After polishing his oval shaped glasses, Shin Nemoto was off to school as he tucked his handy glasses cleaner in the inner pocket of his coat. He strolled across the silent neighborhood, passing through the most mundane things he has seen for every day he has lived. His elderly neighbor sitting by their porch, the young adult woman who always tends to her garden, the dogs that would often play in the streets...

Nothing special, really. It's just another one of those days. And he's content with it. No one was bothering him and that's what matters. He doesn't need anyone occupying his proximities. It might seem kind of sad, but to him it isn't. He just liked being alone, it decreases the risk of being betrayed. Not that anyone would want him as a friend, nor does he want them as friends. Anyways, he just like the way it is. Silent, peaceful-

"Nemoto! Heyy!"

There they were, L/N Y/N in the flesh. Their uniform was incomplete yet again, they're coat missing from the complete uniform, sleeves rolled to their elbows as their dominant arm was layered with the rubber bandage and a home-made arm sling. The student who would talk back to teachers if they did something wrong and unjustifiable. The student who would skip classes for fun, perhaps commit unspeakable things. Oh they're smart and kind alright and it is unsettling for him. They way their face alter between the sassy, sarcastic asshole to a tooth rotting kind of sweet. A two-faced liar. Others might not see it, but oh he was better than these fools. And here he thought you'd bug off after the project... Alas, you still needed something from him.

You ran after the bespectacled blonde, a cheery smile present on your face. Naturally, he halted as a reaction pulled away from him when he heard someone utter his name. He didn't realized it made it look like as if he was waiting for you, but you didn't mind nontheless. Once you caught up with him, he started to quickens his pace. You weren't oblivious to his attempts of losing you, nor were you giving up. Doing a power move, you moved in the same, abnormal pace of casual walking as he does.

"Nice weather we're having today, don't you think?" You casually started a conversation, eyes fluttering innocently in an attempt to be chatty.

"Don't you have a friend to walk with?" Oh he wasn't subtle at all when he said it, he might as well told you to leave him the fuck alone, but Mikan L/N didn't raise a quitter.

"Heather usually wakes up late and doesn't often catch up with me. Besides, don't you think it's a little lonely for you to walk alone?" You closed the little space between the two of you, your footsteps in sync with his.

"I don't need companions. It's just walking towards school. It's not like someone would abduct me amidst an almost crowded neighborhood." He would attempt once again to quicken his pace, but he reckoned that you'd mimic his pace.

"Well that's true," you shrugged at his statement. "But I want to walk with you, that's all. It's not like planning to mug you or anything. Besides, I think you're capable enough to break my other functioning arm of I planned to do that." You waved your non dominant arm in a 'jazz hand' motion with a grin.

He mentally rolled his eyes, before letting you be. They silently walked by his side, seemingly finding simple joy over jumping over the cracks of concrete along the way the school. What could their intention be, he wonders? It's not like you were unintelligent to need him to answer your homework or something... Or perhaps you'd love another target. After all, you were no stranger to hurting people, one way or another, all people do even if it's intentional or not. No matter what it was, he need to keep his distance away from you. He feels distrust towards others as well, don't feel sorry.

Once you arrived in school there weren't any students yet, which was very usual, you were either too early or too late. You headed straight to your seat, carefully and strategically attempting to take the straps of your bag off your shoulders, while Nemoto made his way into his own seat. It was apparent he heard your struggles on how you cursed and grunted lowly to yourself, as you tried to take your bulky bag off your shoulders.

"Need any help?" The blonde caught himself uttering out loud. He didn't mean to, but his natural instinct of helping people who struggled whilst they are vulnerable in some way kicked in. I mean, you mentioned you broke your arm from being crushed under a heavy weight... If that's even true. "Is your arm really even broken?" Purple waves shot at your direction, as you stood in a few seats away from him.

Once the waves hit you, your mouth flowed out with answers even if you didn't thought of a reply. "Yes, I was running an errand for my sister when complications happen and my arm was caught under a heavy object." It spilled in your mouth with no junctures, it came out as clean and precise... Something that'd surely happen if one uses their quirk on you. Realising this, you covered your mouth. You staggered back for a moment, unsure of how you should respond to this in a way you wouldn't cuss him out. "Don't do that, it felt so violating." Your voice was muffled under your palm.

You turned away from him, upset at his usage of his quirk over you. And why the hell would he use his quirk over you under these circumstances? Did he doubted your injury and assumed you were faking? For what reason did he thought you were faking? Why would you fake an injury anyways? If your broken arm is anything, it's a big inconvenience you dragged around considering it is your dominant arm you broke, who the fuck would go out of their way to break their arm and for what?

There was something about how you turned away from him, voice low and filled with... Oh what was it? Sadness? Betrayal? He doesn't know, but he was guilty. What had gotten in him to doubt they broke their arm anyways? He shook his head. It must be one of their manipulative tactic, but is it really one?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." He apologized without even thinking twice. He is wrong, he admits it. But that doesn't mean his suspicions over you has faded. He was simply apologizing for the fact he was wrong and he used his quirk over you without your consent. Violating... Why does he feel so mad at himself for hearing those words refer to him? Him? Violating someone? He would never! But is that how you really feel?

"Here let me help you," He approaches you, helping you from taking your bag off. He would admit, your bag was so heavy, what the heck were you carrying? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, averting your gaze. That damn upset eyes that upsets him as well.

"It's okay, just don't do it again... It's just so wrong." You nodded at him, before seating yourself behind your desk. Nodding, he goes to his seat and does the same thing. He looked over your direction, peering from his glasses to see you in a daze... He can never imagine you possessing the sort of gaze. He could never imagined how it would affect you like that.

He shook his head. Surely this was one of your manipulation tactics. Who would get upset over a quirk usage? All he asked was regarding if your broken arm was true or false. It was unreasonable to ask, but it was also a dumb question to get upset over.

Soon, more students started to flood the classroom until lessons started... But he couldn't concentrate. All he can think about was that look in your eyes... Because of what he had done. Ughh, why must you do him like this? He simply shook his head, free from any thoughts of you. He just wants to get through this day and learn something.

"Good morning class!" The teacher's voice rang with authority as students scrambled to their respectively assigned desks. "I hope all of you had a nice weekend and you finished your projects. Now, as I remembered, L/N and Nemoto are the first pair." The teacher peeked from her manila folder and towards the pair.

The handsome bespectacled blond stood from his seat after gathering the printed articles from his bag neatly arranged in a manila folder, pushing his glasses to his nose as he walked in front of the class. He glances back to his shoulder to see you rising from your seat and following behind him.

"Oh L/N, what happened to your arm?" Your teacher noticed your armed slung to your chest as you walked forward.

"Its was simply an accident Miss Tanaka. Nothing to worry about." You reassured your teacher, before turning to your classmates. You heard Shin clear his throat and started with the lesson.

You still haven't gotten over his usage of his quirk towards you... Why did he needed to know whether your arm was broke or not? Why, did he thought you were faking? Oh my god, for what reason? It's not like your classmates are going to take pity on you and give you money like some beggar with a crippled arm! They didn't even reacted when they saw your arm!

You simply brushed it off. He was probably just curious. But he should have asked without using his quirk on you. It's not like you'd like about these sort of things, why would you? There was no reason for you to pretend to have a broken arm, nor do you have the intention to do it. Mentally sighing, you simply waited for your turn for the reporting.