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"my entrance exam is tomorrow..." i said to bakugo san. "dont fuck it up then" he replied. 

i nodded. "i will do my best...thank you for training me" i said. "whatever" he replied. "good night, bakugo san, good bye" i said and left to have dinner and sleep early for my entrance exam tomorrow. 

i am grateful for bakugo san to train me. i had somewhere to begin with. i feel i did great these six months training with bakugo san. he taught me things i never knew i could do with my quirk.  




i nervously tapped my feet waiting for my acceptance letter. my door opened to reveal natsuo. "onee san" i mumbled. "shiketsu" he said handing the letter over to me and walking away. nervously opened the letter and read it through. 

i was...accepted!

i was so happy. the six months of training worked out! i looked at the time. its the time i usually trained with bakugo san. i placed the letter nicely in my drawer and went to the beach. 

i reached there to find bakugo san working out. i stood behind him as he trained. "the hell are you doing here?" he asked noticing my presence. "...i got accepted to shiketsu" i replied. 

"good for you" he said. "thank you for taking your time out and training me hard so i could get accepted!" i bowed down thanking him. "god just get up." he said. i got up and looked at the ground. i was really happy. i have a chance to prove i can be as good as of a hero as my brother without father's desirable quirk. 

father, i will make you proud of me. 

he picked up his water bottle. "come on" he said. i stood there confused as he picked his jacket and started walking away. he looked back. "why the hell arent you walking? i dont have all day" he said. 

i followed him. "...w-where.." i asked. "convenience store, i am hungry" he replied. "a-ah...i'll head home then..." i said. "you're not going to celebrate?" he asked scoffing. 

i was hesitant but i agreed. he went to the convenience store and grabbed himself ramen. i got myself a can of soda. 

he sat down at the chair in front of the convenience store. "can i sit here too?" i asked.  he nodded opening his ramen after he had poured boiling water in it. 

steam came out of the cup. i drank my soda. he ate his ramen while i sat there drinking my soda. it was a bit awkward to me. 

"what are your plans then?" he asked. "...um continue shiketsu" i replied. "teaching in shiketsu?" he asked. oh he is talking about future plans. "oh no...i meant a pro hero, own agency" i replied. he nodded and ate his ramen. 

"i...i was just wondering if you'd be able to...train me after i join shiketsu?" i asked. he gulped down his food and sat back. 

"cant" he replied. "oh" my introvert self regretted asking that question. "we will have dormitories in school" he replied. "curfew, so i cant" he replied. "o-oh, shoto is going too?" i asked. "i donno. ask him." he replied. 

"...why dorms?" i asked. "isnt your brother going to the dorms?" he asked. i didnt knew any of it. "...i didnt know..." i looked down. i wished shoto would've involved me more into his life. 

"is it because of the...attack a the camp you all were in?" i asked. he nodded. "...i heard someone was kidnapped too..." i asked.

he stared at me. "yeah" he nodded. "oh...are they fine?" i asked. "...perfectly fine, sitting in front of you" he replied. 

it took me a moment to realize. "oh" my eyes widened. i looked down. "i-i am s-sorry, i d-didnt know..." i feel so bad. he was kidnapped and i didnt even know.  

"...you s-shouldnt be out here then" i said. "yeah i shouldnt, my shitty parents will probably notice i am missing now," he said getting up. i got up too. "thank you, good bye and take care" i bowed down thanking for his training. 

"whatever" he said and walked away. i watched as he walked away into the darkness. i feel embarrassed. i didnt know he was the one who got kidnapped.

i walk back home embarrassed. well its sad too he cant train me anymore. he was like my mentor. he helped me so much taking his own time out to train me. 

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