OCs Summary list (will be updated every-time a name and/or quirk is added)
Hoshi Kimura: Has reddish brown, mushroom shaped hair. Quirk is called Spore.
Torii Koharu: Brown haired boy with glowing hands and feet. Hides hands behind a glove during a regular day. Quirk is creating portals, limited by the energy stored in his hands and feet.
Twenty-One
Hitoshi counted the last seconds of his alarm as it blinked down the seconds to 4 AM.
Suffering through insomnia was bad enough, but to be kept awake by unwanted thoughts made it worse.
With a quirk like yours, I thought you'd look up to heroes like… I don't know – Eraser Head? Fumei's words echoed in his mind like a gentle reminder that he chose the wrong role model to follow from the very beginning.
He's always held All Might as the standard of heroism. He aspired to become so much like him that Hitoshi forgot to see himself as anything else but All Might. His younger self failed to see the heartbreak such a path would take and thus left Hitoshi with regrets piled on top of the other. No one ever tried to make him see any differently, and realizing his own fault in his recurring defeat didn't occur to him until now.
All Might was too powerful for him to emulate.
If someone had broken through his naivety earlier, then perhaps he wouldn't have allowed his desire to become a hero be warped by anger.
His and All Might's quirks are polar opposites, so are their personalities. Regardless if he acknowledged it or not, Hitoshi couldn't just change the source of inspiration for his dream. He still wanted to be like him; but he had to accept that he couldn't be like him. He had to be his own hero.
Fumei challenged them to work harder for their dream. Believing in their dream wasn't enough, they had to actively improve themselves and as far as Hitoshi is concerned, he hasn't really done any of that. He fought for his dream with only his anger and certainty as weapons. He didn't arm himself the way others did by practicing what they lacked and mastering what the already had. He simply sat down and felt sorry for himself.
Hitoshi thought it was about time he stopped tha and actually did something for a change. He glanced impatiently at his clock again and jumped off the bed to start the day early. To hell with waiting.
Hitoshi impatiently jumps off the bed and begins to start his day. He's just too excited to start something new. Time and space be damned. He thinks it smart to begin slow first, then casually add more strenuous work per day.
He walked out of the shower well suited and prepared for a morning jog around the block. He packed a small kit and reached out for his phone. Hitoshi frowned at the unwanted notification - 7 new messages from Sun Rays.
Why is he awake at this hour? Hitoshi thought. He stared at the screen for a while, reminding himself that he shouldn't be obligated to check or even read any of them, but he did anyway.
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Sun Rays : Why are you up at 4 30? [Sent 4 36 AM]
Sun Rays : Hello? [Sent 4 36 AM]
Sun Rays : Oh... [Sent 4 36 AM]
Sun Rays : I get it... [Sent 4 37 AM]
Sun Rays : You're leaving me on seen again. [Sent 4 38 AM]
Sun Rays : I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS SHINSOU [Sent 4 40 AM]
Sun Rays: Fine. Fuck you, dude. I'm going back to sleep. [Sent 4 42 AM]
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"Such a hypocrite," Hitoshi scoffs as he reads over the time stamp on the others texts.
Hitoshi hobbled downstairs and spotted his father asleep on the couch with a pile of paperwork scattered on the table. He gathered them up and stacked them to the side before watching the steady rise and fall of his old man's chest.
His father hasn't changed much since the divorce. He still drank, and he still had anger issues but he had been trying to work on himself. After Hitoshi got accepted into Yuuei, his old man searched for ways to pay the necessary expenses. It resulted in more debt that worried Hitoshi but his father assured him that he'd pay them off. Money was not a problem if it meant seeing Hitoshi be happy for once.
Hitoshi left him a note and put on the coffee before leaving.
Hitoshi dragged his legs behind him as he walked.
He ran jogged around his block for a good thirty minutes before he felt the burn; and it burned bad. It was like his lungs were on fire and all he could breathe in was ice cold air. His limbs felt like lead with metal rings wrapped around them. He was incredibly out of shape that his body couldn't handle the strain of exercise. His legs felt numb as he walked but tried to rationalize the pain for strength in the future.
