Villainous [Hitoshi Shinso X Reader]

[Chapter 5]: The Daughter

     "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was under the impression that you're a girl." He said dryly. "Although, I could see how someone could confuse it."
     Huffing in exasperation, I finally gathered the rest of my fallen items and rose to my feet.
     "Leave me alone," I said bitterly. "I'm no longer in the mood."
     His eyebrows quirked. "So there was a time where you would be in the mood?"
     My eyes sliced into him, daring him to continue. That's when I saw it. I was so busy hustling to pick up my things, too blinded by my own wounded ego to notice before—how could I have missed something like this?
     Surrounding him was a hazy aura that pulsed languidly in time with the fluttering of his heartbeat. It was rippling and shifting around his lean body like calm seas, but it was the colour of it that made my head spin—bright purple, uncannily similar to my sister's.
     I jolted at the notion, instantly chiding myself for not realizing sooner.
     "Oh," I gasped.
     He cocked his head. "Cat got your tongue?"
     I shook myself, clearing my head of the unwelcome feelings of affection that I now associated with the boy. Just because they have similar auras doesn't mean that I have to like him.
"Hardly," I quipped. "My speech was simply rendered useless for a moment when I saw that horrendous hair of yours. Do you even own a comb?"
I watched as his eyes lit up, dancing with amusement. "I'd say I'm doing better than you. At least people know that I'm a boy."
"I'm not a boy!" I shrieked.
He chuckled.
     Growling, I turned on my heel and began to venture through the never-ending halls of U.A. in a poor attempt at finding my way out. There were so many twists and turns...
     "Need some help?"
     I turned to my left to see the same boy from earlier matching my stride. "No." I dismissed him curtly.
     "Could've fooled me." He shrugged.
     Abruptly, I stopped and whirled around to face him completely. "Listen here, you insufferable stranger—"
     "Shinsou. Hitoshi Shinsou."
     "What?" I inquired.
     He rolled his eyes. "Are you dense? That's my name—call me Shinsou." The boy shrugged with the ghost of a mocking smirk playing at his lips. "Seems better than 'insufferable stranger.'"
     I huffed. "Well, Shinsou," I sneered. "I've already told you to leave me alone, so why are you following me?"
     "What? I don't even get a name in return?" A thin purple brow rose challengingly. "That's rather cold."
     Not bothering to reply, I turned and began making my trek through the halls once again. Suddenly, my foot stepped out over air and I squeaked incredulously. When did these stairs get here?! I shouted internally.
     Just as I was about to lose balance and topple over, a firm hand reached out and yanked me backwards. I stumbled for a minute, until my back slammed into something hard and warm—his chest.
     I turned around only to be met with the now fully smirking face of Shinsou. Smug bastard.
     "Guess it's a good thing that I decided to follow you after all."
     Blushing profusely, I turned my face to the side. "Thank you." I muttered bashfully. "For the save."
     He didn't respond.
     Feeling awkward and hot under this strange boy's intense gaze, I quickly began to reign in my composure. I jutted my chin out by just a fraction and huffed haughtily, "But I had everything under control!"
     Finally, he chuckled. "Sure looked like it. Do I at least get a name for my troubles?"
     "(Y/N)," I huffed. "Just (Y/N). Satisfied?"
     "Very." He stated proudly.
      "Whatever," I sighed, bashfully kicking the toe of my boot against the floor. "Could you please just help me find my way out of this labyrinth?"
     Turning on his own heel, he began walking away in the opposite direction. "Sure. The exit is this way."
     Slightly embarrassed by my own poor sense of direction, I begrudgingly began to follow the tall boy.
     "So, why didn't any of your classmates help you out?" He threw me a coy smirk over his right shoulder. "Or could they not handle your stubborn inability to admit when you need it?"
     "I had things to do." I huffed, purposefully choosing not to relinquish the fact that I had to report my daily experiences to Principal Nezu. "I told them not to wait up."
     A question popped into mind then, but before I had the chance to voice it, Shinsou piped up with his own. "You're the new girl in Class 1-A, right?"
     I nodded in affirmation. "And which class are you in?"
     Shinsou's expression immediately soured. "General Department." His eyes abruptly swivelled to pierce mine. "But I'm gunning for Class 1-A. All of you. I'll prove that I can become greater than every single one of the people here—I'd watch my back if I were you because I'm going to take your place."
     Startled by his very blunt, very arrogant declaration of war, I barely noticed the front doors rising up into view.
     "I recommend that you don't get too comfortable in the Hero Course, (Y/N)." He finished.
     Just as quickly as he opened the door for me to exit, his eyes closed off like a shutter had been drawn across them. All and any emotions that were previously present had vanished like a puff of smoke, now completely guarded by an inexplicable wall.
     I couldn't help the swell of interest that he had peeked in the back of my mind. What was he hiding?
     As I stood there, gobsmacked with my mouth agape, a few stragglers still on campus began to drift by. Most ignored us, but the few that actually looked in our direction were what baffled me.
     Their eyes widened marginally and they began to immediately huddle into their friends, whispering odd remarks all whilst maintaining eye contact.
     "—both of U.A.'s villains together. They're like two birds of a feather." I heard one girl mutter to the boy beside her. Then they were gone before I had the chance to question them or, better yet, tell them to piss off and mind their own damn business.
     Hesitantly, my eyes wandered back to Shinsou. He was stiff as a board, leaning against the glass-paned wall with a blank expression.
     "What's that all about?" I scoffed. "You're not a villain."
     His response was instant and harsh. A tense laugh flew from his lips as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, but most startling was the way Shinsou's expression drastically darkened as he responded, "You might change your mind once you figure out what my quirk is."
     Before I could even open my mouth to counter, he was switching the focus of the conversation onto me like a practiced expert.
     "How about you? I do believe that they called you a villain too, not just me." He quipped. "Are you?"
     My spine straightened involuntarily at his words. "No." I replied simply.
     And I was right. I was resolute in my choice to peruse the life of a hero—I wasn't going back to my old life anytime soon.
     "Guess we really are two birds of a feather..." He sighed. Shinsou dragged his pale, slender fingers through his wild hair, mussing it up further before resting his hand at the nape of his neck. "We both give shitty, vague answers to straightforward questions."
     To my surprise, I snorted, rather enjoying his snark. That response certainly wasn't what I was expecting.
     "You're kind of giving me whiplash," I confessed. "One minute you're sassing the living hell out of me, the next you're threatening my spot in the Hero Course and practically condemning me along with the rest of my bloodline to an eternity of failure, and finally you're acting like we're old friends. I don't know what to make of you." I admitted.
     "Yeah," he glanced to the side with a sheepish grin. "My people skills could use some work."
     "Damn, would you look at that!" I chuckled and with a light-hearted smile, I placed a hand on his shoulder. "That might be the first thing you've said that I agree with, Bedhead."

