Disclaimer: I own nothing but Hiroko,
Okay, so this chapter, this chapter might be rough, I'm not so sure how good I am at writing fight scenes and that's all Katsuki knows how to do. Also, I do not feel like writing all of Todoroki and Bakugo's fight, and I'm sorry but I really just don't want to do it.
- Explosions Suck-
I sat in the waiting room, my stomach twisting knots for the fight ahead.
My quirk had been rapidly declining, and with every fight, I had begun to face the repercussions of my actions.
My body was sore and I'd been ignoring it, but fighting Katsuki would make it impossible to fight through it. His last match against Kirishima proved that. The only solace was the breaks we got during each fight, it helped with restoring some energy and made us forget how tired we actually were.
I once again undid my braid and ran my hands through my tangled hair. It was supposed to be straight, but I put it in a braid so often it liked to remain permanently messed up if I undid it.
"Dumb hair," I said, before laughing to myself, "Heh...Kirishima."
I sighed, finished up the braid, and tried to brush the tangles out with my fingers.
Todoroki and Tokoyami were going to fight each other in the ring, but the break between the semi-finals and the second round was taking forever. So I'd been sitting there for a while by then, left with the thoughts of how Blasty Boy was going to kill me.
"I'm so tired…. I just wanna sleep, but now I have to fight Angry boy and his firecrackers," I whined to myself, vaguely registering the noise from the fight about to begin.
Katsuki's Quirk worked well in close combat and for distance fighting as well, just like Kaminari and Mina's. But Kaminari couldn't keep up after his release, and Mina was sloppier when I got closer to her, probably more worried about injuring herself. Which meant I couldn't compare the fights I had fought with the one I would be facing.
Both of us excelled in close combat, our practice fight from the beginning of the school year taught me that much at least. And while I'd like to think I had better combat skills, his reaction time and quick thinking could keep me from doing any real damage. Not to mention, without my quirk, his physical strength and speed could beat me any day, and I wouldn't be able to rely just on my quirk for this match.
"Uhg, he's just so cool," I sighed again, before putting my head down, not really having any other idea for what to do, "Now I sound like Kuku…."
"Hey!" I jumped up, locking my knees and raising my hands to block any attack, before searching for the voice. "You're on right now! You can't sleep!"
My head swiveled to the doorway and my situation came back to me. The woman who was yelling at me was an annoyed-looking staff member, a pro hero who would no doubt tell on me to Mr. Aizawa.
"Oh, crap," I yelled, before sprinting out the door and down the hallway. I didn't think I was that tired, and I barely closed my eyes.
I saw the light of the stadium and I pushed forward, hearing the roaring of the crowd. All of it awakened my senses and I had to breathe in deeply to keep myself calm.
"Hiroko Bushinda coming in fashionably late!" Present Mic said, his voice teasing. "Looks like she wasn't too excited about fighting her next opponent. Can't say I'm mad though, Bakugo's been showing no mercy all day!"
That excuse was better than what actually happened, I guess.
I rushed up the steps and saw Katsuki waiting, his lips set in a grim line and his fiery eyes looking back at me. His determination to win made him seem more of a threat. I held his gaze as breathed in deeply, both calming myself down and trying to slow my heart rate from running so much.
My stomach was filled with dread, fear pooling and washing over me. I think the only good thing I could think of at that moment was how refreshed I felt after that power nap.
"Whoever wins this match will be facing off against Todoroki in the next round, fighting for the championship! Isn't this exciting?!" The Voice hero rallied, getting the crowd to, somehow, cheer louder. "And now that everyone's here.. both from the hero course, Hiroko Bushida! Against her classmate Katsuki Bakugo!"
I stared at my opponent, a feeling of resolve falling over me as my mind switched and I pushed my fears down. Even though I didn't feel relatively good about this fight, I'd do anything to make sure I'd win. As if I was risking my life.
A weird mentality to have, but one that would help bring me all.
