Hitoshi groaned awake.

What time was it?

Flickering an eye open he looked to the clock on the sidetable.

'17:43'

It was something at least.

Hizashi had been replaced by a pillow, the voice hero obviously have awoken before him.

The noodles had done their job leaving him feeling better than when he'd fallen asleep, the food providing him with energy that he'd been needing too.

Clambering off the bed he ran a hand through his hair to make it look vaguely presentable before heading downstairs.

Someone had been cooking.

There were raised voices coming from the living room but they seemed to silence as the stair creaked, two heads quickly peering round the doorframe to reveal Zuku and Kacchan with games controllers in their hands.

"Finally decided to wake up did you Purple Hair?"

"Toshi!" Zuku beamed. "Are you feeling better?"

He nodded.

"Hey, Tosh."

Hitoshi was pulled into a side hug by Dad.

"You sure you're feeling a little better, don't push yourself if you're not, these loud idiots can go back to the dorms if they woke you up."

"Hey!" His cousins seemed to resent that comment.

"They didn't wake me up." He reassured.

"Mitsuki dropped off a cake from Inko, Zashi put your share in the fridge, it's your choice if you think you're up to something sweet like that though."

Hitoshi's stomach churned even at the thought.

"They can have it; I'm not really feeling cake right now."

Shouta shook his head with a smirk.

"You're too nice to these gremlins."

"What did you call me?!" Kacchan erupted.

"I called you a gremlin!" Dad repeated, walking into the living room and lightly clipping his little brother round the back of the head.

Zuku burst out laughing.

"Shut up Deku!"

Hitoshi smirked as he entered, taking a seat on the couch.

"You wanna' play?" Zuku asked.

He shook his head.

"I'd be terrible at it; I'd rather just watch the two of you."

"The three of us actually."

Zashi walked in with a tray full of mugs, he handed one to each of them.

"Green tea."

Hitoshi smiled.

"Thanks."

Zuku came to sit next to him.

"Hey, can I show you something?"

He brought up an options menu and clicked on a few settings before handing him the controller.

"You ready Kacchan?"

Their cousin nodded.

"Zuku, it's okay honestly I…"

"Just wait." Zuku gave him a big expectant smile.

I'm going to look like an idiot.

It was a racing game with pro heroes in carts, from what he could see he appeared to be one of the Wild Wild Pussycats, which one he couldn't say.

"So it's this button to accelerate, this to brake, and you steer by moving the controller in the direction you wanna' turn okay?"

He nodded despite still not being overly confident about the whole thing, Zuku seemed to be very assured he be fine though which was weird.

"3… 2… 1… Go!" The announcer voice shouted before they were off.

Hitoshi held down the button Zuku had told him to use for power and his cart began to move. With his level of vision he could make out a large portion of the track but not all of it, or some of the carts. It looked as if there was a turn coming up but he couldn't work out which direction it was…

'Bzzzzzz'

The controller buzzed on the left hand side.

He didn't respond for a few seconds as he simply stared down at the blue plastic in his hands.

Hitoshi glanced to Zuku who had a beaming smile on his face.

"Turn." He instructed with a happy giggle.

He turned the controller to the left.

The race went on for three laps with Hitoshi starting to get the hang of it with each one, picking up support gear as he went to better his cart; the controller alerting him to every twist and turn along the way and by the end, he was… having fun.

"Finish!"

A tear trickled down his cheek.

Kacchan looked over.

He quickly wiped it away.

"I'm not crying!" He stated firmly.

But everyone else in the room only smiled.

"Hey Uncle Zashi, even the blind guy playing for the first time beat you."

"Oh shut up… gremlin." Hizashi retorted.

"HEY!"