As Hitoshi came close to reaching Yuuei's entrance, he slowed to a stop as he saw a large crowd pooling in front of it. He stared at them, curious, but not too much to investigate himself, and tilted his head. Did something happen last night?
An unsuspecting student with messy green locks walked past Hitoshi, completely unaware of the mob in front of them, and was immediately swarmed with questions.
"Is it true All Might is teaching Yuuei this year?"
"Tell us what the Symbol of Peace looks like in front of the class!"
"Is he really as good a teacher as he is a hero?"
"Is he really as handsome in real life as he is on TV?"
"What does he do in his spare time when he's not teaching?"
Hitoshi slowly backed away, not as eager to answer their inquiries as the green haired fool.
He browsed his phone for any alternative entrances, and is surprised to learn that Yuuei only had one all over the campus. The class chat popped on the corner of his screen, and Hitoshi considered sending them a message about the current conditions outside.
Maybe they knew another way in that didn't involve fighting through a crowd of paparazzi.
"Shinsou!" someone shouted, and Hitoshi instinctively looked over. A girl with loosely tied dark green hair and lens like eyes bounced towards him. "Good morning!"
"Kioku."
She smiled at him for recalling her name properly and peeked behind his shoulder. Her eyes dilated to focus at the nearby commotion. "What's going on over there?"
"Don't know, don't want to know. I just want to go inside."
"We're going to be late if they don't move soon. Haven't the teachers done anything?" Kioku wondered out loud.
"Beats me," Hitoshi shrugged. "If they did, I wouldn't be standing here."
Then, the sound of something heavy dropping shut, like metal smashing into another and locking shut snapped their attention towards the gates. Kioku jumped in shock, while Hitoshi frowned.
"I think…" Kioku said while refocusing her eyes at the gate. "Someone tried to get in."
"Well, I wouldn't expect less from the infamous Yuuei barrier," Katagiri said all too knowingly as she hopped off a white Lexus with Kamimura close behind. "Good morning Shinsou, Kioku."
"Good morning Katagiri, Kamimura!"
"The Yuuei barrier?" Hitoshi asked without greeting the two newcomers.
"It's Yuuei's high grade security system. It protects the academy from intruders," Katagiri explained. "If anyone without an identification card walks pass that gate, the whole academy locks down."
"Wouldn't that lock us in inside too?" Kioku said.
"I suppose, if you want to look at it that way," Katagiri hummed. "However, it would still fulfill its original purpose, to keep unwanted people out. It's to keep us students safe, Kioku. I wouldn't be so worried about it."
"Oh, oh… I guess that's understandable, but a full lockdown?"
"Yuuei is one of the top hero schools in Japan too," Katagiri added. "Villains will no doubt try to attack where heroes are most vulnerable. With All Might rumored to be joining the hero staff, we're bound to have a lot of inconveniences like this."
"You sound so sure about that," Hitoshi said.
"It's expected," she answered with certainty. "The Symbol of Peace is in our school, if the students and the press know about that, then surely the villains would too. I'm just glad we're not in heroics to feel the bulk of that pressure."
Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at Katagiri. "I'm not."
"I'm not surprised," Katagiri nodded. "You want to transfer don't you? Best wishes to your dreams then."
Hitoshi hummed, and bashfully accepted the good fortune.
"We should get going," Kamimura reminded them. "I don't want to know what Awaseru-sensei does to tardy students…"
"Shinsou said we should look for another way in," Kioku said.
"We'd only add to the confusion by doing that," Katagiri argued. "We should just go through the gates and be on our way."
"I just saw them maul a student. I'm not going in there," Hitoshi said.
"Isn't your quirk mind control?" Katagiri asked, and Hitoshi nodded. "Then let's use it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't use my quirk like that."
"Like what?"
"For selfish reasons, or to make life easier. Take your pick. I'm not using it," Hitoshi concluded.
Katagiri tilted her head, confounded by Hitoshi's restrictions and sighed. "Well I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. Shall we then?"
"He just said they mauled someone with questions, I don't want my flower crown to get destroyed!" Kamimura cried.
"That won't happen Kami," Katagiri smiled. "All we have to do is ask them politely to let us through, and that we're general students. We're the least of their interest."
