Bound to a Villain - ShigarakixOC - HIATUS

Stitches

Misaki's P.O.V

Today was the big day - the sports festival. After two weeks of grueling training filled with sweat, blood and tears, it was time for the students to finally show what they have learned.

"Ne, senpai, you won't be there?!" Yelled Mina, giant tears in her eyes. I smiled at her and shook my head. 

"No, but I will be watching! So you -" I turned my attention to the rest of class 1-A, "-and the rest of you guys better bring your A game. I know you are all talented and strong. That said, you will be the class to watch. You will be scrutinized a lot more than the other classes. So, that in mind, just do your best and deliver what I know you all have." I finished, a soft smile on my face.

"Sensei is so manly..." I heard a teary eyed Kirishima say. 

I giggled at some of the other students reactions as well. I remember how nervous I was the day of my first sports festival. 

Taking a quick bow, I said a final "good luck" and dipped out of the classroom, and headed directly home.

As I made my way home, I couldn't help but think about my conversation with Mirio last night. 

Mirio had asked me yesterday why I wasn't planning on going. I gave a half hearted excuse that I wasn't feeling well. To an extent, it was slightly true. But, it was mostly because I really didn't feel like going this year, although I was grappling with my actual feelings on why. 

A loud bang and a grunt brought me out of my thoughts, stopping me in my tracks. As I turned my head in the direction of said noise, I couldn't help but mutter, "A dark, ominous alleyway, huh?" 

I stood for a moment before clicking my tongue and began to walk through the alleyway. Nothing seemed out of place, that is, until I noticed a body leaned against the wall. 

The stranger  was a tall and slender young man with spiky and tousled looking black hair. His most noticeable features included a set of burnt, purple, scarred skin that was present underneath both his eyes, on his ears and below his jawline all the way down to his collarbone, as well all the way down both of his arms. His clothing consisted more of a rough and baggy appearance, wearing a loose belt, a torn jacket and pants that barely reached his ankles. After I took in his appearance, I crinkled my nose, seemingly smelling the scent of smoke. This man definitely gave off the villain vibe. But, he was still a person who obviously needed help.

"Are you finishing gawking at me? I'm not a zoo animal, yah know." Stated the man. He then slowly tilted his head up at me, glaring at me with the most hauntingly beautiful electric blue eyes. 

"Ah, sorry. I just wanted to make sure whoever was in here was alright. I heard quite the noise outside." I noted while pointing my thumb towards the entrance of the alleyway, completely unperturbed by his ill-mannered comment.

He grunted and attempted to stand, before his legs collapsed under him. I raised my brow, not impressed at his attempt to try to scare me off. Sighing, I dropped my backpack and kneeled down towards him, pushing my long hair out of my face.

"Hey, don't push yourself. You're obviously injured. Where are you hurt?" I asked softly, squinting my eyes to access his body for any telling signs of where the damage was.

"Let me guess, hero in training? Don't waste your time on me. I don't want your help." He hissed while simultaneously jerking away from me. I breathed in deeply at his comment. 

Why do I always find the angry violent ones?

"I really could care less who you are. But, you are obviously hurt and I'm trained in first aid. Don't be so stubborn. Help is help. You want mine or not?" I nearly snapped, my irritation making its way forward. I clicked my tongue in slight annoyance as I watch him turn the gears in his head.