Villainous [Hitoshi Shinso X Reader]

[Chapter 16]: Just Shut Up

     "Do it then," I breathed.
     Hitoshi hadn't moved an inch, simply hovering above me like a predator stalking its prey. At my words, his eyes darkened.
My response was immediate, a hot flame of desire licking at my insides and setting my nerves alight. A needy tension in my lower abdomen roiled—wanting, but unsure what that entailed.
His warm breath fanned across my face as he leaned in to whisper into my ear. "How would you have me do so?"
A pleasurable shiver ran itself down my spine in the wake of Hitoshi's finger. "You're the one who said you could. I'm not responsible here," my breath hitched as he blew cool air onto the nape of my neck. "I just wanted to see your baby pictures."
His deep chuckle reverberated in his chest, sending tremors through my own body. "Definitely your fault."
I scoffed.
And with that, Hitoshi pulled away smirking like he had just discovered a chest full of jewels. "If you're so sure, I suppose you wouldn't mind playing a little game with me...?"
I quirked a brow. "Any game of yours must have a catch—what is it?"
His face was suddenly inches away from mine again. "Chicken."
"How childish," I dismissed to disguise my ever growing blush. I knew exactly what this game would become. "...I accept your challenge."
"Of course you do," he said smugly.
My eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't make me—"
But his hands were already splayed across my hips, fingers applying the gentlest of pressures. Calculated, precise.
So we're gonna play like that, huh?
Following his lead, my hands trailed their way down his arms and to the hem of his shirt where my fingers took the liberty of slipping under the fabric to just barely caress the firm skin of his sides. His elongated breath caught my attention and I smirked.
"Chicken?"
He scoffed. "You wish."
I squealed as he lifted me from the seat to exchange places with me. My blush intensified as his true intentions dawned on me and I found myself sat atop his lap, straddling his thighs.
"Well, this is compromising," I muttered.
Hitoshi laughed genuinely at my reaction. He inclined his head to me. "What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said. Could it possibly have been... chicken?"
"You think that this is enough to make me give up? You've gotta try harder than that."
His lips tugged up. "Oh, I plan to."
I remained perfectly still as Hitoshi leaned in to my face, staring deeply into my eyes with his own hypnotic set. I swallowed hard.
"We both know that I'm gonna win," he taunted. "Might as well admit defeat now,"
"Not happening."
He shrugged his indifference as if to say "suit yourself" and proceeded with the game.
His lips skimmed my cheek. "Chicken?"
I shook my head. My breathing was already becoming laboured.
Is this really going to happen?
Slowly, he traced his mouth down my jawline. "Now?"
Once again, I shook my head, fists clenching at my sides.
Do I really want it to?
Then he was before me, so close that I could feel his lips gently brushing my own as he whispered one last time, "Chicken?"
...
"No," I breathed.
There was something in his eyes, bright and beautiful, surprised and somewhat conflicted.
Now it was my turn to ask: "Chicken?"
Toshi was just about to open his mouth to give me his answer when we heard a loud crash from the floor below us. We jolted, springing apart as if a lightning bolt had struck the space between us.
"DAMMIT, I DROPPED THE CASSEROLE!" Mihoko's voice drifted from the bottom of the stairs. She really should have been muffled by the layers of wood between us, but alas, the woman had some pipes.
I cringed. Mr. Shinsou was definitely going to be receiving an earful.
"She's a terrible cook, anyways." Hitoshi shrugged. "It's probably better that she dropped that casserole."
I laughed in exasperation. "You're so mean! She's probably very upset—"
"Hajime!" Mihoko hollered, startling me in her quietness. "We're ordering pizza!"
The tips of my ears turned red.
Hitoshi gave me a look. "You were saying?"
"Shut up, Bedhead." I huffed.
When we heard nothing more, we sat back down and picked up idle conversation. Neither of us mentioned the game before or what was about to happen. I suspected that his answer was going to be negative, so I silently accepted my win with grace and tried to suppress my disappointment.
Not ten minutes later, Hitoshi and I were being summoned downstairs by his mother for dinner.
"(Y/N)!" Mihoko cried excitedly. "I hope you like pizza."
     I beamed at her. "Of course. Pizza is perfectly fine."
     "What did you do to the casserole?" Hitoshi snarked, earning him a sharp jab to the rib cage. He winced, but chuckled through the pain.
     Mihoko swatted at him, causing him to laugh harder. "Quiet you!"
     "What's all the fuss about?" A new voice groaned.
     Sauntering into the kitchen came Hajime Shinsou. He was tall and well-built with messy hair identical to Hitoshi's. There was scruff on his chin like Aizawa, but aside from that the resemblance he had to his son was striking right down to the deep purple bags under his eyes.
