"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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"What the FUCK was that!?" you tried to regain your balance, unsure of why exactly you had actually listened to what this random had ordered you to do.
"Huh?" the boy's voice was noticeably melancholy, which perfectly matched his bored eyes and large black bags that sunk below them. "Oh. Well, you let me go."
No you didn't.
You didn't mean to.
"W-What did you do to me? Is it your quirk?"
Hitoshi knew that your of lack of knowledge about him, was going to give him the upper hand. He had suspicions about you, and was going to figure them all out.
"I asked you to let me go," the boy held eye-contact, and tucked his hands into his pockets casually. "And you did. That was so nice of you, by the way."
Your hands immediately set to flame.
"I DID NOT-"
You cut yourself off.
You decided that it was simply not worth arguing with him. He told you to do something and your body complied with his words.
You didn't want to know what the ugly side of that looks like.
Plus, you have plenty other things to do. You told yourself that you should just continue doing your own thing, in your own space and finish your workout before heading back to the agency.
The gym and the neighbouring rooftops had always been the only places where you don't have to talk to anyone, nor justify anything. You could always just be yourself and do what you wanted.
Now, this idiot was changing things.
"Whatever. Get out of my face."
Hitoshi bowed down to pick up your towel. "I don't think that's a good idea. You're too tired now, you'll end up immobile if you don't stop."
Ignoring him, you took another swing at the bag, slamming your fist into the hard material, feeling instant pain well in your knuckles.
"You should really-"
"Shut the fuck up before I make you. Your opinion has no gravity on me." You took another punch, and glanced at your hands in between that and the next, noticing that all the skin was broken and your knuckles were bloody and bruised.
He was still standing just there.
"Back off! You know, i'm not even in the mood to beat someone to shit, but i'll make an exception for you."
Ignoring the crippling pain like you had always been taught to do, you swung again, before adding a quick kick.
