Shinso's smirk grew wider as he reached out to pinch Bakugo's lips shut. "Shush. Who said I'd give you a choice Kacchan?"
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He bristled with rage, small pops erupting all over his body as he slapped Shinso's hand away. "Don't fucking touch me!" Bakugo raged. "And don't call me that either!"
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Shinso just kept his grin on as Bakugo slapped his hand. Oh, he asked for it, this was going to be fun. “Kacchan…gotcha.” Shinso said as he trigged his Quirk and slid into Bakugo’s mind. Fortunately, Deku seemed to lose interest in the conversation and no one else was around. Perfect. “Shut up Bakugo, be a good boy and go over to the bench and sit on your hands and don’t move.”
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@thehazingang88 [ Charlie to Vox 👀]: “I don’t care what you’ve done, I’ll always stay by your side.”
Vox’s grin widened — slow, sharp, and humming faintly with static as he reached out to tilt her chin upward with two gloved fingers.
“Well, well, well… listen to you, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice layered with that smooth digital distortion that made every word crawl pleasantly across the air. “Didn’t think I’d ever hear those words coming from you.”
He leaned closer, his glowing eyes flickering with satisfaction as he studied her vacant, adoring gaze.
“See? This is what I’ve been saying all along. The world’s so much easier when you stop fighting and just tune in.” His thumb brushed her jaw gently. “No judgment, no fear, no little speeches about redemption. Just loyalty… and me.”
The hum of his screens deepened, filling the space around them with his voice like a warm, invasive current.
“Good girl,” he murmured, smile softening just enough to be unnerving. “Stay by my side, and I’ll make sure you never have to think again.”
(All your fault you made me want to write about it, lol)
Ojiro was just finishing his work out when HE approached. Shinso Hitoshi. The 1-A student still had hard feelings towards the other from how the whole Sports Festival thing went down. He knew the other was a fellow student and he shouldn’t bear any hard feelings for the other wanting to win, but this felt personal somehow. Clamping his mouth shut and making sure to bite his lips so he didn’t forget, he nodded at Shinso. Polite, but not overly friendly. That was the plan! Grabbing a notepad, he wrote. GOOD EVENING.
Shinso smiled slightly, eyeing the other. How amusing, the monkey boy doesn’t trust me. If only he knew! Shinso thought to himself as he looked wounded. “Is something wrong Ojiro-kun? Don’t you trust me?”
Ojiro’s hackles rose slightly, having the feeling the other was up to something and messing with him. Keeping his mouth shut, he shook his head.
“Aw, you wound me Ojiro-kun.” Shinso said as he moved closer and responding to the unspoken threat Ojiro found himself taking a step back as Shinso invaded his personal space. “What if I told you that you don’t need to speak for me to use my Quirk now?” Not quite the truth, but accurate enough as he left a hypnotic trigger buried in Ojiro’s head for future use.
For a moment, Ojiro’s face looked panicked. It couldn’t be true! It couldn’t, the other was messing, lying and…
Shinso grinned at the look on Ojiro’s face. “Ojiro, remember your true master.” He said clearly.
The result was instantaneous as Ojiro’s eyes went wide and then blank as his body relaxed, arms slumping and tail even going limp on the floor behind him, the 1-A student now a helpless slave to Shinso’s will. “I remember Master.”
Shinso grinned as he moved closer, sliding his hand into Ojiro’s tunic and rubbing along the other’s sweaty chest. “Much better. Much better indeed my pet monkey. Now…what will you do for me my slave?”
Ojiro didn’t react as the other felt him up. “I will do and think whatever you want me to Master.”
Shinso grinned and nodded as he opened Ojiro’s tunic more, exposing more skin for viewing. “Good boy…”