     He walked over to Mihoko and spun her around, planting his hands on her waist. She giggled like a schoolgirl and I saw a faint smile grace Hajime's otherwise rugged face before he leaned in and kissed her. Hitoshi rolled his eyes beside me and cleared his throat as I politely looked away with a deep red blush.
Hajime glanced over to Hitoshi and I. When his eyes landed on me, his eyebrows rose ever so slightly. I froze as he walked up to me and held out his hand.
     "You gonna take it or are you just gonna gawk?" He teased.
     Shaking myself, I quickly accepted the gesture and shook his hand. "Sorry, Mr. Shinsou—"
     "Just call him Hajime, dear."
     My gaze flittered nervously to the man before me who simply shrugged. "I don't care. Call me what you want."
     "Right... uh, sorry about that. It's very nice to meet you!"
     "Likewise, kid. Though, I have no idea why you're hanging around a guy like Hitoshi." He rapped said boy on the head with his knuckles. "He's a pain in the ass."
     Hitoshi sat begrudgingly at the table, kicking a chair out for me in the process, all while never breaking intense eye contact with his father.
     "Haha. Very funny." He said finally.
     Taking the seat Hitoshi had crudely motioned for me to sit in, I laughed quietly to myself. "I can see where you get your sense of humour from."
     Once everyone was settled in and Mihoko had served Plan B Dinner, she shifted her attention onto me. "So how did you two meet?"
     I nearly choked on my water.
     "Well, uh... actually, we... it was kind of—"
     "She dropped her books and told me to suck her dick." Hitoshi interjected through a mouthful of meat lovers pizza.
     This time I really did choke. "Hitoshi!"
     "It's true!"
     "You didn't have to say it like that!" I squealed.
     "How would you have preferred me to phrase it?" He asked dryly. "'Her books fell gracefully from her arms and she ever so elegantly commanded me to put my mouth where no mouth should ever be.'"
     By this point, I was positively mortified, flushed all the way from my neck to the tips of my ears. I was just about to retort when loud, booming laughter sounded from the other end of the table. Hajime was nearly doubled over as he regarded the two of us.
     "Your mother told me to choke on my own dick the first time she met me," he howled even louder. "Mihoko, I can't believe he actually found someone that can handle him so perfectly."
     Now Mihoko's eyes widened and she quickly began shushing everyone. "Stop, stop! We're supposed to seem normal, we've just met the girl!"
     "Well past that point," Hitoshi muttered under his breath.
     "Okay! Moving on!" Mihoko rushed. "Enough about these two and... male anatomy. Tell us about you, dear. You go to U.A. too, right? Which class are you in?"
     "Oh, I'm in Class 1-A..." I answered sheepishly.
     Her eyes shone with curiosity. "You must have a pretty amazing quirk! Suitable for combat, I presume?"
     I shifted, slightly nervous now. "You could say that."
     I was worried that she was gonna press me for more information, but instead she said, "My Hitoshi would've been in Class 1-A too if it weren't for those stupid entrance exams."
     She aggressively bit into her slice of pizza.
     Letting out a breath of relief, I added, "I couldn't agree more. Hitoshi has a great quirk, I've never seen anything quite like it. It's so cool!"
     Mihoko seemed briefly surprised by my praise, but it quickly turned into giddy enthusiasm. "It is, isn't it? I'm glad you think so."
     "Have you chosen a hero name yet?" Hajime chimed in.
     He had seemed very aloof before, so the question took me off guard. I hadn't even thought that he was paying attention, let alone interested in what I had to say.
     "Yes, actually," I replied confidently. "My hero name is Reaper."
     Hitoshi's parents stared at me in bewilderment.
     "Oh, that's an interesting choice." Mihoko murmured. "What's your quirk?"
     I gulped. This was the question I had been dreading. Sweating a little, I responded, "Undertaker. I can utilize the souls of the dead."
     Silence.
     I cleared my throat. "It's not super heroic—"
     "THAT'S SO COOL!" Mihoko shrieked, openly fangirling.
I was taken aback—this was not the reaction I had prepared for.
     "She can also see the souls of the living," Hitoshi commented with a knowing smirk in my direction.
     "You can?!" Mihoko scooted closer to me. "What's mine like?!"
     "Very bright," I chuckled. "Very pink. It's like electricity and it never stops moving."
     She gasped in delight like a child. "Do his!"
     I followed her finger to see Hajime who also appeared to be curious about my response.
     I narrowed my eyes. "His aura is deep blue, like the darkest parts of the sea. Steady, like the calm before the storm."
     Mihoko squealed again and smacked her husband on the shoulder. "I knew you had a soul!"
     A small, exasperated laugh escaped my lips at her statement, drawing her attention back to me. "What about Hitoshi's?"
     I turned to study the boy only to discover his eyes already pouring into mine. I glanced away shyly.