He noticed the shift and he got his body lower, getting closer to the ground, appearing immovable. His lips curled into a snarl, his own eyes flashing with a fighting instinct I'd seen before.
A breath was released, silence overtaking and my eyes only watched him.
"Let's go!"
I ran.
I ran quickly without my Quirk toward the boy. My advancement was no surprise to him and he let explosions block my vision of him. My feet moved with no thought and I backed out of the smoke his attack had created.
In a second I realized the reason for the attack and looked behind me, he was there like I predicted and I raised my arm to block. His eyes flashed with shock but it quickly turned to anger.
Another explosion erupted from his hand as it landed on my forearm making me clench my teeth in pain. I tried to reach out with my other arm to grab him, but he redirected his body's weight by using my arm, twisting his leg, and kicking me in the side.
"Die!"
I fell to the ground and rolled, distributing the impact so I didn't end up with a broken arm. I balanced myself and watched him, giving my burning arm a second to cool down.
"Love the commentary, Katsuki!" I yelled, which was stupid in retrospect because he rushed toward me.
"I can finally wipe that stupid smile off your idiotic face!" He fired back, a sadistic smile forming on his lips. My eyes focused on his movements, watching his next movements closely.
He stepped forward with his left foot, reaching out with explosions in hand, and I redirected the attack, keeping him going forward. I placed my foot, as if on instinct, before his feet, and readied myself to take his arm in a lock.
He redirected himself, his right arm coming fast at my face. Blasts went off faster than I could react and his Quirk sent me falling to the ground. He landed beside me, the move to trip him actually working, despite his reflexes.
I wanted to shake off his hit but the slam to the ground left me breathless, but my heart raced as I begged for my body to move. The boy beside me hadn't realized my dilemma and used his explosions to catapult himself high into the air. He realized his mistake but covered for it by sending me a wicked smirk.
He sent his arms behind him and bega rapidly flying towards me and the ground.
My breath came back to me and I jumped up, my brain no longer freaking out with the loss of air.
He landed where I had been laying and the ground shook, a sure tell sign of what he had intended if I stayed there a second too late. I backed up as the smoke made it difficult to see, giving me a cover to think of my next move. At that point, I'd only been dodging or winging it, not the best strategy to win against Katuski.
The cover didn't last long when Katsuki cleared it away, his smirk still resting on his face.
"Is that all you got, braids?" He mocked, his hands beginning to alight. "Cause if it is, I'll say I'm pretty disappointed."
"Awww," I cooed, smirking back at him, watching the way his confident expression fell to an aggravated one. "I love how much you believe in me!"
He ran forward and I did as well, the banter actually pumping me up.
His movements were fast, the way his shoulders and upper body turned each time he let an explosion fire off at me. I activated my Quirk before he could hit me, powering the muscles in my shoulders and biceps, making my movements fast enough to redirect his hits.
If I just blocked them, he'd easily get the best of me and my arms would soon be covered in burns as my forearm had already experienced with the block from beforehand.
He growled, and I took the chance to try and speed up my reflexes, but that meant I had to sacrifice some of my strength. I let out my own snarl and moved back his fiery hand before striking with my palm on his chest.
Even though his body flew back a bit, it didn't do anything in the long run when he changed his course with his explosions. He grabbed my arm with his hand and blasted explosions around my elbow, keeping me distracted on the pain and not on the incoming blast.
I cried out in pain, taking the brunt of the next attack on my side again. He didn't let me rest as he began to spin around me, a move I remembered from the practice fight, except this time it was against me and not Kuku.
My heartbeat increased and fear swept over me, a flight or fight instinct kicking in and I sloppily made an adjustment, throwing my leg in the air to knock him off me. He coughed it with his free hand, leaving me practically immobilized as his hands sparked to life once more.
We were face to face, my body off balance, and his sneering lips mocking me. I furrowed my brows in irritation, my desire to win growing more profound the more he beat me.
I threw my head forward without a thought, headbutting him hard enough for his hands to release me. I tumbled to the ground, once again rolling out of the position, keeping myself from any further damage.
