Chapter 1: Daily Hell
Hajime sighed as he stared at the Hope's Peak Academy building before him. Oh how he wished to be able to attend the school. Study in a rich environment, and hang out with the Elite students, but that dream, was an impossible one. He had lost all hope a long time ago. The spikey brown haired boy sighed again as he turned away and headed to the Reserve Course Department building, passing a few of the elite students heading to the main course building.
-Later that day-
The day was going pretty fast, too fast for Hajime's liking, as lunchtime started. The boy sighed as he put away his school stuff and got out his lunch. He sighed again as he stood up, preparing to eat at the water fountain, alone.
"What was that?!" Hajime slightly jumped as he heard a sudden shout. He looked towards the source of the noise to see his classmates, Sato and Natsumi, fighting, again. Man, those two fight like cats and dogs.
"You heard me!" the Yakuza girl retorted as the "Super High School Level Photographer" Mahiru Koizumi, came into the room and tried to stop them. Hajime decided to just ignore them as it didn't involve him, and left. He walked out of his classroom and started walking to the school courtyard.
He sighed again as he sat down on the bench beside the fountain and began unwarping his lunch. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as he looked at the packed food. He sighed and began eating his food.
"Hinata-kun." Said boy looked up to see the "Super High School Level Gamer", Chiaki Nanami, coming his way, with a strange albino boy not far behind.
"Oh, hey Nanami-san." Hajime greeted his gaming friend from the Main Course, as she and her friend walked up to him. "And, you are…?" he asked the boy.
"Hello. My name is Nagito Komaeda. Nice to meet you Hinata-kun." The boy, Nagito, introduced himself. "Chiaki and I are in the same class, she's told me a lot about you." He added.
"Hey! Don't say that!" Chiaki said embarrassed. Hajime chuckled a little.
"Ah, I forgot. I should also tell you my title. They call me "Super High School Level Lucky student"." Nagito explained confusing Hajime. Luck? Is that even a talent? "I know, I know. It's a pretty lousy talent. Technically, I only got accepted by a lottery, but apparently, luck is something the academy is curious about and wants to study." He suddenly realized that he was rambling. "Oh, sorry. I got caught up in the moment." He apologized.
"Eh…It's okay." Hajime replied. "Well it's nice to meet you too Komaeda-san." he added. "I can't believe someone as average as me is actually talking with two of the elites." He thought in disbelief and awe.
"Please, there's no need for formalities. Anyway, can I have a bite of your lunch? I left mine at home and had to stalk up on some bread." The whitette asked as he held up a bag full of bread.
"Mmm." Hajime mumbled and looked at his lunch. "Sure. I don't mind." He said and offered a rice ball to Nagito, who gladly took it.
"Thanks." He said grateful as he took a bite and suddenly froze.
"Huh? Nagito. Are you okay?" Chiaki asked her classmate.
"Mmph?" the whitette boy mumbles before swallowing the bite of rice ball in his mouth. "Sorry, I was just stunned at how good it is." He replied and took another bite. "Mmm…this is really good." He muttered to himself mostly.
"Really?" Chiaki asked curiously, as she turned to Hajime. "May I have some?" she asked the boy, who nods and hands her a rice ball as well. The pink-haired girl takes a bite, and is surprised at how delicious it is. "Wow. This is just as good as Hanamura's food. Hinata-kun did you make this?" she asked the spiky haired boy.
"Oh, no, actually it was my little brother who made it." Hajime replied quickly.
"Eh? Really? I didn't know you had a little brother Hinata-kun." Chiaki said a little surprised at this sudden information.
"Yeah, his name's Izuru. He's a really good brother." Hajime said with a smile.
"I have to say, I'm impressed that your brother can cook so well. Is he perhaps enrolled in Hope's Peak?" Nagito asked. Hajime just shook his head in reply.
"No. No he isn't." he replied. "Truth is, our mom, she, she died…a handful of years back, and Izuru kind of took over most of house hold chores after that." He explained with a sad expression on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" Nagito trailed off feeling guilty for bringing up a sad memory for the boy.
"No. It's okay." Hajime quickly said and started eating again. The two then elites sat down with him and began eating their lunches as well.
"So, Hinata-kun, how old is your brother." Chiaki suddenly asked. Hajime stopped eating and looked at the gamer.
"Izuru, hmm. He just turned 11, and started his first year of middle school actually." The boy replied.
"Oh, I see." Chiaki said and it became quiet again.
"Oh. Speaking of which. Have you two heard that the Headmaster plans to add a prep and cram school program to the academy?" Nagito suddenly asked and the two just gave confused looks in return.
"Nope. It's the first time I've heard of it." Hajime admitted.
"Me too." Chiaki added.
"Oh. I see." Nagito said and took a bite of his bread. "Word is the Headmaster is planning on issuing a program for Elementary and Middle school students, so they can someday enter either the Main or Reserve courses. Apparently the academy already got a bunch of applications for the program." He explained.
"Oh I see." Hajime said. "Hmm, maybe I should apply Izuru." he added in thought as he scratched his head a little, that's when Nagito noticed something on the boy's wrist.
"Hinata-kun, where'd you get that?" he asked pointing to Hajime's wrist. The said boy looked confused before checking his wrist to see the wrapped around it showing. He flinched slightly and began mentally panicking.
"Crap! I thought I hid it! What do I do?!" he thought panicked. "O-oh. Oh this?" he asked gesturing to his wrist deciding to play it cool. "I was caring something and ended up spraining my wrist. Don't worry, it's no big deal." He answered, but Nagito felt like something was off.
