Trust

Part 1

"You know, if you just stopped getting kicked in the head I wouldn't need to fix your gear all the time." I said, my hands running over the smooth metal of Hitoshi's voice modulator. Different from the first one I had made him 2 years ago; small changes being made to help your best friend become the best hero he could be. 

"Maybe I miss hanging out with you. You are worth a swift kick to the head." He said from behind me, walking around the room as he spoke. Looking at the various machines, weapons, and other projects I was working on in the workshop. I laughed at his response, shaking my head as I screwed the missing panel back into place.

"You flatter me."

Hitoshi Shinso had been your best friend since before both of you were even born. Your dad and his parents, living next to each other since their early 20's, experiencing drunken nights, sad days and the trials of parenthood together. So in turn you and Toshi had done everything together. First steps, first words and first days of school.

"I saw you and Mr Aizawa on TV." I said beaming, the thought of him realising his dreams and making them a reality enough to make my heart soar.

"Oh yeah, it was pretty weird. Don't think I'll ever get used to it. Neither will Mr Aizawa."

"Lucky you guys are so chatty."

It was him who laughed this time, coming up next to me and hugging me into his side. I did miss him, his hero work and my support work taking up much of whatever spare time we had. Especially being 3rd years, our futures looming over us even more, having to make final decisions about our future. Gone were the days of dressing up as our favourite heroes and running around our homes catching our parents who pretended to be villains. Now all I seemed to think about where internship offers and upcoming exams, mathematic equations often overtaking my thoughts even in my dreams.

The gear didn't need much fixing just a loose panel and a few scratches, something easy that I could fix in a matter of minutes.

"Good as new!" I said, holding up the voice modulator and admiring my handy work, then passing it back to Hitoshi.

"You're the best Y/N, ramen is on me next time." Hitoshi said, winking and taking the equipment from me. Placing it over his face and making the necessary adjustments.

The workshop was surprisingly quiet, usually filled with the noise of machines and steel clanging together. The music usually turned up to max volume as the other support course students worked on support gear for other heroes. Hatsume clearly wasn't here because it had been a whole 3 hours with no explosions nearby.

"So how is Kaibara?" Toshi asked, quirking his purple eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes at his question, stepping around him and back over to my tool bench.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

"Well I only ask because you seem to know him a lot better than I do. Intimately I would say."

"Ew, don't say intimately. Are you 95 years old?" I said, faking chills and a look of disgust on my face.

Sen and I weren't dating, I didn't want to date him but the time we did spend together proved effective in helping relieve the everyday stress of living at UA and being a Hero Support student. The sex was good, and he was handsome, always considerate of me and never did anything I was uncomfortable with. The more I thought about it, the more perfect he seemed. He very well might be, but just not for me. There was never any substance behind my feelings for him beyond the attraction to sleep with him. If we did interact outside of the bedroom it was purely platonic, just friends and nothing more. As bad as it sounded, I was using him for personal benefit and nothing more.