She trudged forward and everyone else nervously trailed after her. When the reporters started to crowd around them, Katagiri said as she would and they instantly cleared. No one was interested in them because they're not hero students.
Hitoshi curled his hands into a fist as the gate opened up for them. The crowd spurred alive again as a foul mouthed pomeranian followed after them. Hitoshi looked over his shoulder and spotted a sickly man with grey hair watching them.
He had this dangerous glare in his ruby colored eyes that Hitoshi immediately dismissed from memory. It was probably just some sleep deprived reporter looking for a scoop.
Dim lights flickered in an empty, run down underground bar. There were currently no patrons in the room save for the tall, thin bodied bartender covered in black mist. His jagged yellow streaks for eyes narrowed as his phone rang behind the counter.
He turned off the faucet and placed down the crystal beer glass over the sink. Kurogiri accepted the call and turned on the television set at the corner of the bar.
Static noise filled the room as the old television set hummed to life and flashed the words, "Sound only."
"I was not expecting you to check in so soon," garbled, almost artificial voice asked from the screen. "Have you stumbled on a problem?"
"No," a voice answered from the phone. "I'm still working on the intel. It's not exactly a walk in the park when I'm surrounded by heroes and goody two shoes everywhere."
"True as that may be," the television laughed, amused. "I trust your skills to follow through without difficulty. It's unlike you to second guess, is something bothering you?"
The caller paused and sighed, "It's Shigaraki. He's early."
"Master Shigaraki wanted to scout ahead," the mist answered. "I've advised him to blend in if he wishes to stay longer."
"That's the thing," the voice growled, annoyed, "He's not. If I saw him, then others could too. They'll know. If they suspect even the slightest thing and remember his face, then the plan can –"
"Calm down, young one," the static hummed. "Tomura knows his part. He will not act as careless as you think."
"Sure," the caller drawled, unconvinced. "Like he hasn't done that before."
"You still doubt my successor."
The caller clicked their tongue, "Never, Sensei. It's just that, this is his first big mission. You're giving him the endgame before mini bosses. Once he gets a taste of it, he's never going to stop."
"I expect him to."
"I'm just worried he'd take it personally if he lost. You know how he gets."
"Tomura continues to grow as the rightful heir to my legacy," the static said. "His choices, however misguided, will pave his way to becoming the darkness this world lacks. You and Kurogiri are here to ensure his victories, and to guide him when I cannot. Whatever you have done to prepare for this moment, is all for him."
"Right..." the caller spitefully agreed."Sensei… I know you trust me and all, but what I fail? What if the heroes catch on quicker? The students? And I get caught?"
"I have equal faith in your skills as I do in Tomura. I raised you for this moment. Remember what I've taught you," the static reminded them. "Tread lightly."
"Understood," the caller nodded, before dropping the call. The line goes blank, and the screen goes off immediately after. The bartender's mist danced with the silence of the bar as he returned to cleaning.
Awaseru-sensei entered with an annoyed huff. He was carrying one too many notebooks under his arm from usual, which gathered everyone's attention.
Sensei is a man of habit. A small change in his plans usually sent him out of the loop and desperate to look for balance. His exasperation was nothing new, but the additional book warned them to prepare for some form of news.
"Fucking media," Awaseru-sensei cursed as he drops his stuff on the desk. "I'll be lenient with attendance just this once because of what's happening outside, Tenmei –"
"Fumei and Nagai are still not present, sir!"
"I see," Awaseru-sensei grumbled. "Who's got contacts? Today's announcement requires everyone in attendance and I'd rather not postpone it."
Kuchisake and Hadesu messaged Nagai, while Kureito volunteered Hitoshi.
Hitoshi almost snapped his pen in half when Kureito smiled smugly at him from his seat. Hitoshi wanted to refuse the request, but Awaseru-sensei was adamant on having a completed attendance list by next ten minutes or else - no one wants to figure out what will happen next.
