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𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮

Requested by: @luluzinhagacha1

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Doesn't it feel hopeless when you are the only one hated in this cruel world, you have to be this, you have to be that, you have to act like the prodigy child you were meant and supposed to be. Not some kind of reject, Not some kind of fool.

But how is she this amazing, how does she do it? Being the leading actress of this sinful world, how can she but why can't he.

Looking at her way, Blending in the crowd as they all began to swallow her with endless and meaningless questions like, 'how was your day', if it where him being asked, he'd ignore them but she, how is she able to answer every single time.

He started to hate her.

But he could not help but wonder why he was following her.

Was she a magnet or some thing, was that her quirk? What ever it was.

He was drawn to her.

A perplexity, one that is known to all but her meaning of existence is one he has yet to ask.

He looked at her.

Seeing the way she smiled back at him... It must be fate right? Once again it made him question even more, as he watched countless of students fall off a rooftop from a near by building. It was thrilling for him to know he was doing this for Y/n, the feelings she made him feel, the questions she made him ask, yet as he looked at the way she cried for her dead friends, it clicked,

The World Wants Him to Comfort Her.

To Have Her.

To Take Care of Her.

Because no one can.

His dull eyes scanned the room she was trapped in.

"SHINSOU!" She yelled with all her heart as the boy got close and started to beat the crap out of every Villain in the room. She closed her eyes for a while then a cold and rough hand caressed her face as the chains on her hands were freed,

Y/n hugged him murmuring words of how scared she was.

And now he felt addicted to this side of her.

This side where he could easily manipulate the way she acted, the way her feelings expressed, it was so addictive.

So what better way than to keep his little puppet, surrounded with an audience yet visible strings controled by the puppeteer.

He smiled at the thought.

"Are You Ok?"

"Yes."

"Good."

But he knew if he truly wanted to have a lot more fun, he needs to level up the game, a puppeteer who doesn't need strings to control the puppet. Once again he smiled at the thought of it.

Oh, how delightful!

Oh, how amusing would it be for the girl to be on each word he says.

Yet he needs to be patient.

Watch out, he doesn't need his quirk.