BNHA/MHA - A Hero and a Villain (AHV) [BL]

Scene 4: A Seductive Samurai

[Shinso]

Despite checking almost half of the pharmacies within 6 blocks, none of them carried antidotes for poison. He could only guess that no one found it necessary since most disturbances were caused by quirks. Disappointed, he swiftly made his way back to his apartment.

However, upon entering, he was horrified at the sight before him.

The young man was sprawled on the floor in front of the couch, the front of his mouth and shirt stained with a waterfall of blood spatters. The thick crimson liquid pooled around his legs, staining the light grey floorboards beneath him. His body was motionless, his eyes tightly shut.

Hitoshi stumbled over to him, dropping to his knees as he checked the man's pulse. To his horror, he found nothing. For a moment he sat there, frozen. He knew that if he started CPR right now, he might be able to bring the man back, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

'Could this man really be dead? What happened? Why was he not here to help? This was all his fault!'

Then, as if by a miracle, the body before him stirred.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, and instead of emitting a pained whine, he let out a gentle yawn, sitting up against the base of the couch. He glanced over at Hitoshi, his eyes dull, but not in a bad way. Those gleaming green irises immediately locked his gaze onto them. The young man smiled at him, startling Hitoshi out of his melancholy, "Hm? Ah, you're back. Did it take a while?" Hitoshi was dumbstruck, he had no idea how to respond.

There was no pulse just now. Did I misjudge the location? Was he just asleep? What the hell just happened?!

He forced himself to get it together and found himself fumbling for a reply, "Yes, I.....I'm sorry I took so long. The nearest one didn't have anything in stock. But, uh, how are you feeling?" The young man frowned a bit, raising a thumb to his lower lip, "Rather peachy, actually. I think I passed out a little while after you left. The poison must have burned itself out while I was asleep."

Hitoshi was still wary, raising a hand to the man's chest and lightly applying pressure. The man didn't respond, barely batting an eyelash at the gesture. "Does it hurt at all?" The man shook his head, "Not even a bit." It was a simple response. Something about this bothered Hitoshi, just the sheer circumstances of the situation he was in, and how it had played out. Just what was going on here?

He wanted to pursue the question further, but he knew that now wasn't the time. He had a civilian to take care of.

He extended a hand, and the man took it, letting Hitoshi help him up off the floor and back onto the couch. Hitoshi stared at the blood that now soaked the man's shirt, and the man followed his gaze, making a clicking noise with his tongue. "Ah, yes, I should get that fixed. Wouldn't want to be walking around covered in bloodstains. Someone might think I was a murderer."

The way he said that word deeply unnerved Hitoshi, but what happened next bothered him even more.

The man began to unbutton his shirt, lifting it over his head to reveal that strikingly chiseled chest that Hitoshi had seen back at the gym. His face immediately lit up red, and he forced himself to look away. "Do you have to do that now?" The young man raised an eyebrow, "If not now, when? I'm afraid I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. We're both men, aren't we?"

Hitoshi felt a little embarrassed as that thought crossed his mind, "You can borrow some of mine. Would a T-shirt be fine?" The young man looked down for a moment, then nodded, "Yes. These pants will be sufficient until I return home."