Hitoshi is a very patient person, waiting for the newest issue of his favorite manga, waiting on any news on getting new foster parents, or even waiting for a letter of acceptance from the country’s most prestigious hero school isn’t hard for him. Not at all.
Or at least that is what he is trying to convince himself, trying to lighten up his sullen face when staring straight at the mirror. ´Today is the day, today I will prove to everyone that I am worth all the trouble. That I am not going to ruin this world, but save it’ Hitoshi thought, the sound of rushing water from the sink starting to calm his mind.
Scrubbing some dollar store soap onto his rough hands, he could feel every callous on them that were acquired from months of tiring work. All the physical training that he had done didn't really show when glancing at the teen, Hitoshi looked more like a skeleton than a dedicated weightlifter.
It would be an insane thought to expect anything else with his diet consisting of whatever Hitoshi’s pocket money could buy.
Getting a job as a teenager who hadn’t even started high school yet was practically impossible, but Hitoshi still tried to. Because if he couldn’t at least kiss up to some random street corner stores manager to feel bad so he could get a job, how the fuck would he get into UA? He had to strive to achieve the impossible.
Creak…Hitoshi jolted because of the sudden noise and accidentally splashed some water on his face. “Ah, fu- “, The teen’s curses died in his mouth, clamping it tightly shut.
An adult man was staring at him through the bathroom mirror, a terrifying man just standing a few steps behind Hitoshi. Like the kind of scary that you were afraid he would stab you with a dirty knife and give you some undiscovered illness while at it.
The man didn’t do either of those things, but he did grunt seemingly annoyed, just to turn around and enter a stall behind them, scratching the back of his shoulder-length black hair.
Maybe he also understood that staring at children for too long, especially in mall bathrooms, was super-duper creepy and weird.
The purple-haired teen finished washing and drying his hands, not wanting to stay there for a minute longer.
It had become basically a routine, freshen up at a public toilet, go to a nearby park, train. Going to school was out of the question, too much trouble for him.
Why should Hitoshi subject himself to being bullied daily by some asshole kids just to not pay attention in class?
Even though it is very risky, Hitoshi was very lucky that the principal was. First, not very good at seeing through lies, and second; a good friend with someone that had also been through the foster system. (Hitoshi would have been a lot less nervous if he had known that before giving his sob story speech and fake documents.)
The teen had to only sacrifice a few nights of sleep to organize a pile of papers to ‘prove’ that he needed to be partially homeschooled, only going to school to give back his homework at the end of every week.
Hitoshi had been very proud of himself for that. Even though the very big lie left him feeling nauseous.
Walking along the shops of the mall was easing some of the teens worries, not too many people out yet except employees and some crazy motherfuckers that decided to take the world head-on. Shinsou Hitoshi of course, being one of them.
None of the shops really caught his attention, except the few comic and game stores he used to visit some years ago. Not anymore though, pirating fit his budget more. Sorry, not sorry.
You know, those mental health ads were maybe right, a good walk did soothe his anxiety-
‘Oh god, the literal fate of my future will be decided the moment I open that letter.’
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