BNHA | Oneshot Book

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Prompt: "You look ridiculous."

"That's what I was going for, babe."

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Dainty hands grabbed at the outstretched letter, careful not to wrinkle the parchment so as to not offend the rosy-cheeked male who had gifted it to you. The smile you offered was beautiful but insincere, and yet, it managed to still give hope to the boy before you. However, his exuberant expression dimmed severely at your following words.

"Thank you for your confession. Although, it seems I'll have to decline, darling." You made sure to keep your features soft and your voice gentle. An airy sigh soon escaped your lips as half-lidded eyes watched the back of the dejected student as he walked away. A small frown adorned your face as you gazed down at the pink envelope in your hands. "I didn't even know who that was. Some kid from the Department of Support, maybe... Either way, something like this isn't new."

You were a naturally well-liked individual, one who found pride in pleasing your teachers and being kind to those in need. You received many admirers for your quick wit, attractive features, and your unintentionally flirty attitude. It didn't seem to matter to your fans that you weren't even in Class 1-A, as your reputation for being a well-rounded student earned you enough praise for you to be mistaken as a person of that caliber. Although it breaks your heart to reject your supporters, you know deep within you that you already belong to another wholeheartedly.

If only you could tell your fellow classmate from Class 1-C your true feelings, but alas, you fear the cold dismissal that you are most likely going to receive from the distant male. As confident as you are, you can't find it in you to initiate a conversation with the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou. You happen to know for a fact that he detested "popular" people, and this belief is what has made you admire the stoic male from afar.

You are not too sure how this infatuation started out, really. But you do know that on those days when he is 'revered' for having a villainous quirk, you appear to be the only one to notice that your classmates' comments leave him feeling hollow inside. He always grins nervously at them, seemingly carefree as he receives what they believe to be compliments, but the silent suffering in his eyes is all too clear...

You let a peaceful smile decorate your face, feeling determined as you carefully maneuver your backpack over so you can place the letter still in your hands inside. Once that's done you begin to sprint down the hall at the sound of the bell, taking focus on nothing else but the plan formulating in your head so you don't even notice the amount of people you managed to bump into. Heart feeling light and conviction restored, you prepare to achieve your new goal as you make your way to your next class.

Don't you worry, Hitoshi! I'll find a way to make you smile without any pain...

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Long fingers reach up to untangle wild, indigo-colored hair, their owner letting out a sigh as they make their way to class. His eyelids are heavy with sleep he can never find, adding onto the already prominent bags under his cobalt blue eyes. Hitoshi makes his way to his seat only to stop dead in his tracks, tired eyes suddenly snapping to attention once they caught sight of what was laid on his desk.

A pure white envelope rests neatly in the middle of the wooden surface. On its once pristine exterior lay messily scribbled handwriting, the owner evidently in a hurry as they jotted down his name. Hitoshi carefully picked up the thin package, keeping a watchful eye as he moved it to and fro in search of a sender, although there was none. He lets his gaze sweep across the full classroom, only seeing students chatting in groups, not a single pair of eyes looking up to meet his. He huffed once the teacher walked into class, their presence silencing all the students as they turned to pay rapt attention. Quickly sitting in his chair, Hitoshi meticulously opened the envelope, careful not to be too loud as to garner unwanted suspicion. His eyes widened at the request printed hastily on the admittedly small sheet of paper inside.