Warnings for this chapter: Cussing.
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"Shinsō of Class 1-A takes out a grappling gun out of no where and quickly reaches third place, right behind Todoroki and Bakugō of Class 1-A!" Present Mic shouts into the microphone, Hitoshi grunting when he lands in a roll. He keeps the grappling gun with him before pushing into a sprint, ignoring the loud explosions of Katsuki's Quirk. He has to keep his cool here. Besides, Katsuki wouldn't try to intentionally injure him... probably.
"OH SH–" Hitoshi cuts himself off when he barely manages to slide under the giant arm of a zero point robot from the entrance exams before it could kill him. He takes a deep breath and rolls out from under the arm, the robot barely missing him again when it slams its arm into the ground.
"Hitoshi!" Momo shouts while creating a pole from her hand. She shoots forward, grabbing Hitoshi's collar before flying through the air from the initial force of the pole. Hitoshi grabs onto her wrist, flying passed the robot's arm when it slides against the ground.
"YAOYOROZU OF CLASS 1-A SHOWS A GREAT SHOW OF TEAMWORK WHILE SAVING SHINSŌ!" Present Mic screams his commentary, Hitoshi letting go of Momo's wrist to land on the robot.
"Jump!" A quiet voice below him orders, making the indigo haired boy glance down. It was a 15 year old boy with half white hair, half red hair, heterochromia grey and turquoise eyes, and fair skin from his class. Todoroki Shōto if Hitoshi remembers. Hitoshi doesn't question his order and jumps as high as he could, ice quickly forming over all three of the zero point robots. Hitoshi lands and quickly slides down the ice, Shōto creating his own path of ice as he sprints forward.
"Todoroki of Class 1-A quickly takes first place, Bakugō of Class 1-A not far behind in second, and Yaoyorozu and Shinsō fighting for third!" Present Mic says excitedly, Hitoshi breathing heavily while sprinting.
"God, I hate running," Hitoshi mutters angrily before he points his grappling gun at a low hanging branch of a tree and steps into the path of ice Shōto had created. The gun recoils, the hook shooting out and hitting the tree branch. Hitoshi rewinds the rope and struggles to maintain his balance while sliding across the ice. The hook dislodges from the tree branch when Hitoshi quickly speeds by and he grins, slowly catching up to Shōto and Katsuki.
"Three students are already at the second part of the race!" Present Mic comments while Hitoshi notices Shōto and Katsuki sliding to a stop up ahead. The color drains from the indigo haired boy's face when he realizes why they stopped.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Hitoshi whispers under his breath, trying to stop his fast sliding.
"I haven't even fucking come out of the closet yet! Don't you dare kill me!" Hitoshi shouts up at the sky right as he slides off the cliff. His breath is stolen out of his lungs when he feels his stomach roll from the falling.
"DEAD EYES!" Katsuki shouts loudly, holding out a hand. Hitoshi aims his gun and shoots at Katsuki. Katsuki barely catches the rope and snarls while using his Quirk to blast backwards. Hitoshi grunts in pain at the strain on his shoulder from the sudden stop.
"Holy shit..." Hitoshi trails off when he reaches the cliff safely.
"You fucker! If you want all of our class to fucking win, don't go kicking the bucket, Dead Eyes!" Katsuki shouts angrily, storming up the the heavily breathing Hitoshi. The teenager just laughs breathlessly before standing up straight.
"Thanks," Hitoshi mutters before he turns to face the second part of the race. There were giant pillars sticking up from the deep canyon, metal wire connecting each of the rock pillars to each other and the cliff.
"UA's definitely trying to kill off its students," Hitoshi says before he breaks off into a sprint. He makes sure not to move suddenly when he runs across the metal wires, hearing the hundreds of footsteps of the other students finally reaching the second part of the race. Hitoshi almost falls off the wire when he hears the loud explosions of Katsuki's Quirk, not expecting the loudness right next to him. He falls on his ass when he barely reaches the first rock pillar and watches Katsuki practically fly to the other side of the giant chasm with his explosions.
"This school will definitely be the end of me..." Hitoshi trails off in thought before he quickly gets back up and starts to carefully cross the chasm as quickly as he could.
"Better than Mama finally getting bored of my existence," Hitoshi continues his train of thoughts out loud before focusing on trying not to fall to his death. Himari and Hayate will be livid if he dies from a stupid fall.
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"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," Hitoshi mutters, panting heavily while resting his hands on his knees. He glares at the seemingly empty field in front of him, watching as Shōto and Katsuki fight while they slowly make it across the field. A fucking minefield. Great. Hitoshi looks around the edges of the field, noticing tree branches hanging over the fence.
"It could work..." Hitoshi thinks, glancing at the broken grappling hook. It broke apart while he was using it to not fall to his death. It was some blonde bitch from Class 1-B who tripped him up. It looked just like an accident, but Hitoshi knew it wasn't. His classmates who witnessed knew too, but they couldn't murder one of their fellow peers. There were way too many witnesses.
Hitoshi rolls his sore shoulder before he jogs to the side of the field and climbs up the fence. He ignores whatever commentary Present Mic was spouting, he jumps off the fence and grabs a tree branch. He grins when the tree branch doesn't break from his weight and starts swinging. When he gains enough momentum, he starts swinging through the tree branches, ignoring the burning pain on his palms.
"Shinsō finds a COOL way to avoid the minefield by swinging through the tree branches hanging over the fence!" Present Mic says into the microphone. Hitoshi grunts while he uses his momentum to fly through a big gap, barely catching onto the next branch. Hitoshi glances behind him and notices a few of his classmates doing the same thing he was doing, making him grin.
"Looks like all of Class 1-A will win this round. Can't wait for the second," Hitoshi thinks before he runs out of branches near the end of the field. Keeping his swinging momentum, the indigo haired boy goes back to his gymnast roots and swings off the branch like a bar, flipping into the air. He lands perfectly, barely missing a mine, before he starts carefully walking through the rest of the minefield. When he reaches the end of the field, he hears a deafening boom. Instinctively putting his hands to his ears, Hitoshi spins around with fear deep in his stomach. The fear is quickly replaced by shock when he sees a giant sheet of green metal flying through the air.
"Holy sh..."
"It looks like Midoriya from Class 1-A made a pile of mines and is now quickly catching up with Bakugō, Todoroki, and Shinsō!" Present Mic shouts loudly in excitement while Hitoshi breaks into a sprint.
"Gotta keep up. For Hima-chan and Yate-chan," Hitoshi thinks, pushing his burning lungs and burning legs to the limit. He ignores another loud explosion and feels himself slow down. He sees Izuku slowly passing him, but doesn't pay much attention when they reach the tunnel into the stadium. The sound of crackling ice and explosions fills Hitoshi's ears on either side of him when Katsuki and Shōto pass by him as well.
The light from the sun blinds Hitoshi temporarily when he passes the finish line. He collapses in exhaustion, cursing whoever invented running, taking in his win. Fourth place. He's getting better.
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Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! I wish I updated earlier, but it was obviously holidays, so I was busy. Hope you like the story so far! Bai!
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