He stumbled back, placing his hands on his forehead where I'd just attacked him. I did the same as I stood up, not taking my eyes off him as I assessed the damage.
My elbow hurt to move and my forearm still had a burn that stung with every change of the wind. Not to mention my head throbbed, and my side had also taken some damage. It wasn't too bad I suppose, I could've been dead.
An idea came to my head as we stared each other down. I remembered how he wouldn't attack me before if I had activated my Quirk, and threatened that if he used it, he could break his arm. Though he might just power through it, his body would slow down and I'd have the upper hand.
I smiled, thankful that my brain worked at least once in a while, and raced toward my opponent. He stood his ground and waited for me to come near him. I decided that if I made my movements too easy to predict, he'd counter them in seconds.
Instead of sprinting to attack, I jumped high in the air. He followed by pushing off the ground, his explosions making dents on the floor.
"Crap," I hissed, realizing he had better movement with the help of his Quirk. He smugly watched me, and let one final blast from his hands carry his momentum. His foot firmly kicked me in the stomach, his added force making it ache in even more so. I grit my teeth in response but grabbed onto his leg, keeping it firmly planted to my body, and I activated his body's Quirk.
The power played dangerously behind my eyes, and I felt my energy shift from my body to his. He took notice as I increased his thermoregulation, affecting the hypothalamus, essentially increasing the amount of glycerin that was pouring from his glands. Even the amount of nitric acid that began to erupt from his hands began to sporadically combust, making him growl in pain.
He reacted by putting his arms closer to the ground to slow our impact, and I let him go as we reached the ground, giving myself time enough to land safely. Only gaining minor scratches from the uneven and highly crumbled ground.
I looked back to my opponent as he clenched his jaw. His UA uniform scraped and torn near his legs like mine had, though it held noticeably fewer explosion markings; body shaking in rage or pain, I wasn't sure, and he turned to me, a need to win now clearly expressed in his eyes.
Though behind his threatening smile and determined eyes, I felt like I saw a flash of excitement cloud his eyes as he watched me. I felt my heart leap as I realized I was having fun too, even if it was at the expense of my poor exhausted body.
"Don't start smiling, idiot!" He yelled, "I'm still gonna win this!"
"I thought you loved my smile?" I teased, backing up defensively as he moved forward.
"Die!"
Maybe I was wrong, maybe he wasn't enjoying our fight.
He came forward toward me and I dodged another array of explosions, the smoke once again making it hard to see. With an ounce of luck, I turned and saw the boy's shadow, giving me the upper hand.
I sprinted to the figure, jumping off with increased strength and getting ready to land a spinning heel kick, but my Quirk stopped. The energy I gained from that power nap had finally run out, and it felt like my body was empty.
The smoke cleared up and it was evident I'd fallen for his trap, but it was worse now that my Quirk had decided to give up.
Instead of knocking him out with an enhanced spin kick, Katuski blocked my attack with ease. This time, he used his explosions to send me flying back.
The blasts were huge, and it was evident in the amount of wind, pressure, debris, and heat that pushed against me. I cringed, letting out a cry of pain, and landed on the ground. I slammed my fist hard into the ground, skidding backward with nothing but the floor to keep me from being thrown out of bounds.
The heat of his explosions licked my face and clothes, making the experience feel awful as the eruptions kept going around me.
When the searing fire let up, it smelled like something was burning, and my hand that held firmly in the ground was bruised and bleeding. I stood up, the heat on my back and clothes still striking to me. I felt uncomfortable and annoyed. If I hadn't enhanced his Quirk so much from earlier his explosions wouldn't have been so powerful.
But at least now he'd have injured himself with such a powerful discharge.
Or so I had thought.
The crowd began to scream, less in excitement and more in worry. So, I turned to face Katsuki, but he wasn't bounding toward me so I looked in the other direction.
My eyes opened wide with fear as I caught a glimpse of my hair as it swung from behind me.
Fire…. My hair was on fire.
