Warnings for this chapter: Mentioned alcohol addiction, mentioned drug abuse, and panic attacks.
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Hitoshi remembers when his mother was kind. He remembers, even if she felt that he wasn't a boy, she was kind. Then, his father died and she changed. Or maybe she just finally shown her true colors.
No... He is sure he remembers her always being this way. Mihoko was always a drunk addict. The only time she didn't take drugs or drink was when she was pregnant, surprisingly. She just hid it away whenever Hajime was home, but Hitoshi could tell he knew something was going on with her.
He remembers a lot of things. Things he probably shouldn't have ever known about, things that don't really make sense. He remembers his father. His caring, kind, father who would do anything for his kids.
A hand gently shakes Hitoshi's shoulder. He immediately wakes right up, gripping the hand tightly. Blinking away his sleep he glares up at whoever woke him up. Mina stood there with wide eyes.
"Shit, sorry." Hitoshi quickly lets go of her wrist and rubs his eyes. He glances around as sees three stone podiums in the center of the arena.
"It's–it's alright! Just wanted to wake you up before the awards' ceremony," Mina says brightly before walking back to her seat. Hitoshi sighs heavily, mentally scolding himself. He glances down and sees Himari and Hayate still fast asleep before glancing to his left. Momo was smirking triumphantly at an incredibly dirty and furious Miyumi.
"What happened?" The indigo haired teenager asks, voice rough from sleep. Momo glances over and smiles brightly at him.
"Bakugō-san won his match against Tokoyami-san and went to fight against Todoroki-san. He won that match too. Tsuyu-chan won against Hana. Tsuyu-chan and Bakugō-san had a good fight before Bakugō-san won," Momo summarizes what had happened while Hitoshi was asleep.
"No wonder Hana's pissed, she got fourth," Hitoshi says with a smirk. "So Bakugō-kun won the entire festival? Man, and to think I actually thought he was getting modest."
They quiet down when the three students walk up to the podiums. Katsuki walked up to the tallest podium, a smug smile on his face. A cute smile too–then Tsuyu bounded up to the second place spot, a bright smile shining brighter than Hitoshi's ever seen on her face. Shōto walked up, his face completely blank to the third place podium and his posture tense.
"Our winner, Bakugō Katsuki of Class 1-A!" Midnight waves her whip at the tallest podium and the stadium cheers loudly, Class 1-A cheering the loudest.
"Second place, Asui Tsuyu of Class 1-A!" The stadium cheers again–Mina screams loudly.
"And third place, Todoroki Shōto of Class 1-A!" The class cheers again before a small shape appears in the air. All Might falls to the ground and lands beside Midnight.
"I AM HERE TO HAND OUT MEDALS!" The blonde man shouts loudly over the screaming stadium. Hitoshi winces at the loudness as Himari and Hayate are startled awake. Hayate almost falls the the ground from his jump, but Hitoshi wraps an arm around his waist while keeping Himari close to his chest.
"Mm!" Himari hums in fear, gripping her older brother's arm. Hitoshi hushes her gently, giving her forehead a kiss. Hayate breathes heavily, looking around with wide eyes.
"It's the Sports Festival, Hima-chan. You're safe," The indigo haired teenager whispers in the three year old's ear. She whimpers quietly and nods her head. Momo quickly goes over to Hayate, crouching in front of him.
"...t-too loud...it's too loud..." Himari whispers into Hitoshi's ear. He calmly nods his head and stands up.
"Momo, carry Yate-chan," Hitoshi says before walking out of the viewing area. Himari starts crying quietly when the screaming crowd is muffled by the stone walls. Momo walks behind him, carrying Hayate tightly to her. Hitoshi could faintly hear him crying–and breath frantically–too.
"Shh. We're away from the loudness. You're safe," He says softly, holding his little sister close to his chest. He carefully sits on the ground, not letting go of the panicked girl.
They stay like this on the floor for many minutes, the twins slowly calming down. Himari slowly detached herself from her older brother, sniffing loudly and rubbing her red eyes. She walks over to Hayate and hugs him tightly.
"Come on. Let's get you two cleaned up," Hitoshi says softly, grabbing their hands and leading the way to the bathroom. Momo follows after them, gently running her hands through their hair.
"You can go back Momo-chan," Hitoshi says quietly. Momo smiles and puts a hand on his arm.
"You're not exactly allowed to be in the girl's restroom, Hitoshi-kun. It's alright. The ceremony is about to end," The black haired teenager states with a small shrug. Hitoshi laughs quietly and gives his friend a small look before bending down to pick up Hayate.
"Bathroom," He signs to him before ruffling Himari's hair and walking into the boy's bathroom.
"Nēchan is really kind," Hayate signs, hands shaking. Hitoshi laughs softly and gives a small hum in agreement.
"She really is. Now let's get you cleaned up," The indigo haired teenager signs after he sets Hayate down on the counter sink.
"Do we have to go back home?" The purple haired boy asks with sadness. Hitoshi is about to wipe away at Hayate's face when he says that. He sighs heavily and gives his little brother a kiss on the head.
"No. I'll make sure we don't," Hitoshi signs calmly, a small frown on his face. "And that place will never be our home." There might not be another choice.
Hitoshi walks out of the bathroom with Hayate being held in his arms. Momo was laughing softly as she watched Himari tell an incredibly entertaining story.
"–so Hito-nii's arm is still stuck, Yate-nii is passed out in the kiddie pool, I'm catched on fire and running around with sidekicks chasing after me, holding a fire extinguisher, and the other heroes were just passing the corner," Himari finishes the story with a bright smile.
"That story? Hima-chan, your going to make me embarrassed!" Hitoshi jokes with a small smile. Momo laughs at the story and the joke and gives the three year old girl a pat on the head.
"Hitoshi-kun is right, you are a trouble magnet!" The black haired teenager exclaims, making Himari blush. She crosses her arms and gives the two teenagers a pout.
Hitoshi smiles and ruffles Himari's hair before pointing at the slightly crowded hallways. "The class might be worried. Let's go."
"Where the hell am I going to live now? Mama will probably kill me the next time she sees me."
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Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Finally finished with the UA Sports Festival. I apologise for it being dragged on for so long.
Now, I have to figure out what the hell's gonna be Hitoshi's hero name... any ideas?
Also, I have a new account on here! It's going to be where I publish my original works. It's AlexChyanne and there's only one story for now. Obviously, you guys don't have to go and check it out, but if you want to, it's much appreciated! It's your choice, so don't feel pressured. Just ignore this if you want.
I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! Bye!
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