Sad Eyes : Where are you [Sent 8 07 AM]
Sun Rays : Got caught up outside. You? [Sent 8 07 AM]
Sun Rays : Holy shit Present Mic is kicking everyone out. This is so funny. [Sent 8 09 AM]
Sad Eyes : Inside. [Sent 8 10 AM]
Sad Eyes : Sensei's in a hurry. Get in here. [Sent 8 10 AM]
Sun Rays : How the fuck [Sent 8 10 AM]
Sun Rays : You used your quirk didnt you [Sent 8 10 AM]
Sad Eyes: No I didnt. Get here. Now. [Sent 8 11 AM]
Ten minutes later Nagai and Fumei simultaneously appeared from the door looking like they braved through a storm.
Nagai patted down his hair back to its usual style as he hurried unto his seat, while Fumei rushed in with an open Yuuei uniform jacket. Hitoshi noticed that he wasn't wearing the designated polo underneath it. Instead he wore a thin light blue hoodie with the hood hanging out behind him. A hint of gold peeked through the hoodie's collar, making Hitoshi wonder if Fumei wore jewelry today or if he's always had that.
"We've wasted so much time…" Awaseru-sensei groaned. "First order of business! A new student will be joining us today. I don't want another kid under my wing, but Nedzu said he'd pay me double so, Akusa if you please."
The front door slid open and eyes instantly trailed after the new student. A boy with blue hair and black highlights walked in with hunched, tired shoulders. He wore a surgical mask over his face to cover up a nasty looking scar running across the upper left to the lower right of his face. Hitoshi narrowed at the bright red irises scanning around the room.
A white cat nestled atop his shoulders; watching every move the class made. Hitoshi would usually find comfort in cats, but all it did was make him uneasy. It also didn't help that Akusa looked like he just came out from some juvenile facility.
"Go on, introduce yourself," Awaseru-sensei said. Akusa looked around again, and the class held their breath.
"Yo," the boy lazily waved in greeting. "I am Lucien Akusa, your new 'classmate'," he said while making quotation marks on the air. "Before anything else, I want to make a few things clear," he added with a cold, almost authoritative tone as he stood up confidently. "None of you stand on equal grounds with me. I don't plan on making friends, nor do I care about that recommendation for heroics. I have no interest in that, but I will still fight all of you for the top. Things would be pretty boring if I didn't."
Awaseru-sensei pinched the bridge of his nose as everyone gets a faint sense of deja vu. Some eyes awkwardly shift towards Fumei, who was surprisingly silent about his position in class being threathened by the new comer.
"And I thought Fumei was problematic." Hadesu, who was seated in front of Tatsumaki, whispered.
Tatsumaki chuckled as he turned towards Hitoshi and Fumei. "It's like you and Shinsou had a kid. Doesn't want to be friends with anyone, thinks he's better than everyone else? Rings a bell dont it?"
Hitoshi rolls his eyes at the unnecessary comment, while Fumei remained silent. He kept his eyes on Akusa's every move with unbelievable levels of focus and intensity that Hitoshi hasn't seen on him before.
"I know I can be a bit intimidating," Akusa continued. "However, I assure you I can set our differences aside as the better person. I am willing to work with all of you but I will not tolerate any task that puts me in a bad light. What else… Ah! How could I forget? This is Blanksheet," he waved a hand at the cat on his shoulder, who meowed upon hearing its name. "She's a therapy cat. Everywhere I go, she follows."
Nusumi cooed at the adorable white furball and reached out to pat empty air.
"You're not allowed to touch her, and you're most certainly not allowed to touch any of my Dr. Pepper's." The class frowned in mixed confusion as he mentioned the branded cola. Akusa pulled out a can of Dr. Pepper and took a sip.
The class exchanged silent glances as Awaseru-sensei once again sighed at being entrusted with another problematic student. "Do you have anything left to say?" Sensei asked.
"One more thing, teach." He turned his attention back to the class and said with narrowed eyes, "Don't expect pity from me, and do not underestimate me."
Hitoshi heard Fumei scoff beside him, but didn't say anything else. Silence continued to linger in the room, and Awaseru-Sensei clapped.
"A strong introduction for your first day," he said. "Well, on behalf of the class, I'd like to formally welcome you to 1-C. Delighted as we are to have you, I have to warn you about drinking during class. It is prohibited, so keep that away."