Hitoshi's P.O.V.

The doors were left swinging as the sassy, colourful girl I had just encountered skipped out of the doors of U.A. High. I watched her recede into the distance until she turned the corner at the gates and disappeared behind a hedge completely.
She wasn't what I was expecting at all.
Initially, I had sought her out to confront her about her sudden arrival in Class 1-A. Size her up. Tell her that she had another thing coming if she thought she could just breeze her way into the Hero Course like it was nothing without someone putting up a fight—that someone being me.
But then I saw her drop all of her things to the floor like a clumsy mess and I heard the way my classmates were treating her. There was a familiar pang in my heart at the sight—it was like looking into a mirror. They had called her a villain.
I couldn't see why. Sure, she had a mouth and quite the temper to match, but that didn't warrant her being labelled as evil.
Of course, after witnessing the entire debacle, I approached her against my better judgement—and that was when I was hit with the sharpest wit anyone had ever dared to throw at me. Many people would mutter something demeaning under their breath about my quirk or something similar, but rarely did anyone actually speak to me after I had spoken to them.
     Much less have the nerve to bite out a snippy remark.
Though, I realized, she could've only responded as she did because she harboured no fear pertaining to my quirk. She was new and had no knowledge of it. Yet.
I sighed through my nose, pinching my forehead in exasperation. I didn't know why the thought of this girl in particular finding out about my quirk and inevitably shunning me for it had me as off-put as it did. Maybe it was her nonchalant manner of speaking to me. Maybe it was the way she smiled...
That idea was aggressively shoved from my head—it was nothing more than infatuation. False hope that the idea of having someone willing to hold a decent conversation with me was actually possible.
"Shinsou!" I heard someone whisper shout.
With an agitated huff, I turned my head to see a kid from Class 1-B by the name of Monoma. I didn't know him personally, but I had seen him around the halls before—he had quite the reputation for being a menace to Class 1-A and more than a little obnoxious.
I didn't even know that he knew my name. Quite frankly, I didn't want him to.
"Do we know each other?" I asked disinterested.
Monoma giggled in such a way that made me question the state of his mental health. This could only end poorly.
"No," he smirked. "We don't know each other. But it appears to me that you know the latest edition to Class 1-A—(Y/N)."
I shrugged, indifferent. "Not really."
The blonde raised his eyebrows, expecting me to elaborate. I didn't.
"Well," he drew out. "Let's cut to the chase. I saw you talking to her earlier and I think that we could really help each other. She hasn't spoken to anyone outside of her class aside from you today—"
"And how do you know this?"
"So you have a feasible chance at digging up some dirt on her!" He exclaimed, blatantly disregarding my skepticism.
I glowered.
"Look," Monoma continued. "I know that you want to be in Class 1-A just as much as I do. Hell, that's what we've all been dreaming about since we were little kids! So help me—what do you say?"
My eyebrows furrowed. Is he being serious? I scoffed and turned to walk away.
"You haven't heard the rumours, have you?" Monoma inquired hurriedly. "About who she is?"
Those words peaked my curiosity, I couldn't deny it. At the same time, I was no stranger to misconstrued versions of one's identity due to some random idiot's gossip.
"It doesn't matter."
"Oh, but it does," Monoma stepped closer. "Or else you wouldn't have waited."
I didn't react. Taking this as a sign to continue, he settled his hand atop my shoulder much in the same way (Y/N) had done not too long ago.
"You really should be careful around her, Shinsou. People are scared of you because of your quirk," he leaned into my ear. "But (Y/N) is the real deal—a true villain. Not only is her quirk absolutely wild, but she's actually killed people—"
Roughly shoving him away, I spat, "I'm not interested. I don't want anything to do with your flawed agenda and I especially don't want anything to do with you." I shook my head with a grimace. "People already think poorly of me because of my quirk—I don't think that I need another reason to dislike me to be added to the list."
     But Monoma only laughed.
"They say she's the daughter of a villain." He continued.
     At this point, I couldn't tell if he was completely oblivious to my distaste for him or perhaps just scarily immune to blatant rejection. Probably a little bit of both, I concluded upon analyzing how self-assured he appeared to be.
     Either way, I was ready to end this conversation.
     Whichever it may have been, the glint in his eye was still deranged as he proclaimed with a resounding note of finality, "Actually... they say she's the daughter of All For One."