A/N: I had this idea for a few months and I finally got around to writing it.
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"Ow. My head." Oboro groaneed.
He slowly got up from the concrete floor.
"Where am I? Where is everyone?" Oboro questioned.
Oboro became very confused. Where were his classmates? He was supposed to be on a work-study with Shouta.
Oboro pulled out his cell phone.
Fortunately, the screen wasn't cracked. He thanked his shockproof case for that.
"No Signal." Oboro said to himself.
Oboro groaned.
I guess I have found a way back home another way.
After wandering around for a few minutes, Oboro figured he was still in Tasomiya Ward but something felt off. People gave him weird looks and ran off every time he asked them to borrow their phones.
"Hey, are you lost?" A Voice called to him.
"Huh?" Oboro said as he turned around.
Hitoshi stopped to catch his breath. When he opened up his eyes, he was taken back from the sight of Oboro.
"Sorry, I was on the run from my guards." Hitoshi said in-between pats.
"Guards? Are you a rich kid or something?" Oboro said.
Hitoshi rose an eyebrow.
"Did you hit your head or something? I thought everyone knew who I was."
Oboro shrugged.
"I guess I have been living under a rock." Oboro said.
Hitoshi genuinely chuckled for once.
"I like you." Hitoshi said.
Hitoshi exhaled before saying, "You need to change your outfit, it's drawing too much attention."
"Attention? It's my hero costume?" Oboro insisted.
"Hero?" Hitoshi questioned.
Oboro flashed his Provisional License.
Hitoshi gasped when he looked down at the date.
"Boi! This is from 15 years ago." Hitoshi shouted.
"What?!" Oboro questioned.
Hitoshi had a weird sense someone was watching them.
"Shh! We gotta go!" Hitoshi said as he took Oboro by the arm.
Moments later, Hitoshi and Oboro were in an alleyway while trying to catch their breaths.
"I don't understand." Oboro said.
"Pro Heroes are a thing of the past. You could have been arrested for vigilantism." Hitoshi added.
"What? But why?!" Oboro questioned.
Hitoshi shook his head.
"You look just like him." Hitoshi said, full of sentiment and sorrow.
"Do you know who Shouta and Hizashi are?" Hitoshi asked.
"Yeah! They are best friends from UA." Oboro answered. "Do you know them?"
"Do I know them?" Hitoshi scoffed. "They are my fathers!"
"Woah." Oboro said.
He needed a minute to take this minute.
"Well, maybe they can help me?" Oboro suggested.
Hitoshi shook his head and said, "No. Bad idea!"
"Let me tell you the story of how The Trinity rose to power." Hitoshi said.
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Hitoshi doesn't have the full story but he explained to Oboro how when after his death, Shouta and Hizashi went crazy.
Call them Dark Heroes, Vigilantes, Villains, Anti-Heroes or Anti-Villains, anything in-between or none of them at all.
They don't care.
"You're friends are dictators now." Hitoshi said.
Hitoshi explained how his so-called "Rooftop Gang" rose up to power sometime in their early 20s. They found the Hero Commission to be corrupted and unjust, so they took action.
"Ooh, there is a guy named All For One. You must remember that. He wanted you dead." Hitoshi said.
"Dead? But why? I don't even know him." Oboro whined.
Hitoshi sighed when he realized he has to explain the origin of All For One and One For All.
"What? So there is...well was an almost two-century-old villain who wanted me dead to turn me into a 'Nomu'." Oboro gasped.
Hitoshi nodded. "I know. It's messed up."
"You said my friends are dictators? How does that work? They could easily be overthrown. Their quirks aren't that powerful." Oboro inquired.
Hitoshi went on to say Shouta, Hizashi and later Nemuri got their bodies experimented on by All For One's henchman, Doctor Garaki.
"Now, they are both dead." Hitoshi said coldly.
Oboro's legs trembled. He could never imagine his friends taking a life.
"What kind of dystopian world did I get myself into?" Oboro said as he wiped a tear away.
"Oboro, I'm sorry. But it's true. Everything." Hitoshi said.
Hitoshi's attention was glued to his phone when it started to vibrate.
"Oh crud. It's my father." Hitoshi said.
Hitoshi quickly picked up. He didn't want his fathers to think he was in danger.
"Hi...Dad?" Hitoshi said nervously.
"Hitoshi. Where are you?" Aizawa said.
"I'm near a Coffee Shop." Hitoshi said.
Hitoshi muted himself and told Oboro, "You gotta go. They can track my phone if I keep talking." Hitoshi said.
"Where will we meet?" Oboro asked.
"Meet here again, at sundown." Hitoshi said.
Oboro did as told and left.
"Hitoshi?" Aizawa said.
"Ooh, sorry. I was talking to the Barista." Hitoshi lied.
Aizawa sighed.
"Return home, now!" Aizawa snapped.
Aizawa hung up.
"Phew!" Hitoshi said as he wiped the sweat off his face.
"What did I get myself into?" Hitoshi said.
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"What? Is your Hitoshi a little lost?" Overhaul mocked.
Overhaul had just lost a battle between Hizashi and Shouta. If it was only one of them, he had a slim chance of winning.
"Don't say his name!" Hizashi hissed.
" Who could have betrayed me? " Kai thought.
Kai couldn't blame them.
The Trinity wasn't a force to reckon with.
"Where are the bullets?" Shouta snapped.
Kai was on the brink of death.
"You guys are monsters." Kai said before passing out.
Hizashi rolled his eyes and started to heal him.
Moments later, Kai's eyes woke up.
"Ooh? So you won't even give the sweet relief of death?" Kai said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter what you think. Chisaki!. You are going to Prison for a very long time." Shouta said.
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When Hitoshi returned home, he got the earful of his lifetime from his so-called father, Shouta.
"Toshi, we just want you to be safe." Hizashi said.
"Many people want to hurt you to get to us." Shouta explained.
Hitoshi's face became a bright red. He was furious with his fathers.
He always thought he was being ungrateful when his fathers said him about his abusive parents.
But now he is being treated like a prisoner under lock and key. He has no friends.
"No! Listen here!" Hitoshi shouted.
Hizashi and Shouta were taken back by Hitoshi's outburst and his rants. They rarely see him express emotion.
After Hitoshi was done, he stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut.
"Maybe we were too overprotective?" Hizashi said.
Shouta hummed and said, "Maybe."
A/N: I'm not sure if I should ship Oboro with Hitoshi. I'm not good at slash fics. Though I can see myself writing a Pre-Slash fic.