Hitoshi wipes his hands on his pants in nervousness. Today's the day. Today is the UA Sports Festival and Hitoshi was excited and nervous. Mostly nervous, but he couldn't wait for the chance to show what he was truly capable of.
"Hitoshi-kun, you alright?" Momo asks while they wait inside their class's assigned room. Hitoshi gives a small grin, nodding his head.
"Yeah, just nervous–and exhausted. Yesterday took a lot out of me..." Hitoshi trails off, rubbing his sore neck. Momo gives him a sympathetic smile and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"If you need anything, just ask. Even if we're all against each other, we're still friends," Momo says before walking off to talk with the girls of their class. Hitoshi glances around, blushing when he realizes those who witnessed his episode yesterday were staring at him.
"Hey, Dead Eyes," Katsuki says with a narrowed gaze. Hitoshi blinks at the nickname and he glances up, surprised the angry blonde was talking with him.
"If we're going to fight, don't go do that shit like yesterday," Katsuki says with a glare. Hitoshi blinks again, surprised the blonde was telling him this. Is he... worried?
"I'll be fine," Hitoshi says before smirking. "From what I've seen, you don't worry about your classmates. Do you love me that much?"
"Fuck you, Dead Eyes! I don't want to fight some fucking bitch who can't even fight back," Katsuki snarls, a small blush on his face. Hitoshi chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
"Okay, okay. I'll be fine. If I'm not Midnight-Sensei will drag my ass to Recovery Girl-san," Hitoshi says with a smirk. Katsuki gives him a glare and storms off, blush still on his face.
"Who knew that even the angriest of Class 1-A was worried about me," Hitoshi thinks with a thoughtful expression, taking note of all the others who witnessed yesterday's incident sighing in relief.
"Hey Shinsō-san!" A 15 year old boy with long yellow hair, yellow eyes, and tan skin, Hitoshi vaguely remembering his name being Kaminari Denki, says with a grin.
"Yes Kaminari-san?" The indigo haired boy asks while the blonde walks up to him.
"Good luck! I'm looking forward to seeing you fight!" Denki exclaims with a bright grin. Hitoshi smiles back and nods his head, acknowledging the motivation.
"Thanks. You too," Hitoshi says before the intercom turns on. Time for Class 1-A to head to the field.
Hitoshi stretches his sore muscles, calming his nerves. He's going to try his hardest and prove to everyone who put him down he deserves to be in Class 1-A. He's going to be accepted.
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"HELLO EVERYONE! ARE YOU READY FOR THE SPORTS FESTIVAL?!" Present Mic screams into the microphone, the entire stadium making as much noise as possible in response. Hitoshi swallows nervously at how many people there was while Class 1-A stands in the middle of the field, all the other classes giving them the dirtiest of glares.
"It seems we're the most popular class," Hitoshi says with a shrug, making Momo wince when glancing at all the other classes giving them glares.
"Why are they all glaring at us?" Mineta asks, terrified by all the deadly glares. Hitoshi rolls his eyes, feeling immediate annoyance for the small boy bubble inside him.
"I'm guessing they don't like it that Class 1-A was attacked by villains and they weren't. They're all wanting a piece of the attention. They think we're just flaunting that we're better than all of them," Hitoshi says with a small scowl. Momo wrinkles her nose in disgust while Izuku visibly blanches.
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Fanfic[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...