"Oh my God!" I screeched,
"Bushida is on fire!" PResent Mic exclaimed, his input finally reaching my ears as if a switch had been turned back on.
I looked back to Katsuki, to find him still advancing. My jaw dropped… How could he keep fighting when I was literally on fire?
My brain went into overdrive and I did the only thing I could think of. I took my jacket off, deciding that the fire was my number one concern, and began to wrap my hair into the piece of clothing. I beat it like I'd seen people do on Tv, watching anxiously as the flames got farther up my back.
"Should we stop the fight?" I heard Midnight asking, looking at her college, Cementos, as she did so,
My jacket had smothered the flames, calming the insane amount of panic that flooded my senses. "No!" I yelled, letting go of my singed hair. "I can still fight."
I ducked low and got into a readied stance as if proving my point. Blasty Boy stopped ahead of me, an ugly smirk adorning his, usually beautiful, features.
"Not for long," He commented, his hands creating sparks before him. I stepped back in worry, now ultra-aware of what he could do and how loud everything in the stadium felt. Light emitted from his palms, and it grew bigger and bigger.
I realized what he was doing the second it was too late, and he had already ignited his blinding and deafening attack.
"Flash Grenade!" I had somehow managed to hear. My senses were clouded with smoke and my ears were ringing. I felt my body being moved, and I tried to counter-attack but every swing and kick I threw was poor and uncoordinated. Easily avoidable.
When I could finally see anything, I saw the blacktop that signaled I was out of the ring.
I shot up, but it was no use, he'd already thrown me out of the ring, and I'd lost.
"Bushida had been forced out! That means Bakugo advances to the finals!" Present Mic said, and the crowd cheered once more. I sighed, walking looking around at the broken ring and the stadium filled with people. I'd been so nervous the entire time, but I was sad that I couldn't keep fighting.
"I'm alive!" I shouted, trying to shake off the disappointment.
"Shut up, Idiot!" My opponent commanded, and I turned to him in annoyance.
"I'm celebrating my survival," I snapped back at him, wondering why he was getting so angry. "What's the matter with that?"
He just growled and walked off, going back out the hallway, I assumed, he came through. I watched him walk, my face scrunched in irritation as a response.
"I'm the one who should be mad," I huffed, walking off myself. "He blew up my hair…" My trek to Recovery Girl was a tedious one. I hadn't realized how many times you use your side to walk, and I had to keep my elbow painstakingly still or It'd hurt.
"You're badly bruised, but nothing's broken," The nurse said after she had bandaged my arm and redid my leg. "I can't heal you much today, but when you come back I'll see what I can do."
She had only kissed the burned part of my arm but I already felt like I was going to pass out. So I nodded slowly, before lazily getting out of the bed.
"Wow!" Mina exclaimed, randomly popping out behind the door to the nurse's office. "I can't believe he blew up your hair like you said."
"Babe, you are very loud," I whined, even though I began to walk with her. I was beyond irritated at the boy, not only had he yelled at me, even though he'd won, my hair had been destroyed. "That… ugh, he seriously makes me mad sometimes." I clenched my fist in anger before hissing, my elbow becoming a problem again.
"Really?" She asked, making me turn to her confusion. "I always thought that you were the one messing with him?"
"Wha- well that doesn't mean he never ticks me off," I answered back, scrunching my nose in annoyance. "But it's not my fault that his reactions are funny."
"You have a weird sense of humor…" She trailed off, making me turn to her with a blank expression. "Ah! Actually, I think I have some scissors in my backpack, we can try cutting off some of the burnt areas?..." She gestured toward my burnt hair, making me relive the irritation for my opponent.
"Sweetheart, why do you have scissors in your backpack?" I questioned, giving her a dumbfounded look.
"In case it comes in handy!" She gave me finger guns and I just smiled to myself, silently thanking her. "Also, are you gonna keep calling me those weird nicknames again?"
"Shoot!" I gasped, clamping my hand over my mouth a little too hard. "Ow… I hadn't even realized. Sorry."
"How do you not realize?"
