BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

BakuShindo | My Power Puppet

Katsuki finished the day with a sour taste in his mouth. He felt odd, especially once he thought more about it. During the hero licensing exam against Shiketsu High, Katsuki and the class came across some... special... people. But one, in particular, stuck out to him. Someone he always saw in his peripheral vision... someone who was always two steps behind him, no matter where he went, just looking... watching... as if he'd been preying on Katsuki.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧◃۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ
Content warning: Verbal altercation/Heavy arguing, interpreted violence, platonic BakuDeku
Word count: 8267
Request by; JosephDiTomaso
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ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧◃۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

        Whenever he sprinted past the black-haired student, Katsuki would feel his guts twisting... he felt sick whenever he approached him. And he wants to know why. Why... does Yo Shindo contain a bad aura to him? He's curious...

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Katsuki was one of the few last students to enter the bus.
He'd gone "missing" from amongst the crowd, while in reality, he'd just gone to the bathroom before the bus departed-- to which he'd only planned on being in there for five or fewer minutes.

He walks into the public restroom with a sigh, feeling weighed down by exhaustion caused by multiple things, multiple sources. He stepped by the mirrors and did a quick rundown of his appearance; his clothes are still without rips and his face is merely but scratched. No blood, which is always something welcoming to see. He unlatches his gauntlets and drops them by the door furthest from the restroom's main door without a bother in the world and steps into the stall to follow through with his business. He's grateful to have the restroom to himself... Though it may not be thought of, he despises doing something private with others in the area. After all, after such a long day, some peace and privacy feel rewarding.

He steps back out and drags his gauntlets towards the sinks by his feet, trying to avoid touching them with unwashed hands. He glanced at his face and neck again as the cold tap water ran against calloused, worn hands, feeling a few stings from fresh cuts or opened blisters. He's left in his own distracted bubble for the while, but a soft click is enough to pop it.

Was that the door locking? He thought to himself. He's alone in the restroom, had something nudged against the doorknob?

His gaze remains laid upon that door as he wrapped up washing and drying his hands. Walking towards it, another ponder strikes his mind. "It couldn't be the door, there's nothing near it."

It surely was the door... and the lock seems to have gotten stuck in place. Fantastic, his mind all but sarcastically groaned.
He gave it consistent tries anyway, each tug growing increasingly frantic while the lock doesn't budge beneath his nearly brute force. Having no other option and no more patience, the blond throws a kick at the stubborn obstacle.

"OI!" He snarled at nothing, "WHOEVER THE FUCK'S MESSIN' WITH ME IS GONNA FUCKIN' DIE AS SOON AS I BLOW THIS SHIT UP."

The lights going out drained any bit of patience or remorse he had left. Right on queue with his shouts, the bathroom darkens. He jiggles the doorknob again and throws another heavy booted kick towards it, growling another deadly "HEY! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!"

His punches and kicks have gained explosions to back them up, but nothing worked. The door stands as a survivor.

Little by little, he begins to grow frantic as well. He's never felt scared of thin air before, his stomach has never turned the way it's currently doing so.