•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 182: "Do you have my reward?"

"So you two were upset that... I hadn't told you about it yet?" I blink at the pair.

Shoto looks almost sheepish now while Katsuki stands firm.

"No shit, you're always fucking blabbering but you choose to shut up now? The hell were we supposed to think?" he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.

Shoto looks to his lap before he speaks.

"We thought you were reconsidering..." he looked up at me as he trailed off.

Then his eyes dart to the side.

"...us..." he mumbles.

"HAS HE ALWAYS BEEN THIS CUTE?!" "YOU'RE THINKING OUT LOUD DUMBASS!"

I laugh, leaning back.

'So we had been worried about two entirely different things...'

The thought was funny.

It really seemed like we were those overthinking couples now-

'Couples...?'

I feel the heat rise to my chest rather than my cheeks.

It wasn't embarrassing, or some profound realization.

In fact, it made sense.

It felt right.

"Guys, let's go on a date once we get out of here," I grin and the two boys turn to me, puzzled.

"It'd be good to get our spirits back up!" I add on like a child trying to persuade their mom to get them that doggy in the window.

"Plus, I can't very well ask my two dream men out in a hospital can I?" I grin.

I was a romantic at heart after all.

Both boys freeze.

Then they break into two different reactions.

Shoto visibly deflates, letting out a long breathe of air as he slumped forward, hands clasped together like trying to calm oneself after a stressful exam. Katsuki, on the other hand, seems to puff with pride, a giant smirk on his face.

"About damn time," he barked.

I roll my eyes.

"Hold your horses Blasty, I haven't even asked you out yet. Are you that desperate?" I tease.

"HAAH?!"

I laugh as he seethes at me.

It felt good to be back to-

'normal....?!'

I can barely register his movements until my back hits the sheets.

"Wha-?"

I gape up at him as I try to move my pinned limbs.

He's peering down at me through his bangs with blood-red eyes.

He grins so wide his canines are digging into his bottom lip.

"Who looks desperate now?!" he laugh triumphantly.

"Still you, Katsuki," Shoto's calm voice breaks through what was otherwise a tense exchange.

Blasty whips his head towards the boy to protest, which is exactly when I make my move.

Utilizing my vastly superior leg strength, I throw his hips down against the bed and use that momentum to push myself above him.

"Fuck you..." he hisses as I press down on his back.