"My friend gave me the bad habit, and usually when I'm tired I pick it up again."
"That's kinda weird."
"Wait, aren't you always calling everyone 'sweetie' or 'girly'? So how's it weird when I say it?"
"Yeah, but it's cool when I say it."
"No, it's not."
"Is so,"
"You know what," I said, holding up my hand and looking away from her, watching the doors and their numbers as we passed. "I'll admit it because I'm tired."
"Mmmm… I think it's because I'm right," She hummed out her response and I shook my head, once again smiling to myself. "Anyways, you wanna get some snacks from the booths outside once the tournament is over?"
I turned to her with a wicked smile on my face, remembering how she hadn't gone out with Kirishima like I'd hoped during lunch.
"I don't know, wouldn't you rather take a manly-man with you?" I joked, watching her smile drop at my insistence. "If I remember correctly, he said that 'zebra stripes are cool' I'd bet you could educate him on the extensive history of stripes used in clothing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," She played innocent and I pouted.
"Yeah, fine whatever, Darling," I hissed, walking in front of her and onto the elevator. I breathed in deeply and pressed the button when she got on, having to remind myself that I could easily get myself out, even if we got stuck. "I actually do want to get some food, and maybe we can ask the other girls. It'll be fun but I have to talk to my dad first, but I can meet up with you."
"Alright!" She pumped her fist in excitement and I smiled at her, even though it felt like my eyelids were going to shut. "Actually you look pretty tired."
"Mmm," I hummed in agreement, before shaking my head to wake myself up. I needed to be awake for the awards, and I wanted to see the fight between Todoroki and McBlasty. "Recovery Girl healed me, but it really drained me. Not to mention my fight against Katsuki was weirdly taxing."
"You kinda get tired really quickly," Mina commented, and the door to the elevator dinged, telling us that we reached our floor. "That's pretty lame."
"La-Lame!" I shouted, my sleepiness rapidly decreasing. "How is that lame! And I've been fighting all day!"
"Yeah, but so have I."
"I convert my energy to enhance my body's natural abilities! Of course, I get tired."
"I was just messing with you," She whined, making me feel bad for getting worked up. "You're super grumpy."
"I'm the picture of sunshine and rainbows, babe," I fired back, before giving her a sneering smile. "I have no idea as to what you're talking about."
She smiled back innocently and though I knew we were both joking, I still had the urge to smack her.
Katsuki stood on the number one pedestal.
His hands were secured in restraints, his body was being held to a concrete slab, and his mouth was being covered by a steel metal muzzle.
I wheezed at the sight of him and began to cackle at his state.
He'd been so angry with the way he'd won against Todoroki. I guess for Katsuki, I could understand his anger, but even if it hurt your pride, this just felt ridiculous.
"No, this" I tried to speak but I could only continue to laugh. "Wow…"
"Do you think it's wise to laugh at him?" Tokoyami asked from beside me.
"Not at all," I managed to breathe out, before turning back to the boy. Another round of laughter escaped my lips and I clutched my stomach. "It's just too funny."
Once I stopped laughing, I walked over to the third-place podium and used the ladder they provided to get on. Katsuki saw this and began to yell, but it was only muffled by his muzzle. Like any person in my situation, I walked over to his own first place podium and smiled innocently at him.
"Wow, Katsuki," I said, and he tried to come at me with his hands, but the chains that tooted him in his spot stopped him. I flinched back, but I didn't let my smile drop. "You said you were gonna win the sports festival, and you really did."
He growled behind the mask, and I nodded as if we were actually communicating.
"I know right," I responded before his eyes flashed savagely. "You're just so amazing, I can't believe I doubted."
The podium began to rise and I looked over my shoulder, seeing Tokoyami firmly on his pedestal. I turned back to Katsuki and saw him shaking widely.
"Gotta say, I'm not liking the new gauntlets," I gestured to the chains on his hands and he once again tried to grab me with them. "I feel like the grenades were more practical, and they fit your character."
He started screaming again, this time it was strictly directed at me.
