•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 131: QUISMOIS

A haze envelops my mind and my eyes go dark.

No, I just closed my eyes.

All I can feel is soft heat.

Like someone has breathed new life into my lungs.

Its not the frigid cold nor searing heat I've come to expect from my quirk.

Its comfortable, not just bearable but desirable.

And in that moment a thought crosses my empty mind.

'Ah, I want to live in this feeling.'

As I feel him pull away, my hand acts on its own, pulling on the back of his neck and pushing our lips back together once more.

It's not deep, or sensual, its nothing more than a chaste peck on the lips even the world's biggest virgin would scoff at.

But it's deeply intimate.

I feel like spilling my deepest secrets against those lips.

Its only when I feel his fingers comb through my hair that some sense comes back into my body.

I pull back, his heat still lingering from the kiss.

'Ah... I've done it now...'

Keeping them at arms length was the best way to stop any feelings from developing further.

The best way to pretend like nothing was happening.

The best way to keep them out of the trainwreck of my life.

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There was no way to deny it anymore.

All my excuses, my guilt, was pushed aside in favor of the new emotion blooming in the pits of my stomach.

And the fluttering only intensified as I met Shoto's eyes, practically overflowing with joy, a pink flush to his cheeks that I no doubt mirrored.

"About damn time," Katsuki's voice was the first to break the silence, and immediately I feel bad for leaving him out.

I turn to him, but all worries are quelled at the look on his face.

He was grinning ear to ear, his usual viscous smirk stretched across his face.

'He... looks even happier than Shoto... THIS ABSOLUTE FREAK.'

I turn my ruddy face away.

"What, feeling left out?" I splutter in an attempt to return to any sense of normalcy.

"Nah," he whispers before pulling my chin to face him once more.

Before I can react, I'm pulled into yet another kiss that sends my mind reeling.

This time, its fast, explosive.

Fireworks seem to go off.

A zing zips up my back.

His mouth presses against mine far more forcefully than it had with Shoto.

And yet, his lips were soft and it felt strangely gentle.

It was so paradoxical, this gentle aggression.

It seemed to require all the energy in my body not to collapse under the weight of this overwhelming affection.

Before he pulls away, I feel him lap at my lower lip, sending a violent shiver down my spine.

The sudden warmth and absolute gall of it all leaves me stunned as he pulls away, a finger against his lips as they stretch into the largest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen adorn his face.