Akusa hummed dismissively before doing as asked. He finished his drink and crushed the metal in his hands. He dropped the garbage on the floor where his shadow seemingly ate it up. It raised a few brows of interest in class, and Akusa's eyes sparkled.
He wanted them to notice.
"Secondly," Awaseru-sensei added. "I do not tolerate disrespect in my class. Regardless if it's me or another one of your classmates. If you do that again, I will not hesitate to report you to the Principal Nedzu. Need I remind you of the conditions of your admission?"
Hitoshi raised a curious brow at the warning, and immediately comes to the conclusion that Akusa is not a stand-up guy. Whatever merited him that warning was not something the staff took lightly; and neither should they.
"I'll be careful not to overdo it then," Akusa said.
"Good. Does anyone have questions?"
The class exchanged looks again, a little terrified to ask anything that plagued their minds. Awaseru-sensei scanned through the room and said, "If there's nothing else, then -"
"I have a question," Fumei raised his hand.
"What are you doing?" Tatsumaki hissed in panic as Akusa glared right through him, to glare at the blond sitting behind the former.
"Asking a question," Fumei said and turned to Akusa with an innocent smile. "The mask is neat! I think it's pretty cool. Adds an air of mystery about you, our new secret plus one. What's the story behind it?"
Akusa's eyes glowered, seemingly apprehensive about Fumei's approach with his question.
Everyone was curious about the mask too, but the way Fumei said it, as always ruffled the wrong feathers. Hitoshi glanced at Fumei and saw his lips twitch into a smirk. He's challenging him, and Akusa heard the silent threat loud and clear.
"An accident."
"The cat also for that?"
Akusa didn't answer and merely kept his eyes on Fumei. Blanksheet shifted on top of his shoulders and started to make a low growl.
Tatsumaki shuddered at the feeling of having two powerful men glare through him and abruptly stood up with a hand above his head. "What's your quirk?!"
Fumei clicked his tongue, while Akusa's glare softened as he turned his attention to the green haired boy.
"It's called Black Veil" – Awaseru-sensei sent Tatsumaki a weird thumbs up from the corner, as Akusa continued – "I can control shadows and make me imperceptible -" the class frowned at his choice of words and he sighed. "Invisible. It makes me invisible. I'm still exploring the vast properties of it and so far other than turn invisible, I can control another's shadow and make them concrete. Like puppets."
"That's the same as mine..." Makito mumbled. Her quirk, Shadow, allowed her to control her shadow and make them into objects that can fit on her palms.
"Oh, I assure you that it's not," Akusa snapped. Makito squeaked and immediately apologized while hiding behind her petite hands.
"Alright, alright," Awaseru-sensei said, "I think that's enough questions. Akusa, the seat at the back is yours."
Akusa hopped off the podium and walked the long way around; making sure he passed by Fumei on the way to his seat..
Tatsumaki yelped as he passed by and the new kid paused to stare at Fumei behind him. They keep each other's gaze for a moment until Akusa bent down and whispered, "You'd do well not to test me."
Fumei smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it, Akusa."
Hitoshi frowned at the blond's smile, already familiar with its contradicting aura. The smile itself was innocuous, but it left a bad taste in the mouth that Hitoshi couldn't explain. Until now that is. Fumei's always squinted whenever he smiled, like they were smiling as well. Right now, Fumei kept his eyes open.
Hitoshi tried to understand the intensity shining in his eyes, but couldn't. It was gone as soon as he noticed it, and Fumei leaned back to send Akusa off. "I hope we can be friends," the blond said nonchalantly as he did with Hitoshi.
"Yes," Akusa sneered. "I do sincerely hope that as well." He left for his eat and rested Blanksheet before him. The feline immediately started sniffing around curiously, starting with Shiosai'd scarf, which it pawed at playfully.
Shiosai bit his lip and dared not move.
"Now, finally," Awaseru-sensei said. "We can move on to the next agenda. Electing a class president."
THAT'S SUCH A NORMAL THING TO DO, the class thought in unison.
"Who wants to start?"
Tenmei and Katagiri hands simultaneously shot up into the air. They stared at each other, intrigued at the unforeseen competition.