"Yeah, Yeah I get that," I put on a serious face, concentrating on him and not the roaring clouds and flashing cameras. "Trying new things is hard. And I mean that's my personal opinion, other people might like them."
I finally looked up and found my classmates staring at the angry champion.
"He's acting like a feral animal…" Tokoyami said from behind me, I assume he was talking about Katuski.
"Actually," I butted in, holding up a finger. "This is the smoothest conversation I've ever had with him."
"Yes," he agreed, "I can see that."
I smiled at the response, not really knowing Tokoyami to be the joking type.
"Now, let's break out the hardware," Ms. Midnight said, "Of course there's only one person worthy of distributing the awards."
"HaHa," A familiar laugh resonated through the stadium. I looked around but found no sign of the Symbol of Peace. "Citizens! I am here-"
"All Might, the number one hero!" Ms. Midnight overlapped the man. But I could finally see him as he jumped off the stadium and landed smoothly in front of us. "Ruined that, didn't I?" The woman asked, giving All Might a sorry look.
He stood up tall, watching us with proud eyes. As Midnight gave him the medals. He walked up to us first, steps appearing before him, with no explanation.
"What the-"
"Young Tokoyami," He said, directing his attention to the boy beside me. I stepped back to let him take the light, only to flinch at the violent champion behind me.
"Will you stop that," I hissed at him, my own irritation from earlier bubbling to the surface. He shook again, and his words were only heard as muffles.
"And young Bushida," All Might turned to me, and I stood to attention, internally berating myself for missing what he'd said to Tokoyami. The pro hero held out the medal and I bowed, accepting it as it slid onto my shoulders and around my neck. "Congratulations. You worked hard and you were rewarded for your efforts." He praised me and went in for a hug. "But your impulsive actions did cost you."
I nodded my head and took the criticism.
"You'll make a great hero one day, but you still have much to learn."
"Thank you," I responded, a little embarrassed but otherwise grateful for his words.
He made his way through Todoroki and eventually climbed the steps to Blasty Boy. The boy in question reacted poorly to the Number one hero, practically refusing the gold medal.
"I don't want that piece of garbage," He yelled, lifting his head away from the medal.
"Come one now," All Might tried, only for Katsuki to yell at him again. The Symbol of Peace finally forced the award onto the boy, making it sit perfectly in his mouth. "Here they are, the winners of this year's sports festival!"
I snickered at the boy, and he swiveled his head to yell at me again. Except for the medal in his mouth left him able to speak.
"But listen closely," All Might continued. "Any of you first years could have ended up standing on these podiums. Think about what you've done today. You've challenged each other, learned, and climbed even closer to your goals of being pros. I think the next generations of heroes are proving to be the most promising yet!"
He pumped his fist in the air and the crowd began to get louder. 'I have one last thing to say, so I want everyone to yell it with me. You know what it is!"
"Plus ultra!" the entire crowd screamed, along with myself and the students before me.
"Thanks, everyone for your hard work!"
The crowd began to boo, seeing that All Might hadn't said the catchphrase like everyone else had. I yawned, lifting my shoulders to stretch before flinching at my elbow. I kept forgetting that I'd injured it, even though the bandages should have been a huge giveaway.
I guess the excitement of messing with Katsuki could only keep me energized for so long.
"All first-year students please start making your way back to your homeroom classes by 6:00," Ms. Midnight interjected, breaking up the sounds of the angry crowd. "That gives you an hour to explore and find your parents."
I nodded and attempted to walk down the steps, but the pedestals began to descend and I stayed put.
I made my way through the rush of students, intent on finding one person before we had to go back to our classrooms. I did feel bad about lying to Mina like I did, but if I told her I needed to talk to Todoroki, she'd ask questions.
I finally found him in the 1-A waiting room, looking down at his right hand. My other classmates were bustling about, but he stayed quiet.
"Hey, Todoroki," He looked up at me with a blank expression, and I forced a smile. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" I gestured to the door, telling him I meant in private.
