Hitoshi and Kacchan arrived at the camp having only had to walk a few miles.
Shouta was there waiting.
"Have fun?"
"Ughh." They both slumped down on the crappy plastic camping furniture.
"You're only about…" He traced his finger across the face of his watch. "Three hours earlier than everyone else."
"Because we're the best." Hitoshi teased, plucking a grape from the punnet on the table and popping it in his mouth.
"Says the one who basically got a free ride here."
"Ummmm, he was on my back, and then we walked the rest of the way. Don't diminish my accomplishments."
Shouta rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smirk.
"Here."
The erasure hero walked to the shed and opened the door.
"These all need peeled ready for dinner tonight, seeing as you have so much time on your hands you can get started."
"You've gotta' be friggin' kidding me?!" Kacchan exclaimed as they took in the seven or eight sacks full of vegetables.
"You've got about three hours, good luck."
Shouta grinned as he walked off.
Hitoshi slumped his head back with a groan before reluctantly getting to his feet and heading over to the cooking stations which luckily had already been set up.
A kid walked over. He just stared.
"Ummm…" Hitoshi crouched down and offered a smile. "Hi."
"Why are there wings on your hoodie?"
Hitoshi smiled, pulling the jacket forward a little so he could flap one of the red wings. "It's supposed to be Hawks' hero costume."
"Oh."
The kid looked unimpressed.
"Is he your favourite?"
He shrugged.
"To be honest, I don't know that many heroes. Eraserhead and Present Mic are my favourites though."
The kid turned to look over at Shouta before turning back to him.
"That Eraserhead?"
"Do you know any other ones?" He teased but the kid didn't laugh. "Okayyyy, nevermind."
"Aren't you a little old to be wearing hero merch?"
Hitoshi smirked.
"I'm fifteen, that's not that old, and stuff like this doesn't really have an age limit."
"Hmm…"
Clearly the kid didn't agree.
"So who's your favourite hero?"
"Heroes are dumb and you're training to be one which makes you dumb too."
The kid walked off.
Hitoshi's eyes were wide as he was caught off-guard by the abrupt statement.
"What the hell just happened?" He mumbled to himself.
The next day arrived and it was time for training.
"Morning class, today we begin the training class that will increase your strength. Our goal is to develop your skills exponentially so that each of you earns a provisional license. This will allow you to face the dangers that continue to fester in the darkness."
Basically they were each told to go away and improve their quirks power by pushing past their previous limits.
It also meant that he had nothing to do.
No one to test his quirk on meant no training for him which was annoying so he leant his help to anyone who needed it while wishing he had a better power.
Luckily later that night brought with it something he could actually take part in. After being paired with Kacchan and Todoroki, because Zuku had gone off god knows where, they headed into the forest to retrieve the tags they needed.
What had seemed an interest concept at first soon just became miserable as they endlessly walked for what felt like hours clearly no closer to whatever the hell the objective was.
"Can we just go back to camp?"
"We haven't found our tags yet." Todoroki stated.
"Uhhh who cares!" Kacchan echoed his sentiment. "I have better things to do than wasting my time walking round a friggin' forest."
"EVERYONE!"
"Gahhh!" The three of them winced as Mandalay's quirk burst into their heads.
"Two villains attacked us and it's possible there are more coming. Everyone return to camp immediately, we're regrouping. We have discovered one of the villain's targets, it's a student named Kacchan."
Hitoshi's eyes blew wide as he turned to his cousin, his expression that of horror.
"Kacchan, you should try and avoid combat and stick to a group. And for everyone else, all students of Class A and Class B, in the name of the pro hero Eraserhead you are granted permission to engage in combat. I repeat, use your training, you may fight these villains. I hope you can all hear me."
His breathing was heavy as panic set in.
"We need to get you to Shouta, and the Pussycats, now!"
After an eventful sprint back through the forest they finally reached the clearing where they'd set up camp. And that's when he saw…
The League.
"No… No…" He shook his head.
Kacchan, seeing his cousin's distress, dived forward, placing himself between the villains and Hitoshi, putting a hand out behind him to keep him there.
"Stay behind me."
"Ohhhh, it's so exciting to meet you." The blonde girl grinned.
"Yeah we've heard so much about you!" Another guy added. "Fresh meat!" He exclaimed seconds later, his tone changing.
Another new face wearing a mask and a top hat walked closer to them.
"Shigaraki regrets ever letting you go, so now he wants you back. We're here to collect on his behalf."
"Over my dead body!" Kacchan growled.
"That can be arranged."
"Stop it!" Hitoshi shouted. "I'll go with you."
"Hitoshi, no…"
"I know you said you wanted Kacchan, but I'll go with you without a fight if you leave him alone. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt my friends."
It was then that a battered and bruised Zuku came onto the scene alongside various other members of the class.
"Get away from them!" He screamed.
"Time to go." Mask guy stated.
Despite the enforcement bracelet on his wrist, Hitoshi turned to Kacchan.
I'm sorry.
"We're gonna' be okay, right?"
"I'm gonna protect-."
Hitoshi could feel the bracelet vibrating as it charged.
"Run."
Kacchan's eyes blanked as he took control before he began to run.
"Gahhhhh!" Hitoshi screamed as the electric current ran through him from the enforcement bracelet, the strength almost doubling him over.
"Nice fucking try." Spinner was holding an unconscious Kacchan.
The pain soon became too much as his eyes flickered; Kurogiri's warp gate began to engulf them.
"Run, Zuku…" He spoke weakly.
The last thing he heard was his own name and Kacchan's screamed furiously before everything went black.