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Mikhail Lionel is the son of the number 11 hero, Fenikksu.
After living with his mother, pro hero: Gold Rush, for six years in America, Mikhail decides to return home to Japan and start his hero education.
What awaits him?
"You should've known how far your body could go," Recovery Girl continued her scolding as she healed me, "look at you now? Stuck in my office."
God I wish I wasn't.
Tamaki shifted awkwardly beside me as he and I listened to her long list of reasons why she is sick of seeing us third years in here.
Once she was satisfied with my completely bandaged state (I look like Eraser Head the mummy hero right now, I wasn't even that injured, yeesh), she left the room, giving me and Tamaki a comforting silence. It was nice compared to the loudness in the sports festival.
"She w-was mad," Tamaki broke the silence, I looked over to him and smiled.
"Seems so," I nodded, "she never changes though, it's kind of refreshing. Like, no matter what happens, we can look forward to Recovery Girl scolding us for being reckless."
I let out a small laugh as Tamaki just silently nodded.
Suddenly we fell into a silence but this time it wasn't... comfortable at all. Actually, it was heavy with awkwardness. Wanting to break it, I looked to him and went to talk just as Tamaki did.
"Uh—go ahead," I smiled at him and gestured for him to speak first. He took a deep breath in and stared down as he gripped his shirt.
"I—uhm—w-we..." he paused and then took a deep breath in before looking up, "I l-like you... a-a lot."
"Haven't we established this already?" I asked, he shook his head.
We haven't? But we've had a date...
"I-I asked y-you out on a d-date b-but we never a-actually spoke a-about it," he said, his gaze now anywhere but on me.
Oh.
I thought we had...
"Well then, Tamaki," I reached out and took one of his hands, smiling, "I like you too."
He stared at me for a moment before a wobbly smile danced across his lips and he grabbed my band.
"S-so... c-can you be m-my b-b-b-b--" he seemed to struggle to get his words out.
"Boyfriend?" I finished for him, he nodded as red covered his face, glowing brightly, "I'd love to be your boyfriend, Tamaki. But you should know that I'm not really all that good at the dating thing considering how my previous relationship with Aysen ended... so can you bear with me just a bit?"
He nodded and his grip tightened considerably.
"U-um... s-same with m-me," he whispered before dropping his head down on the bed beside my legs. I smiled and started to play with his hair. His hands shot up and grabbed mine, he looked up at me with a surprised look. His face was a deeper red and he looked like he might actually explode.
"Are... you ok, Tamaki?" I asked, kind of worried at how red he was.
"W-what were you—uh—I—so embarrassing," he dropped his head down again and let out a small groan.
I guess that he doesn't like his hair being touched?
Tamaki placed my hand on his head again.
... or not?
°🔥°
About an hour later, Tamaki left to go back to the arena. This was how everything ended up.
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I was sat in Recovery Girl's office with a couple first years.
Well, when I said I was, I mean, I was. They came, got bandaged up and then disappeared again. They're very lively. They didn't even notice me because they were so excited to see who won the fight that was next. I could never with all that energy.
Another ten minutes of waiting later and the door opened, revealing a very beaten up Mirio supporting an equally beaten-up Tamaki, Nejire following close behind with a bright, carefree smile on her face.
"Oh, you guys," I shot them an amused look, "you don't know how to hold back, huh?"
"That's rich coming from you, Mikha-Mikha," Nejire sung out.
'Mikha-Mikha'? A shiver ran down my spine at that name.
"What's with that reaction, huh?!" she pouted, puffing her cheeks out in disapproval.
"I just had a really bad memory of someone who give a headache," I told her, "someone in America I do not miss. Anyway, who won?"
"Mirio," Tamaki and Nejire both said as Mirio just beamed, shot a thumb up at himself and exclaimed a loud 'me'.
I let out a small laugh.
"Good work then," I nodded to them before looking over to Recovery Girl who was shooting the three of them disapproving looks.
You know what... I'm not even going to say anything, I'm just going to lie down and pretend I don't exist.
And so the scolding begins.
°🔥° Awards Ceremony_
"In joint fourth place, Mikhail Lionel from class 3-A," Snipe announced, "and Arisu Onogi from class 3-B."
Nezu was doing the award giving out this year. I knelt down as he passed us, and he put a medal around my neck before doing the same for Onogi who looked irritated he had to kneel. He's a bit awkward with dirt.
"Good work both of you. Lionel, you've secured your place in the hero course," Nezu said, "and Onogi, you've proved that you're just as strong as everyone else in the hero course so now you can stop doubting yourself."
"Thank you, sir," we both nodded, smiling as he climbed up onto the podium and then up to the first place one where he turned to the third place one.
"In third place, Nejire Hado from class 3-A," Snipe moved on, this time, Nezu managed to easily drop the medal around Nejire's neck without her having to kneel due to the added height.
"Good work as always, Hado, you continue to rise above all expectations with a brilliant flare. Keep working hard," Nezu praised her which in return earned him a blinding smile.
"In second place, Tamaki Amajiki also from class 3-A," Snipe turned to the next award. I smiled as I watched Tamaki stiffen slightly at the additional weight of the second-place medal around his neck.
"You need to work on that confidence of yours, young Amajiki," Nezu told him, "I'm sure you'll become an incredible hero in the future once you get over your worrying."
"U-um, yes, s-sir," Tamaki nodded, his gaze glued to the floor.
"And finally, in first place, Mirio Togata from class 3-B," Snipe finished off the announcements, Mirio knelt down and Nezu put the final medal around his neck.
"Congratulations for once again coming in first," Nezu nodded to Mirio.
"Thank you, sir," Mirio grinned.
"And with that—" Nezu climbed up onto Mirio's shoulder and faced the crowd, "the sports festival is over. We hope you all enjoyed watching our third years show off their amazing talents on this stage for the last time."
"Thank you for supporting us," we all bowed before jumping off the podiums and walking out, the crowd cheering us on as we walked.
"Well that was fun," I stretched out and let out a yawn, "but I'm beat, thank god this is the last one we do."
"I think I'll miss it," Nejire said, skipping backwards in front of the five of us.
"I won't," Onogi huffed, "it's ridiculously filthy every year."
