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U.A., it had turned out, was not U.A.; rather, it was Yuuei—meaning hero, and that Himeko was an idiot.
Thin strands of russet felt like silk as they weaved through Himeko's fingers, the girl sighing as she stared at the bored. Her teacher, Saito-sama, had to be the most ignorant teacher in the school—so much so, that Himeko was almost positive that if she died, her teacher would think that she was asleep and continue on with class. While her face was turned towards the board, Himeko's eyes were downcast and glossed over, her brain thinking a million different things. Starting with one idea, her brain would find a way to relate it to another, and that idea to another. The never ending cycle was exhausting for, while her grades were efficient enough (yes, C's were efficient and they were wonderful and if you thought they were a bad grade, then you truly didn't understand how hard she was trying to be successful and normal in this life), she sincerely was learning nothing.
There was three months until the Yuuei exams and only two month until the end of school. Himeko thought it was ridiculous that the two were so close together—the stress of training and studying for finals was seemingly too much for Toshi. Himeko, begrudgingly, knew that she was concerned for Toshi. She was concerned that he was taking on too much to handle and that, instead of becoming better, he was becoming more insecure. Himeko glanced at him, her brown eyes staring at his thin form—and she was absolutely positive that there was a literal dark cloud above him—before looking away.
In a way, Himeko knew that she was stuck. She didn't have any sense of the timeline, she didn't really know anything about Toshinori's life before becoming All Might, and she didn't know anything concerning Nana and Gran Torino. Was Toshi training under Nana right now? Or was he training under Gran Torino? Did he even have his powers? Or was she just over analyzing every little thing that he did?
Maybe she hadn't been paying close enough attention to begin with.
Himeko's eyes went wide at the thought, at the idea of missing every hint, clue, or notion towards Toshi's intended greatness just because she was trying to live a normal, undercover life. Was it selfish of her to want to hide in the 'shadows'? Himeko still didn't know the correct answer to that question. Realistically, she wasn't even supposed to have been born—she wasn't supposed to have created a relationship with Toshinori. She wasn't supposed to have been born with a quirk or have the family she had now.
Because he was a fucking fictional character and this was a fictional world.
A huff escaped her lips as she flopped back into her seat, her mind blown, her head shaking, and her eyes dazed. Life was, honestly, so fucking weird.
But, much to Himeko's dismay, there was still a detrimental question that she had yet to answer for Toshi…and for herself.
Toshi had asked her if she was going to become a hero, if she was going to take the entrance exam for U.A., if she was going to give up her life for the sake of the safety of random strangers who, in a few years, would probably forget all about her.
Sometimes, Himeko thought life would be easier if she became a villain.
By the time class was dismissed, Himeko's had already packed her bag and was rushing out the door—trying her best to avoid Toshi and that aggravating smile that never seemed to leave his face. Seriously, who was able to be that happy for so long?
"Himeko!" Of fucking course, Himeko yearned to growl under her breath, but, instead, turned to face the older boy (yes, he was older than her. No, she didn't want to talk about her reaction when she found out but she will say that Toshi wouldn't stop smirking for a full week), a small, forced smile of her face.
"Yeah, Toshi?" Her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence, signifying how little she had been using it nowadays.
How rapid her mind had been thinking.
How her thoughts had slowly been taking over her life.
How she wasn't even sure that she would be able to live pas—
"So, are you gonna take the exams for Yuuei?" The blonde seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement as they walked, having a literal 'pep in his step'. He had been waiting for the answer to the question for weeks now and, much to her delight and his dismay, her answers had always been vague—never meaning no, but never meaning yes.
Himeko stopped, the abruptness causing Toshi to trip over his feet as he tried to stop himself. She squinted her muddy, brown eyes at him before truly looking at him. He flinched under her harsh gaze, the intensity of it making it seem like she were trying to burn off the layers of his skin to see who he truly was, what he truly meant and what he was truly hiding. It was Himeko's goal to make him uncomfortable. She wanted him to flinch under her gaze, to pull away from it and awkwardly scratch his arm as his eyes fluttered around her, looking everywhere but her.
She felt as though she could see everything, her eyes trailing down his face. She could see the imperfections of his face, where the acne had left scars and where the sun had left small kisses. She could see the little wisps of mustache that was trying to grow and the little clump of sleep that rested on his eyelashes. He most likely had rubbed his eye during class, not noticing it was there to begin with, and he probably didn't care. Baby hairs waved freely in the wind, some of them sticking up and out from that stupid headband that he had taken to wearing.
She wondered why he didn't just get a haircut.
"Toshinori," She saw him tense up at the use of his full name, knowing that she never used it unless she was upset with him. But she wasn't. Her tone should have told him that. Her voice, normally dull and emotionless, sounded softer than normal. It was gentle, like a mother caressing her child's face or the feeling you get when you eat a food that reminds you of your childhood. For the first time, and most certainly not the last, Himeko was allowing herself to be a child in front of Toshi, "Do you think I'd make a good hero?"
There it was.
That, right there, was the one going problem inside her mind.
The constant humming and whispering that echoed in her ear, the shadow of doubt that held tightly to her hand, the racing heart of anxiety, the wave of nausea that greeted her as a punch to her gut every time she looked at Toshi's face.
He was going to make a great hero.
He was going to be the hero that children dreamed to become.
He was perfect, for he only wanted the best for the world.
She wasn't like that. She wasn't like him.
"Himeko," Toshi's voice was soft. So soft, that Himeko couldn't remember a time when someone had spoken to her so tenderly. It certainly hadn't been for a few years, not since she left kindergarten, "I think you'd make a great hero… no matter what type of hero you chose to be."
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes burned.
Toshi had been listening, he had actually been listening to her when Himeko told him her dreams, and he… he thought that she would be great. He didn't laugh at her, he didn't say that she was wrong for her passion, he encouraged her.
Himeko let out a shaky breath, nimbly running her hand across her face, wiping away any trace of emotion that had overwhelmed her, "I'm not going to try and become your type of hero, Toshi. I don't want to save people the same way you do… I don't want to watch the world crumble with darkness and always have to be the one to save it."
Because I know that only you can save it.
"But, I do want to be my own hero and… and I will take the entrance exams. My grades aren't good enough to get me into Yuuei, but I'm sure that if I show them a little magic," She winked jokingly at him, crouching down and running her fingers against the grass that rested in the grooves of the cobblestone road, "And maybe we can be a team together."
Irises snuck through the cracks.
