something fried in a while was surprisingly pleasant.

I didn't feel queasy at all, the meat being cooked perfectly sure helped as well.

I suppose it was three or so bites in that it hit me.

'They've been doing a lot for me... huh...?'

I pause, slowly setting my bowl of rice on the coffee table.

"Ryo?" Almost instantly, both pairs of eyes were on me.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Shoto asked, rubbing my back gently.

"I can make something else, you should still eat something," Katsuki got up to head back to the kitchen and I quickly held him back.

"No, no, it's not that," I laughed softly, patting the empty space beside me.

Blasty took up the offer and soon I was sandwiched between the pair on the couch.

"I just..." I paused, wracking my brain for the right words.

Somehow I could never think straight when these two were around.

I slowly reached my hands out and interlaced them with one from each of the boys.

They were warm, so incredibly warm.

It felt like a small spark that ran up both my arms and down my spine, making me shiver a bit before my body seemed to heat with a comforting warmth.

In the moment, three words linger on my tongue.

But just a second too soon, my brain kicks back in, and they die before they reach my lips.