     "Well," I began. "Sometimes it's the richest shade of purple you'll ever see. Like an amethyst: cool and hard. Usually, it's placid and sharp around the edges, but when he's really happy, it'll soften into a lavender colour so pure that it could be the petals of the flower itself."
     Hitoshi's lips parted slightly, but he looked away quickly to avoid my gaze. Not before I could see the slight dusting of pink tinging his cheeks, though.
     "Wow," Mihoko breathed. "That was beautiful!"
     I fidgeted with the sleeves of my sweater. "Thanks... So what are your quirks?"
     The rest of dinner largely consisted of Mihoko swooning over Hitoshi and I, asking random questions, and Hajime intervening with a sarcastic quip here and there. Hitoshi remained relatively quiet, probably basking in the fact that the spotlight was off of him.
     I learned that Mihoko's quirk was nearly the same as Toshi's. They both had 'Brainwash.' She told me that when he had first developed it, she had been a wreck because she was so nervous about what others may think of him.
     "Hitoshi's quirk is way better than mine, though," she added. "I have to touch people to activate mine whereas he just has to get his opponent to answer him."
     Hajime's quirk was 'No Sleep,' exactly what it sounds like: he doesn't sleep.
That explains the eye bags...
     After spending time with his family, I decided to linger for a little while longer to play some video games. I would never admit it to his face, but secretly I knew that I was gonna miss seeing Hitoshi next week.
     By the time everything was cleaned up and we had finished our intense game of Mario Kart—which I totally demolished him in—it was already getting dark.
     "I'll walk you home," Hitoshi stated as he slipped on his shoes.
     I made to protest, but the lavender-haired boy had already hopped down the front steps. With a few bone-crushing hugs and cheery farewells, I was off.
     "Please come visit again!" Mihoko called.
     I twisted around and waved goodbye to her and Hajime in the doorway with a bright grin.
     Shinshi entwined his fingers with mine and we began our trek to my house. I had to keep a brisk pace to keep up with him, but I didn't mind. The cool night air was comforting and the blazing colours of the sunset created a beautiful halo around his startlingly purple hair.
     I caught him staring at me from the corner of my eye. "What's up?"
     He shook his head. "You're a real people person, you know that?"
     "As if!" I laughed. "Your family is just super kind and welcoming. It makes me happy that you have people in your life like that."
     His eyes saddened at that comment, but only for a moment. "I hope that I can be a person like that for you..."
     My eyes widened. "Hitoshi..."
     Nothing more could be said as we crossed paths with a few of our peers from school. I heard one of the boys whisper my name to his friend. My eyebrows furrowed.
     "Isn't that (Y/N)?" The blue-skinned boy  surreptitiously pointed in my direction. "I heard she has one hell of a quirk. So twisted, she's sure to be a villain."
     His green-haired companion nodded in confirmation. "Everyone's saying that she's the daughter of," he shuddered, "All for One."
     My blood ran cold in my veins.
In an instant, my body was being jerked into Hitoshi's side. Sensing my discomfort, he sent the scariest glare I had ever seen him don towards the two poor boys.
He growled protectively, "You got something to say?"
"N-no, we just—"
"Go home." He commanded in a monotone voice.
Like toy soldiers, the boys turned and began marching off, presumably in the direction of their homes.
My jaw dropped. "H-Hitoshi, you didn't have to—"
"I did." He insisted. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Physically or otherwise."
"Hitoshi," I breathed. It was the only word that I seemed to be able to form.
Then reality came crashing in. "Oh, no."
"What?" He questioned.
"How do they know?"
Hitoshi stiffened. "It's just gossip. They don't have any proof."
"This isn't good, Hitoshi. This isn't good at all," I panicked. "Someone knows about me. Someone is spreading rumours, planting the seed in everyone else's heads. But why?"
"(Y/N)—"
"If one of my classmates gets a little bit too curious and decides to look into my history, it could all be over. They could find out who I am. What I've done."
"(Y/N)!" Hitoshi repeated.
My breathing became erratic. "Oh god, they're gonna hate me—"
Suddenly, my face was being cupped by two warm hands. Thumbs caressed my cheeks before moving to press into the delicate flesh just beneath my jaw. A slight pressure had me tipping my head back and before I could even comprehend what was happening, Hitoshi's lips collided with mine in a heated kiss. His actions were urgent, but the way his mouth moulded to mine was nothing short of adoring.
I melted into his embrace and kissed him back just as fervently. He pulled me closer, pressing me into his chest and my mind was going a mile a minute. Instinctively, my hands reached up to thread through his messy hair—it was like touching a cloud.
     He gasped and for a short moment his lips left mine, but they came crashing down again just as quickly.
When he finally parted from me, purple orbs half-lidded and glowing, I stared wide-eyed back. What just happened?
He released a shaky breath. "Just shut up."