Phantom [BNHA x Male OC]

6

You sad little bitch.

C'mon, why don't you get up?  Pussy?

Pathetic.

I sighed, running my fingers through the black mess that was my hair and promptly stood to follow everyone out the room.  We made our way down the winding hallways of the school before the girls split from the boys, most likely finding their locker room.  Once all the guys were at their respective lockers, everyone quickly stripped and started pulling on their gym uniforms.  I slowly undid my blazer and dress shirt, popping the buttons out of place and shrugging it off my shoulders.  I neatly wrapped my red tie around said items and pulled on the required jacket.  My sunglasses gleamed slightly in the light at I adjusted them and my earbuds.  Music blared into my ears, just quiet enough to not be heard from the outside.

After shrugging on the pants and fixing my shoes, I finally looked up to see that peppermint boy staring in my direction again.  What was his problem?  I didn't do anything to him from what I know of.

I quickly froze in place once his frosty eyes seemingly met my hidden ones.  Even the music pouring from my earbuds seemed like a dead silent static noise, my senses appearing to dull as I was dragged into the mismatched glare.  I swiftly turned my head and met eyes with a spiky red-head.  He gave me a shark-toothed smile, which somewhat calmed my nerves.  He seemed nice.

"Hey man!  Name's Kirishima Eijiro!  What's yours?" He asked, the big smile still present on his face.  I lowered my earbuds to around my neck and grinned back at him.  "I'm Hisashi Tzuki, it's a pleasure to meet ya shark boy."

"A-ah?  Shark boy?"  Kirishima questioned, a slight red tint to his cheeks.  I nodded with a smile, "It's cause your teeth are sharp and cool like a shark's.  I hope you don't mind me callin' you that.." I rubbed the back of my neck, slightly embarassed but quickly looked back up when the red haired boy placed his hand on my shoulder, his other hand as a thumbs up.  His flushed cheeks could still be seen, but I didn't really focus on that. 

"I-It's no problem bro!  I'd love to have that nickname!" He grinned at me, which made mine wider. 

Before we could start talking again, a rough hand gripped my other shoulder from behind, and I looked up to see Izuku with a slightly strained smile on his face. 

"You making friends good, Tzuki?" He asked, green eyes clashing with my hidden ones in a questioning way.  He then realized what he said and his face exploded into a fiery blush.  "I-I-I mean-n, Hisashi!  I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean t-to call you by y-your first name!"

I was silent for a moment before chuckling gently.  "It's fine Izuku, I already call you by your first name, it's only fair you call me by mine."

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I'd love to call you mine....
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Izuku was silent for a moment before his face broke into a grin.  "A-Alright Tzuki-chan!"  I was slightly confused about the add on, but accepted it anyways.  A sudden cough interrupted up and I looked back at the forgotten shark. 

His brilliant red eyes were narrowed slightly at Izuku before his gaze shifted to me and they softened a bit.  "Mr. Aizawa's probably waiting for us.."

I quickly darted my head around and gasped when realizing we were the last in the locker room.

"Shit, we're gonna be murdered!"

We booked it out of the room, sprinting down the tunnel like Usain Bolt with the other two hot on my heels.  Once we reached the field where all our other classmates were gathered, we stopped and huffed for breath.  Hopefully Aizawa won't notice, right? 

Dead.

Wrong.

(Haha his quirk is called Phantom)
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(Laugh at my miserable joke)

They all caught and held the breath they just regained when their teacher's deadly gaze landed on them, paired with all their other classmates'.

"Wonderful of you three to join us." He said sarcastically.  You could practically see his killer intent and the three of them gulped.  Aizawa then turned back to the rest of the class, finishing what he was saying about the tests before the three rats finally appeared.

"Bakugou," said blonde bitch raised his head.  "You placed second on the entrance exam, come up and show them how to do the ball throw."

Bakugou was about to walk up before he froze, head whipping towards his sleep deprived teacher.  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SECOND!?  WHO THE HELL CAME IN FIRST?"

Oh...oh NO....

Mr. Aizawa looked at his phone for a minute before sighing and muttering, "Hisashi Tzuki."

The whole class went dead silent before a few heads turned to his direction, the rest following suit to find the black haired boy who stood with his hands in his pockets.  Todoroki's eyes snapped to your rigid form, orbs narrowed in interest.  The blonde bomb's sharp crimson eyes met your sunglasses, and you could practically feel your death approaching.

He stomped his way over to you, Izuku shuffling in front of you slightly.  You felt your heart beat a little faster at the small protective gesture, and you stared at the explosive blonde's approaching form.

"How the FUCK did an extra like you get first place!?" He screamed at you, fists clenched and releasing explosions from his palms.  You simply sighed slightly, now everyone's eyes were on you.  Greeeaaat. 

"...My quirk."

You gave him a simple answer.  He apparently did not like that since he growled at you, eyes wide in rage as he flung his arm towards you, a medium-sized explosion firing from his hand.  Izuku's eyes widened as he instinctively dodged it, before realizing you had not moved a single inch.  Right before the fire hit you, you quickly phased through it.

Bakugou's lips twitched upwards when he didn't see any movement through the thick smoke.  Aizawa's eyes were wide and he had swiftly undone his capture weapon.

"Damn, that wasn't half bad buddy."

Everyone went stiff, eyes glued to the smoke that slowly parted away to reveal your undisturbed figure.  Not a single burn or scratch appeared on your uniform or skin.  Bakugou's eyes widened and he quickly clenched his fist.  Izuku's eyes were big in wonder and curiosity, along with most of the class besides a darkly scowling bi-color haired male.

Aizawa's eyes scanned you for any injury, before he grunted and faced the class again.  Izuku run up next to you, speed walking in circles around you trying to spot even the faintest hint at damage.

There was none.

"Now that that's over with, it's time for the tests... Whoever scores the lowest will be kicked from the school."

Fuuuuuun...