"Oh, Hinata, you want to head to the arcade after school?" Chiaki asked Hajime.
"Ah, sorry. I got a curfew, and I got to pick my brother from his school." The spikey-brown-haired boy replied, looking a little saddened at rejecting the offer.
"Oh I see. That's too bad." Chiaki said sounding disappointed. They ended up eating the rest of the time in silence before lunchtime was over and the two elites had to return to the main course building, while Hajime went back to class, praying that the day would go slower.
Hajime sighed for the umpteenth time that day as he packed up his stuff when school was over and it was time to go home. He finished packing and walked out of his classroom and was about to leave when he heard something. He turned his head to see Sato and Natsumi at the other side of the hall.
He was about the turn away and leave, when he noticed Sato raise he her hand. Realizing what was about to happen, Hajime suddenly acted on instinct and rushed over to the two girl's grabbing Sato's hand before she could hit Natsumi.
"Sato No!" he shouted gripping the green-haired girl's wrist tightly in his hand as Natsumi turned to them with a cold look in her eyes.
"You just signed your death warrant." She said and walked off. Hajime let go of Sato and followed after the blonde girl, leaving the other behind. Eventually, he ended up on one of the school balconies that faced the main course building.
"Natsumi!" Hajime shouted as he ran up to the yakuza girl.
"Now what?" she asked annoyed. Hajime slightly flinched at her tone, but quickly regained his composure.
"Look. I know you and Sato don't get along, but still, you can't threaten people like that." He tried to scold her.
"What so you care? You're just some random guy from the reserve course. I can do whatever the hell I please." She retorted and turned back to looking at the main course building.
"But don't you get it? They're not going to scout you. In fact, one they catch wind of this, they'll probably expel you." Hajime added.
"Oh shut up already! You don't know a thing!" Natsumi shouted as she turned back to Hajime with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm getting that transfer not matter what!" she swore. "I have talent. I do." She said and began crying. She wiped her eyes and turned her face away again, and it became silent.
"I don't get it. Why does it matter to you? Why is getting into the main course so important?" he asked confused by her actions.
"My brother is the "Super High School Level Gangster". If I'm not the "Super High School Level Little Sister", I'll get left behind." She said as tears began forming in her eyes again. "Nah uh. No way am I letting that happening." She said with determination, shocking Hajime, and the boy looked down.
"I understand. Feeling like you're left behind must really hurt." He said sympathetic and took a quick at his bandaged wrist, wincing slightly, before he looked back up at the girl. "But you don't need to be a top student, or an Elite."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" Natsumi asked with tears still in the corners of her eyes. "In this world you either make the cut or not. The end."
"But you love your brother don't you? Talent isn't a factor needed." He retorted. "You just have to stick together with him and make memories."
"My brother deserves the best! That's includes all the people around him!" she shouted startling Hajime as she turned furious faced towards. "I don't want him to look down at me! I want to stand by his side as an equal! And I can be when I become "Super High School Level Little Sister"!" she yelled at the boy. She then turned around and left. Hajime couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor girl.
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Hajime cursed in his mind as he ran down the sidewalk in a rush. "I just hope I can make it!" he panted as he came up to a middle school gate. He green eyes landing on a small kid by the front of the gate. "Izuru!" he called and the boy turned.
Izuru was a young 11-year-old boy of average height, with long black hair that reached his lower back, and bright red eyes. He had a blank expression on his face as his older brother ran towards him.
"*Pant* S-sorry, *pant* for keeping you waiting. *Pant* I…I kind of track of time." Hajime panted as he apologized to his brother while hunched over a little. Izuru was merely quiet as he walked over to his brother and gently hugged him.
"It's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean to Onii-chan." He quietly said. Hajime was able to catch his breath and hugged his brother. The two then pull apart and Hajime quickly took Izuru's hand into his.
"Come on. We got to before he gets mad." Hajime said shaking a little. Izuru nods his head and the two rush to the subway station, hoping to make home. Unfortunately, they didn't make it in time.
-At the Hinata Household-
*Smack!* *Clatter!* *Crash!*
"Grr…Nngh!" Hajime groaned as steadied himself with the coffee table. He touched his cheek that had a purple bruise forming on it. He winced as he looked up at the overpowering man before him. The man looked like Hajime, except taller, older, with the same spikey brown hair, but no ahoge, and midnight blue eyes almost as dark as the night.
"Wretched child! You're late! You were supposed to come back by 9:00!" the man scolded while gritting his teeth.
"I'm sorry. The train stalled. It won't happen again." Hajime said in a quiet voice. The man just scoffed as he grabbed Hajime by his bandaged wrist and pulled him close, making the boy wince in pain.
"I'll let you off this time, but you won't be so lucky later." He growled and shoved away the boy to the coffee table. "I'm getting a beer." The man grumbled and headed off to the kitchen.
Meanwhile Hajime groaned as he tried to steady himself again. What did he do to deserve this? What horrible sin had he committed, to have a father like that? That's right, Hajime Hinata, was being abused by his own father, but not just him, sometimes Izuru would suffer as well.
Therefore, he decided that someday he would get him, and Izuru out and away. That was his reason for attending Hope's Peak. Throughout the years, he had been saving up his allowance and earnings from part-time jobs, and once he graduated from school, he would get a job and leave the demon he called "father", and take Izuru with him.
That's a promise.
And Done! Phew, finally finished that one. Let me how you think about my newest story. Bye!
