•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 173: Nora (and not that bitch from Noragami)

Its a strange feeling.

Having gaps in your memory.

To realize your body had changed overnight.

My hair had been cut shorter, while I had grown taller.

Scars littered my body, a body that I no longer recognized.

Something had happened.

I just didn't know what.

So when that hero I barely bothered to remember the face of said something so particular, I found myself hesitating for the first time.

'Ryo' he'd called me.

That was the first time I'd ever heard the name, and yet it felt so... familiar.

Perhaps it was the result of a generic name, but still, I found myself unable to finish the job.

It was the first name I'd ever been given, even if it was a mistake.

'Nora', my name, meant stray.

It was a term of endearment for a stray cat, a pet.

That was the kind of name Master had given me.

And then the other one, with the red and white hair, when he spoke of the past year, that was when I realized it.

I truly remembered nothing.

As far as I'd recalled, I was 15 years old.

But the Doctor had let slip, that I was "tall for a 17 year old".

That was probably the first sign.

The pain that followed after, I knew.

Memories, ones I didn't recognize, were trying to break past a blockade in my brain.

I knew the feeling well.

It had happened before.

Not long after my 10th birthday, I'd realized that the first seven years of my life had been wiped from my mind completely.

It had been my own doing.

You see, my quirk, Manipulation, it wasn't just a misnomer.

It would have been, had I only been able to control physical things.

Everything in this world required energy, and energy couldn't be created or destroyed.

But I could command its path.

With the training I'd received, I could bend the very fabric of space and time, allowing me to warp as I pleased.

Well, that saying is rather frivolous, it was not that simple of course - often requiring a high payment in return. But it was possible, especially after my awakening.

In contrast, controlling the neural pathways in my brain was far simpler.

All I had to do was cut off the flow to certain neurons in the brain and I would... forget.

To remember, however, was a far more tedious procedure. And it often occurred whether I wanted it to or not.

But this time, something told me that I did.

That without these past two years, that I would be losing something incredibly precious to me.

I'd never been one to find value in others.

So when that hero who'd called me that name landed at my feet, I didn't know what to think.

'He has a puncture wound in his left shoulder and lower abdomen. The stomach wound is more pressing, it appears to have caused internal bleeding and organ damage.'