Secrets and Things (MxM)

NOTE:

Oddity (Noun): Magic or power possessed by 0.5% of the world's human population, making them rare and extremely valuable. (They work similarly to quirks in BNHA)

- Italics = thoughts the POV thinks for the story (character development?)

- I realized (parenthesis) can also be thoughts but it's like mix of author's thoughts and the character's thoughts. This is confusing. I guess it's more directed towards the audience than the characters in the story

Previously:

"So, I'm here tonight to ask you a very important question before I kill you. Why'd you target those two places and more importantly, why did you think that the idea of rape and non-consensual sex is acceptable? Oh, Borris..."

I threw in a low-key psychotic smile (A/N An idiot told me it's Tokyo Ghoul Chic). I hope you feel fear and I hope that fear overwhelms you. After all... you deserve it.

"... say your prayers". 

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POV ????

By the time I had finished with what I needed to say, the office welcomed eerie and cold silence. Well... not exactly silence since the rainstorm was still going haywire and the rain was still beating the shit out of the windows. When I say silence, I meant that there was nothing being said by both parties. Obviously, none from me since I had finished my lecture and was waiting for a response from Borris, and nothing from Borris as he continued to float in mid-air, mouth agape. However, a response was not what I got at all.

Instead, I was greeted by an extremely pale face on Borris. Holy shit, there is legitimately no sign of blood near his face. I didn't freak him out too much, right? In addition to the whiteness, he looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, and I could have sworn that I could see sweat forming on his forehead. It was quite clear from this distance. Anyway, he was straight up frozen... in the air... We were still in the air, right? I looked down to confirm my curiosity, only to not be greeted by the floor but instead just nothingness. I also realised, after paying closer attention,  that Borris wasn't actually frozen. In fact, he was far from frozen. His hands and feet were trembling like an earthquake. It was so bad that I thought I had caused him to have a seizure and started kind of freaking out internally because I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE SOMEONE TO HAVE A FUCKING SEIZURE.

Fuckity fuck, I need to see if he's alright. I don't wanna but I don't want to cause someone's death in such a painful manner like this.

"Uh... are you okay?"

THANK THE LORD I HAD ASKED because the question broke him out of his trance and somewhat reduced the shaking of his limbs. But also, damn the lord for making me ask because Borris immediately decided to swing towards my not-face in response. With my fast reflexes, I managed to dodge getting hooked into the wall. He didn't expect that though, and clumsily flew towards the desk. I'm assuming he increased the weight of his hands considering the velocity he flew with. That punch would've fucking hurt... ouch. Borris didn't crash on the table (unfortunately) but instead managed to land on the desk on his two feet. It wasn't very elegant though, not going to lie. At this point, I had moved towards the door to the outside space where the cubicles were located and I gave him a semi-pissed look.

"Oi, that was bloody rude. I was just checking whether you went into some sort of epileptic shock because I sure as hell don't want to be responsible for that."

Ignoring my comment, he rudely pointed his finger at me and began to shout, "H-HOW'D YOU FI-FIND OUT?"—Wow, that was easy. At least deny the accusation first—"AND WHO ARE YOU? Actually, I've already asked you that question twice and you refuse to answer that. REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE, WHAT I DO AND DON'T DO SHOULD BE NONE OF YOUR CONCERN. YOU WEREN'T DIRECTLY AFFECTED AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU."*