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No One Will Ever Believe You

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  Ojiro wasn't having the best day. He had run into old classmates while out shopping and hadn't had the best time. 

 

 You see, many people looked at him weirdly. Some complimented him, yet it all felt fake. They were either terrified of him or disgusted. 

 

 He actually thought he had made a friend. His name was Kare Uso. Well, he was made fun of frequently for his quirk. Or rather, his lack of one. 

 

 Ojiro had seen the other kids teasing him and felt the need to step in. He was aiming to be a Hero, after all. 

 

 After he had, the two became joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod. They were extremely close friends and shared "everything."  

 

 This seems ridiculous now. 

 

 Uso has a quirk. The quirk is called Tongue Twisting and is self explanatory. He can change the tone of someone's voice. With extra concentration, he can trick someone into believing themselves when he does. 

 

 And he abused the hell out of it. 

 

 Ojiro had played right into his hands. He was practically a puppet to Uso. Did every little thing he said to the letter with no return. 

 

 It makes him want to throw up at how easily he was controlled. 

 


 

  "Mashirao?" 

 

 Ojiro freezes in place and looks up. 

 

 A tall, slim boy stands in front of him. His silky looking honey colored strands fall down below his shoulders, gracefully hovering over them as it laps over to his back. Under the messy locks sit glowing yellow cat eyes, gleaming with hostility. 

 

 "Uso…?" He utters pitifully. No no no no. Fuck. No. No! The other's face morphs into an animalistic grin.

 

 "Word on the street is you're training at UA." Uso chuckled. "But of course, you were at the sports festival so it was obvious." He adds, his smirk falling. 

 

 "How the hell did you even manage to get into a Hero school!?" He spits. "You're weak and pathetic. I bet you had someone on the in-" 

 

 "Shut the hell up, fuckass." 

 

 "Huh- wh-" Ojiro gapes, his eyes gazing overthe new person. 

 

 Katsuki Bakugou.

 

 Katsuki fucking Bakugou. 

 

  "Oh well if it isn't the winner of the sports festival." Uso sneers and his eyes twitch manically. "Come on, what are you doing standing up for this…" he looks at Ojiro, "...thing." 

 

 Bakugou looks at Ojiro confusedly, before realizing. With a grunt he turns back to Uso. 

 

 "I dont know if you realized or not shithead, but it he was weak, he wouldn't be fucking alive!" Bakugou snarles, popping off an explosion in his right palm as his left gripped Ojiro's wrist. 

 

 "Katsuki?" Another voice cooed, making Bakugou freeze in his tracks. "Did you put any more spider lilies on his desk?"

 

 "..." 

 

 "Go die alo-ne…" Bakugou whispers, his voice cracking. 

 

 Ojiro almost laughs.

 

 THE Katsuki Bakugou's voice cracked. But then again.. a spider lily? On someone's desk? That's literally telling them to- 

 

  Oh. 

 

Oh.  

 

 Bakugou's grip tightens as he practically dragged Ojiro away. 

 

 "Hey BaA-" The martial artist stumbles forward when Bakugou releases him from his hold, catching himself. 

 

 "I'm leaving." 

 

 "Hm?" Ojiro blinks. 

 

 "I said I'm leaving." 

 

 "O-oh.." 

 

 "This doesn't make us friends, got it?" 

 

 "Uh, yeah…" 

 

 Bakugou shoots Ojiro one final glare before he walks off, leaving the tailed boy lost in hopeless confusion. 

 

 "What the fuck?"  

 

  Buzz  

 

 He takes his phone out to see the lockscreen flare to life. 

 

  UNKNOWN NUMBER 

 

  No one will ever believe you 

 

 


 

 

 "Hey tails." 

 

 Ojiro hums in acknowledgment. The two blondes sit in the middle of the dorm common room, all alone. Not a word had left their lips about the night before, and it was kept that way. 

 

 The TV illuminates the couch softly and shows the mutated boy sitting against the arm of couch, his tail curled around itself on the cushion beside the boy. 

 

 Bakugou stands in front of the couch, casting a shadow over Ojiro. His ruby eyes scowl, yet Ojiro thinks there might as well be something else involved. 

 

 "Who the hell was that guy?" Bakugou growled,  shoving his hands into his pockets. 

 

 Ojiro stared. "Huh? O-oh. He um, he was an old classmate…" he paused, "who was that other guy…?" 

 

 "Old classmate, just another filthy extra." 

 

 Ojiro gulps and flicks his tail. "What you said… uh, did you mean it?" 

 

 "You tryna say I'm a damn liar?!" 

 

 "No! And keep your voice down..!" 

 

 Bakugou clicks his tongue. "Yes. I did fucking mean it." 

 

 "O..okay, uh, what did that other dude mean by spider lilly?" 

 

 "The flower dumbass." 

 

 Ojiro mentally facepalmed. "No- about putting it on someones desk. And why did you even help me?" 

 

 "I couldn't stand by and fucking watch someone get hurt. Not again. Not ever. I'm a hero dammit…" 

 

 "That's not what i.." 

 

 Bakugou shakes his head. "Forget it." He growls and begins trudging back to his room. 

 

 Ojiro flicks his tail in annoyance. "Oh, and," the explosive teen starts and turns his head ever so slightly, "no one will ever believe you." 

 

 And Ojiro hates it. 

 

 Because he knows Bakugou's right. 

 

 And that he has no idea what the fuck happened. 

 

 It was going to be a long school year.