Villainous [Hitoshi Shinso X Reader]

[Chapter 9]: Pissed

     The night flew by in a rush and by the time I could even blink, it was the morning of the Sports Festival. Brushing my teeth quickly became a hassle as I juggled pulling on my uniform and packing my bag at the same time.
I was running late. As usual.
     "Dammit, dammit, dammit—"
     "(Y/N), are you almost ready to go?" Aizawa called groggily. "I will leave you."
     "BLOODY HELL!"
     Aizawa stood outside the bathroom, staring blankly at the door. "I'll take that as a 'no.'"
I groaned loudly in frustration, finally accepting defeat and surrendering to the shirt that was now somehow stuck on my face.
     "Why didn't you wake me?!" I shrilled in exasperation.
"I'm your caretaker, not your alarm clock."
Quietly, I mimicked his words only to hear him sigh right after. "I can hear you, you know. Don't be condescending or I'll make you sit beside Mineta."
I shivered at the mention of the little pervert. "That's cold, Aizawa, just cold. Even for you."
Outside the door, the scruffy man shrugged and looked to the simple clock on the wall. "Time's ticking. If you're not out in the next two minutes, you'll be running to school."
"This is an atrocity!" I shouted. "An atrocity, I say! I demand justice!"
Aizawa grumbled, "The only justice here is that there's no way in hell you'll be out in two minutes. Finally, some peace..."
I sighed. Sleep-deprivation was not my friend, especially when I was already wired on my own nerves. It created a truly unsettling display of bizarre, explosive eccentricity.
Note to self: make time for homework before the early hours of the morning.
With my shirt finally buttoned up in the correct slots and my skirt smoothed out, I marched out of the bathroom ready to rub it in Aizawa's face... only to find that I was ten minutes late. He was gone.
"AIZAWA, YOU PRICK!"
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     "Did—" I doubled over, hands on my knees and panting hard. "Did I make it?"
     "Nope." Mina chirped.
     "Not even close." Ochaco sang.
     Sympathetic smiles were shot my way as I sagged against the wall in defeat. After being left by Aizawa, I had instantly hit the road running—unfortunately, my quirk did little for me in the speed department.
When I had entered the class half an hour later than was acceptable, everyone was already gone. This meant I had to run all the way to the arena to catch them before they began.
     It was definitely not my day.
     Jiro laughed lightly. "Seriously, did you get hit by a bus on your way here?"
     "Worse," I grumbled. "My shirt tried to strangle me."
     Kirishima blinked. "Will my shirts do that?"
     "No, you dimwit—"
     "Oh yes," I interjected seriously. "They will. It's an uprising in the making! Shirts from all over the globe will begin their revolution via strangulation." I paused for theatrics. "No longer will they submit to our sweaty armpits and mistreatment."
The fiery-haired boy's jaw dropped as I stared at him blankly. Satisfied with my work, I turned to wish all of my individual classmates the best in turn.
     Whilst a thoroughly freaked out Kiri was being talked down by an exasperated Izuku—staring disapprovingly in my direction with a look that promised scolding later—a certain little perv sidled up beside me. Mineta looked directly at my chest with a suggestive grin as he spoke. "If you ever need help untangling from your shirts, I'd gladly—"
     A collective gasp rose up in the crowd of buzzing teenagers. "It's starting!"
     Sure enough, the crowd began to bustle around and cheers rose like the tide in a cacophony of anticipation. The classes were being called to the field.
     I glanced conspicuously in Mineta's direction before 'accidentally' knocking him off his feet with the back of my hand. Blood spurted from his nose, but I knew well enough that it wasn't from the blow I had dealt him...
     "Such a glorious sight," He exclaimed in a daze as he stared up my skirt. "An angel has struck me down. What have I done to deserve such pleasure?"
     My nose wrinkled in distaste. He muttered something about liking it rough as I quickly nudged him away with my foot.
     Reluctantly, I stepped back from my peers. "Well, I'm glad that I at least made it with enough time to say good luck."
     Momo smiled gratefully. "We appreciate it, (Y/N). Truly. I'm sure that I can speak for all of us when I say that I wish you could be apart of the festival."
"Yeah!" Toru squealed. "I was really bummed when I found out you wouldn't be participating. No one's even seen your quirk yet!"
I quirked a smile at the two sweet girls whom I had just recently befriended. They were uniquely eccentric just like the rest of Class 1-A, so I had swiftly taken a liking to them. It helped that their auras were soft colours that were easy on the eye like baby pink and powder blue, too.
     Ochaco slid up beside me as everyone began to file out onto the field. "Hey," she said curiously. "Whose sweater is that?"
     Alarm sang through my veins as my eyes whipped down to stare at my attire. I hadn't even realized that this was the sweater I had slipped into before I left! It was simple and dark grey with a graphic design of white cat ears and whiskers printed across the front. It went down past the length of my skirt, just brushing the tops of my thigh high socks which was probably what gave it away that it wasn't mine.
     With a profound blush, I turned to the bubbly girl beside me. She was already giggling and smiling smugly when we locked eyes.
     "Tell me about him later." She winked before proceeding to skip goofily away into the crowd.
     I grumbled bashfully.
After a few final farewells and wishes of good fortune, I exited the waiting area and made my way to the stands that were filled to the brim surrounding the stadium. Thankfully, seating reserved for my entire class was lined up along the second floor rails—there was no way I'd ever find a spot, much less a good one, if there wasn't.