He looked confused but nodded, standing up from his seat and following behind me.
The few people around us sent me questioning looks, Jirou in particular. But I ignored them and went on, finding an empty hallway.
I turned to him and bowed deeply, not waiting for him to respond. "I'm sorry," I said, keeping my head parallel to the floor. "I overheard your conversation with Ku- Midoriya, about your father… And I wanted to apologize."
We stood in silence, and I wondered what he was thinking. Surely he'd be mad with me, I eavesdropped on an important part of his life, and acted like I was the one who had been wronged.
"I should have told you earlier, and I'm sorry. I got angry and I threw something at him. I don't know how you feel, but I know I have no right to be mad, and-"
"No," I heard him say, before feeling a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up at him in confusion. "He's a scumbag, someone who deserves the feeling of hatred. I thank you for getting angry."
I stood up slowly, giving him a bewildered look.
"Though I'm upset that my private conversation was heard, I'm grateful that someone cares enough to get angry." His voice stayed even and his features barely moved as he spoke. "So, stop apologizing."
"Of course I'm angry, other people would be too," His eyes flashed at my words. He looked astonished to hear that. Without a thought, I reached over to and wrapped my hands around his torso. "You shouldn't be surprised that I'm upset, Todroki. The way your dad acts is heartbreaking."
He was stiff under my touch but didn't make a move to make me let go, so I held on.
"I had a run-in with some villains when I was younger," I told him, not looking up at him, but I let go of him and backed up. "They- they kidnapped my friend and I went after them." My eyes began to well up but I pressed on, a weird desire to tell him. "And it seriously ticks me off that your dad sounded so much like them when he spoke."
"Yeah," Todoroki said, "As I said, my father is a scumbag."
We stood in silence, only hearing the sound of a couple of students passing through. Once they were gone I heard him speak up.
"Can I ask why they kidnapped your friend?" My head shot up at his question and I noticed that he looked sad.
"Uh.." I wasn't really against telling people, but sometimes it was very hard to talk about. But I guess I had overheard him when I wasn't supposed to. "My parents had arrested the leader of a gang…" I paused, making sure that I wasn't about to cry. "Have you ever heard of the White Tortures?"
He thought for a minute before nodding slightly.
"They tortured their rivals by locking them in boxes with no food or water right?" I flinched but nodded. "They ran specifically in America until the leader was captured in Japan 10 years ago…" He trailed off, something clicking between the two stories. "The leading heroes were from the Warrior agency, but it disbanded two years later after the wife died."
"You sure know a lot," I smiled to myself, wondering how on earth he knew so much on such a small agency.
"My father made sure I remembered and studied specific cases," he informed me, making me nod my head in understanding. "One with a known gang leader would be something important to remember."
"Yeah, well he got out of prison once he made a deal with the police, and the FBI in America," I seethed as I remembered that awful man. "They let him out after a few years since he gave them access to other gangs. And he wanted revenge."
"So he went after your friend to get to you…" He finished for me, making me nod my head in guilt.
"Yeah.." I choked out, my throat closing as I fought back tears. "I was able to get her out of there, but I was only nine, so I'm pretty sure they just let her go."
Once again we sat in silence, but I couldn't take much of it for long.
"I told you so you would realize just how much I mean this," I looked him in the eyes so he would understand. "I heard those villains speak, and I hate how much your father sounded like them. The way he thought of nothing but himself… I hate it. I hate it. I hate it."
"So don't look so astonished next time someone cares about you and your feelings Todoroki."
I walked away, letting that resonate with him. And also to save myself the embarrassment of breaking down in front of him. That was the real reason why I hated telling people about what happened when I was younger. Because I knew I'd start crying.
All rightttt we finally got to see some Of Hiroko's past… I still have a little to show you, but maybe you'll understand why she hates villains so much
Also…. We are done with the sports festival, I still have one more scene to write in the next chapter, but It'll be quick and won't be the primary focus, just something to mess with Hiroko. Lol. ENjoy your guys' day
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