~𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅~ (𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂 + 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂)

~two~

When his alarm went off, Hitoshi was already up, staring at the white ceiling that was once decorated with all stuff of stickers. Now it was just blank, reminding him of the fact that he is not a child anymore, he is supposed to be responsible and move on with his life. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to leave the cold floor, he just wanted to stay there forever and just listen to the annoying song that was playing on loop. But, unfortunately, he couldn't do that. His homeroom teacher, Yamada-sensei, would have to call mo- misses Shinsou and she would be mad, so he had to get up and go.

He grabbed the uniform and headed to the bathroom, hoping that the other occupant of the house wasn't there. Luckly for him, she was at work. He quickly dressed and prepared his schoolbag. He made sure to leave the house clean and the windows slightly open, closing the door gently so he wouldn't make any accidental damage.

He made sure to avoid all the populated areas on his way to school and to hide his noticeable purple hair under an old hat that he found once in a trash bin. Of course this extra-preparation took more time, so he was a little late, but he was sure no one will notice that much. 

The school gates were still open, so he silently went into the hallways not wanting to disturb any class. When he found his classroom he stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath, and entered.

'Okay class so who can tell me the difference between- Oh my God ,are you okay Shinsou?'

At the sound of the name the boy visibly flinched, but quickly washed it off by scratching the back of his head.

'Good morning sensei! I apologise for being late for class'

Yamada had a concerned look on his face, and Hitoshi just couldn't understand why, until he spoke again.

'What is that on your face?'

The kid just froze in place. Right, he forgot to look in the mirror. He most probably had a nasty bruise on his face, how is he going to explain that?!

'Excuse me but I don't know what are you talking about' he lied, trying to end everything as soon as possible.

'You have a huge bruise on your face, little listener, and I don't remember seeing you get hurt that bad.'

His chest felt as it could explode at any moment, but he managed to keep calm and reply.
'I fell on my way here, I am sorry for the inconveniences.'

'It's okay, sit down'

Hitoshi really liked his teacher, but sometimes he was too happy and loud during classes. He would have loved to seem more interested in English, but he just couldn't focus. Instead, he usually just takes naps during classes. But that day he decided it would be best to stay awake and not give his homeroom teacher any other reason to be suspicious. He couldn't risk it.

The class finished soon and right before he was about to go take lunch he heard his name being called.

'Shinsou, could you stay one moment please?'

The kid got anxious in a second. If he was asked to stay there for the reason he thought of he was so so fucked, he couldn't lie but couldn't blame his mother either, so there was no escape for him. He heard his breath rush and cursed in his mind turning around to face his teacher's bright smile.

'You did absolutely great kid, I am very proud of you.'

He put one hand on Hitoshi's shoulder, wanting to make sure that his student knows how well he did. The boy's mind just shut down, not understanding what the gesture meant and why was his teacher smiling.

'In fact, you did so great that you caught one of the pro heros' attention. Go to the 1 A room after the end of the classes, you won't regret it.'

Yamada just winked at the kid that was left speechless.

'You can go now'

Hitoshi went to the way out, stood in the doorframe for a second, turned around, and muttered something in the lines of 'Thank you, I am sorry'. After that had been said he ran out in embarassment.

Sometimes even teachers feel powerless, but they still have to do their best to help their students .

~<•>~

The time flew by and, before he could even realise it, the bell finally rang, announcing that the classes were over. Hitoshi could feel all the excitement and anxiety bubbling up in his stomach. Afraid of it being a prank, he ran in a blink to the 1 A room and looked inside in confusion. On the ground, there was a sleeping bag, a yellow one. Cuddled inside, there was a man with long black hair that looked like he hasn't slept for days. His first thought was that he was a homeless man, but his intuition told him otherwise.

 Suddenly the realisation hit him: pro hero Eraserhead. Even if he felt like he was going to faint in that exact place, the kid managed to at least to make it to a chair before collapsing. His breath was getting shaky again. Not here, not now, please.  He decided it would be best to calm down before waking up the asleep hero. He didn't want to mess it up for the first impression.

Just as he calmed down, the man seemed to have woken up. He suddenly got out of the sleeping bag and looked at the boy that was patiently waiting. The man just started speaking as if everything was absolutely normal.

'Shinsou Hitoshi?'

'Yes.'

'Okay listen to me kiddo, I won't make small talk with you. I saw you at the festival and I thought I could help you train to get into the hero course. Do you accept?'

Hitoshi froze. Was this a joke?

'Thank you'

'Yes or no?'

'Y-yes sir!'

Eraserhead rolled his eyes, sighted and looked him in the eyes.

'From now it's Aizawa-sensei for you. Everyday, after classes, come to this room, properly dressed for training.'

'Yes, Aizawa-sensei. Thank you.'

Hitoshi never thought he would ever cry in front of someone, but now he didn't care at all.

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