Soon enough the festival would start and I'd watch my friends give it their all to make it to the top. They would only be coming to sit up here once they've been eliminated. I hoped sincerely that the seats beside me would not quickly be filled.
     I fiddled anxiously with the ends of my sweater's sleeves. Maybe I should have tried to find Hitoshi before they were called out. I shook my head, dismissing the thought. There's no way I would have had the time. Besides, I'm sure he probably wouldn't have appreciated the distraction...
     Not much time was left to dwell on it because Midnight was taking the stage. The flaky Pro was the Chief Referee for the freshman section of the competition. She spoke animatedly and without reserve about the trials to come until she finally called upon the player representative to deliver their wise, uplifting—
     The person that took the stage was none other than Katsuki Bakugou. Huh. Not exactly a candidate that suited the words 'wise' or 'uplifting.' I watched him ascend the stairs with detached interest like I was watching some surreal being fall from the sky until I finally realized the true weight of what was about to happen.
     I flew up from my seat to lean over the rails encircling the stands that stopped me from toppling over into the field. No way. Him? Bakahoe?! I tightened my grip on the biting chill of the metal. 
     How could Aizawa be so clueless?!
     I facepalmed, shielding my eyes from the horrific display that would certainly bestow upon me secondhand embarrassment that was so jarring I'd never be able to show my face again. Carefully, I peaked out from the cracks between my fingers. He faced the crowd.
     A silence so thick it was deafening settled over the hopeful onlookers, but the far away faces of my peers were grave and resigned.
     "I pledge," he began in a rough voice. "That I'll be number one."
     I blanched.
     An uproar immediately ensued, groups of students booing and shouting angry words, other screaming for him to get off the stage, all of their auras sharpening and bristling until they blended together into one giant, beautiful, colourful haze. Distantly, I could hear Tenya chewing Bakugou out for being disgraceful. Oh, Katsuki. Why are you like this?
But of course he wasn't finished yet. No, he couldn't possibly leave it at that.
"At least become a nice bouncy step for me to jump off of." Then he strode off the stage with a look of pure indifference.
Great. Jut great. Way to drive it home, you twat.
I sighed irritably.
The crowd became even rowdier, raising their fists and yelling about how cocky he was which, in all fairness, was warranted. I knew deep down that something was off about the spiky blonde's speech, but whatever was bothering him didn't give him the right to drag the rest of our class down with him. I could only hope that his words wouldn't impact the rest of the festival as much as we all knew they would.
Present Mic was quick to announce that the first event would be an obstacle course. A squirming feeling in my gut told me it wasn't going to be just any ordinary race though...
Almost on instinct, my eyes darted around the field in search of a familiar cloud of fluffy lilac hair. Standing near the edge of the crowd was Hitoshi, expression vacant and unyielding. I could sense the gears turning in his head, analyzing the best possible way to utilize his quirk in this situation.
     Everyone gathered around quickly and I lost sight of him in the commotion. A wave of nervousness hit me as I thought about how much harder this competition was going to be for Hitoshi than the rest of the competitors. I bit my lip.
     Squeals and shouts of mixed surprise and horror rose up to meet my ears. Giant robots were suddenly looming above the vast group of U.A. students. Todoroki wasted no time in dispatching one of them with his ice. It fell like a rock. Terror seized me in its grip as the hunk of metal landed atop Kirishima and another boy from a different class.
     Both broke free with their quirks—off-puttingly similar in their design—shouting something about dying. I breathed a sigh of relief. What a pair of idiots.
     The proud grin spreading across my cheeks was unrelenting.
     One by one each of my classmates followed in Todoroki's stead, passing by the first obstacle with relative ease. I pumped my fist in the air as they did so, a swell of affection blooming in my chest. Those were my friends out there.
     I noticed that Hitoshi had somehow made his way past the obstacle as well, looking bored as ever. Idly, I pondered how he had done it. Nonetheless, I smiled brightly at his accomplishment, not surprised in the slightest that he had figured out a way.
     Despite his lazy exterior, I had to admit that the boy was surprisingly cunning.
     "WOOOOOO!" I screamed. "GO HITOSHI!"
     I didn't think that he could hear me, but he jolted for a minute, eyes wide, making me wonder if he could. Everyone from my class had someone cheering for them. From Denki to Su, their names were being wailed across the stands with words of advice and blazing encouragement. Yet, I heard no calls of the tired boy's name.
     Might as well be me.
Hitoshi started up again with a newfound intensity, moving swiftly through the hoards of students all trying to fight their way to first place. Before long, he was steadily streaming through the gaps in between bodies like a river breaking against rocks.
I was so caught up in watching the graceful agility that was Hitoshi moving like a lightning strike that I nearly missed one of the strangest occurrences thus far in the race. Izuku was flying. Actually, he was hurtling through the air at dangerous speeds on what looked to be a scrap piece of metal. He had been launched skyward in a vicious arc by a land mine literally exploding.
Oh. He was so getting an earful later.
I leaned dangerously far over the rail, blown away by what I was witnessing with my very eyes. What the fuck?! He's bloody flying!
Graceful as a bull in a china shop, Izuku stumbled past the finish line in first place appearing nonplussed by the events that had just unfolded. He's a reckless fool, but ohhhh I just want to kiss his freckled face because he's alive! Holy shit, he survived!
People continued to follow suit towards the finish, Todoroki then Bakugou, student by student, until finally I saw him. My nails were bitten down to the bed and I wasn't very far from tipping over the edge of the stadium with nervousness, but he made it.
Striding past the finish line was Hitoshi.
And he was pissed.