𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑬 ღ 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑿 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑰 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰

VIII

Friday, 19th of April

Hitoshi's POV

After eating the breakfast pancakes that I prepared, me and Kaminari go to school together. We're already late because Kaminari took such a long time to get up from the bed, despite me constantly trying to drag him out of there. His yellow hair is sticking up in every direction, and he can barely keep his eyes open as we step outside. The crisp morning air greets us at the door and pinches our cheeks.

"Fuck, why is it so cold?" Kaminari hisses and pulls his jacket tighter around himself. Dark purple eye bags are hanging heavily under Kaminari's eyes, and his eyes have seemed to lost the liveliness they usually carry. The wind ruffles his hair, making it even messier.

"You look tired. And your hair is a mess," I say, trying to cover my concern with giggles. Kaminari turns to look at me and narrows his golden eyes.

"Look who's talking! You literally have a bird's nest on top of your head and eye bags that are pretty much permanent at this point," he says and points at me. I run my hand through my hair, chuckling.

"Touché."

We arrive at school a few minutes before our class starts, and we stop at the main entrance, knowing that we have to part ways. Kaminari oddly fidgets with his fingers, but I don't question him.

"I gotta head to my class. I'll.. see you around?" Kaminari says, looking up at me. He waves his hand at his friend group who wait for him at the end of the hallway.

"Sure. I'll text you," I reassure him, giving him a timid smile. He quickly glances at his friends and pulls me in his arms. My breath hitches in my throat, as his soft hair tickles the skin on my neck. His thin arms squeeze me tight, before letting go of me. I didn't even get the chance to hug him back as I just stood there, still in a state of shock.

"See ya!" Kaminari quips before running to his friends. I touch my cheek where his hair just brushed, feeling my skin turn hot there.

"You two friends now, hm?" Monoma's familiar voice calls out from behind me, and I whip my head around to see him leaning on a locker, his arms crossed. A good-natured curve is plastered on his face, and I walk up to him. I shake my head slightly, trying to avoid his teasing gaze. Monoma was the only one I could tolerate in this school, besides Kaminari, of course. Me and him have a similar background, as both of us have had a hard time justifying our goals to become Pro Heroes because of our quirks.

"Isn't he from class 1-A?" Monoma asks as we walk down the hallway. For whatever reason, he has always had this contemptuous attitude specifically towards class 1-A. Perhaps he just feels intimated by them.

"Yes," I reply.

"Interesting."

Kaminari's POV

"Kaminari! Stop stealing my fucking food!" Kirishima exclaims and slaps my hand. I pout as my attempt at stealing his food fails, and continue eating my own food. Midoriya tries to conceal his laughter by shoving more food into his mouth. Suddenly I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I take it out to check just who was needing me.

Hitoshi: guess what

Kaminari: what is it??

Hitoshi: i'm getting transferred into your class in september!