Hitoshi blinks in surprise. Class 1-A was much more fun than he originally assumed. Well, he met some kids in Class 1-B and they were just stuck-up assholes in his opinion. His view on that class kind of transferred to Class 1-A. Shōta sighs in exhaustion before coughing, getting everyone's attention.
"Everyone, shut up!" Shōta states loudly, making everyone quiet down. They all finally noticed Hitoshi and everyone, mostly the girls, couldn't help but blush. Hitoshi was more focused on the bus while the class stared at him. To them, he looked hot and had a boyish cute undertone. Overall, it made him fucking adorable.
"This is the General Studies student with the highest grades in his class. He is from Class 1-C. He will be joining us on our trip to USJ as a test. He may be transferring into our class, so don't be rude," Shōta states, staring at a boy with spiky blonde hair and crimson red eyes when he said not to be rude. Hitoshi finally focuses his attention on the class and smiles shyly before giving a small bow.
"It's nice to meet you all. My name is Shinsō Hitoshi," The purple haired teenager says. Most of the class smiles back in excitement and happiness. They were glad to meet someone from another class, especially someone who could possibly transfer into their own.
"You can do introductions on the bus. We're wasting time," Shōta states in irritation. Hitoshi blushes slightly in embarrassment before smiling shyly and gets on the bus.
It was a very nice bus. It had better seats than the dining room in his house. Well, everything was better than his house. His mother just liked to spend all her money on booze, drugs, and the bills. She spent her time drinking and beating Hitoshi to the brink of death. Hitoshi blinks, breaking his train of thought while he walked to the back of the bus and sat down. Everyone else quickly got on, talking about random things.
A boy with dark green hair and emerald eyes walks up to Hitoshi and sits next to him. He gives him a bright smile with a small blush.
"H-hi! My name's Midoriya Izuku. I-it's nice to meet you Shinsō-san," The boy says shyly, making Hitoshi smile, nodding in acknowledgement.
"No need to use formalities if I might be joining your class Izuku-kun," Hitoshi states, Izuku blushing in embarrassment while he stutters out an apology. Hitoshi just chuckles.
"So you're from General Studies? What's your quirk?" Izuku asks, making Hitoshi deflate slightly. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and stares out of the window.
"Brainwashing. Not really good against robots," Hitoshi says while smiling sheepishly. Izuku stares at him in surprise before stars literally surround him. Hitoshi blinks. Did he accidentally it one of mom's LSD brownies?
"Really?! That's such an awesome quirk! You could calm down people in crises! You could talk villains into handing themselves over to the police!" Izuku exclaims in awe, making Hitoshi blush, not used to people liking his quirk. Hayate and Himari are the only others that didn't fear his quirk.
"Can you control multiple people? Will they break out of your control if pain is inflicted on them? Can they continue being under your control from far distances? How long does it affect them? Do they remember anything that they do? Is it sort of like hypnosis and can you make them do funny things? Does it–" Izuku rambles off questions one after the other, giving the purple haired boy no time to answer them.
Hitoshi bursts out laughing, making Izuku stop his ramblings to stare at Hitoshi in confusion. Why was he laughing? Hitoshi manages to calm down, a bright smile on his face, his plum purple eyes bright with happiness. Everyone around the two boys were staring at Hitoshi in confusion as well.
"S-sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I'm just not used to people liking my quirk. What's yours by the way?" Hitoshi asks, making Izuku blush bright red. For the rest of the bus ride, Hitoshi talks with the students of Class 1-A, genuinely happy about meeting people. They didn't hate him for his quirk. He's never met anyone like that, excluding Himari and Hayate of course.
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"We're here. Get out of the bus brats," Shōta states after he stops the bus in front of a huge dome. Izuku and Hitoshi continue to talk while they get off the bus. During the bus ride, Hitoshi learned everyone's names and quirk and liked them all; excluding a small boy with weird purple hair, he gave Hitoshi the fucking chills. It seems everyone else didn't like him either. They tolerated him though.
"Come on. We're wasting time," Shōta says with a tired tone, walking into the dome. The class follows after. Everyone gasps in shock at the inside of the dome. It was full of separate places. Hitoshi almost slaps himself for not realizing sooner. USJ. An acronym for Unforseen Simulation Joint. A place to simulate natural disasters for heroes and heroes in training. God, he was such an idiot.
"This is USJ. The Unforseen Simulation Joint. Used to train UA students about how to deal with natural disasters," A muffled voice says while a person in an astronaut suit walks behind Shōta. Hitoshi stares at the person with wide eyes. It was Space Hero: Thirteen, an amazing search and rescue hero.
"Oh my God! It's Space Hero: Thirteen!" Izuku exclaims quietly, making Hitoshi stare at him weirdly. Was he a fanboy or something?
Thirteen discreetly raises three fingers at Shōta, the sleep deprived hero nodding his head in understanding. Hitoshi glances between them in confusion. What does the number three have to do with anything?
"We are going to be splitting your class up into–" Thirteen was interrupted when a heavy feeling fills the air. Shōta turns around, his hair standing up when he activates his quirk.
Hitoshi tenses and spreads his feet apart into a fighting stance. Everyone else glances around in confusion when dark purple portals appear at the center of the dome. Dozens of people walk out, all with malicious smiles and weapons. Hitoshi pales, his hands starting to shake in fear.
"Villains," Hitoshi whispers, not meaning to say it out loud. The students start freaking out while Shōta puts on his goggles.
"I can't call the school. Someone's jammed the signal!" Thirteen exclaims, making Shōta curse under his breath. Izuku starts muttering under his breath, trying to think of a way to escape.
"Watch the brats. I'll hold them off," Shōta says, getting ready to jump down. Izuku was still muttering and his breathing was getting heavier, making Hitoshi sigh in annoyance. Izuku needed to calm down.
"Izuku-kun, can I ask you a question?" Hitoshi asks, Izuku breaking from his train of thoughts to glance up.
"Su–" Izuku's eyes go blank when he stops talking. Hitoshi's eyes were glowing slightly while he crossed his arms.
"Take a deep breath and calm the fuck down," Hitoshi says, slouching slightly as his sleep deprived mind screams for him to stop using his quirk. Another con of having an abusive parent. It takes more concentration to use a mind quirk when you don't get enough sleep and food.
Hitoshi sighs in relief when Izuku calms down and breaks the control he had over Izuku. Why did it have to be villains? He'd rather have to deal with his mother, honestly.
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Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Was busy with other things! Hope you like the story so far! Bai!
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Fanfiction[CURRENTLY REWRITING: 10/22/21] Hitoshi didn't mind it. As long as Hayate and Himari are safe, he'll take the abuse. He just hopes his friends and teachers at UA don't find out. It's the first time he's ever had an actual family, he doesn't want to...