"Interesting," Awaseru-sensei mumbled. "Anyone else?"
Akusa nominated himself, and Fumei covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. Blanksheet hisses at Fumei again, and the blond oddly attempted to hiss back.
Amidst Fumei's argument with the therapy cat, Kuchisake stealthily nominated Fumei to hopefully teach him responsibility and some proper social skills. Fumei sagged down into his seat, obviously disagreeing.
Kureito and Kioku then raised their hands.
Hitoshi immediately hyper focused on Kureito, who was grinning at him like a madman. He snarled at the pink haired boy to warn him of doing anything stupid, but the latter ignored it. Hitoshi stood by his personal rules, especially for when it is acceptable to use his quirk, but for Kureito, he would gladly make an exception.
"Kioku?" Sensei called the petite girl first.
"I want to nominate Hitoshi Shinsou."
Kureito slapped his desk and howled in cheer. Hitoshi almost breaks his pen in half as he cursed a loud, "The fuck?"
Fumei turned to him shocked and said something to calm him down. It fell into deaf ears as Hiotshi tried to argue the nomination. He didn't mean to react so loudly, or for it to come off as offensive - defensive? He just didn't expect anyone to consider him for an elected office. He didn't even want to be in this class.
"I'm sorry," Kioku apologized. "I just thought you'd do well controlling this class. No pun intended with your quirk I mean." - Okami snorted from her table, calling that pun genius. - "And besides, you're the only one Fumei listens too."
"First of all, I do not listen to Hitoshi Shinsou," Fumei corrected her but nonetheless agreed. "But I do agree with the nominations. Shinsou's collected. He's smart and driven. Sure, he's got a bit of a screw loose with his personality, but his quirk literally lets him control people."
"If you think I'll use my quirk to control people -"
"I just said I didn't," Kioku said. "I'm just think you're a better alternative than… well…" she sat back down, not mentioning any names but Hitoshi saw the way she looked at Akusa.
"If you all you're looking for is someone who can manage the class, then who better than I!" Tenmei shouted. "I took care of this class when we didn't have a president yet."
"While that may be true," Katagiri said. "What we need is a leader. Someone who knows how to logically and best approach a situation. Not someone who stands idly by while someone uses their quirk to get food."
Nusumi gasped Tenmei's face twitched at the gentle reminder.
Katagiri smirked and continued to make her case. "Given your recent history, I believe I am the most qualified."
"You don't think I can make logical decisions on the fly?"
"I do not," Katagiri answered. "However, I would like everyone to take my background of being team captain and President of my middle school's council for heavy consideration. I have better administrative experience than Tenmei - seeing as my family owns a business -" she added quickly, "and can lead you all better than he can."
Tenmei narrowed his eyes at Katagiri and silently conceded, unable to make a better pitch.
Awaseru-sensei rubbed his temples and muttered something about not getting paid enough for this. "Alright, settle down. Can someone pass around the -" Tenmei raised his hand " -that's not Tenmei – the ballot."
Makito volunteered to help administer the election, and tally the votes. After ten minutes, Katagiri held her head high with her victory. Akusa's face twitched at his loss. Tenmei shook in disbelief, while Hitoshi stared at the board in horror.
"Looks like we have a tie," Awaseru-sensei said, amused. "Katagiri is class president, but the vice president remains undecided between Tenmei and Shinsou."
Katagiri walked over to the podium and addressed the class. "I have two proposals. We can either have another round of ballot between them or –"
"A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!" Nagai slammed his hands on his table and laughed maniacally. Okami joined in agreement earning them a disgruntled look from the newly elected representative.
"FOUL!" Tenmei shouted. "I WILL LOSE TO HIM IN A HEARTBEAT."
"Or," Katagiri said. "One of you concedes."
Tenmei admirably walked up to Hitoshi, who had grown completely silent throughout the entire ordeal.
"Do you really want this?" Tenmei asked him sincerely.
"I, uh –" Hitoshi stammered. He's usually more composed than this, but everything was happening too fast for him to process and make a decision. "I don't–"
Tenmei leaned closer, and Hitoshi backed away almost like protecting himself. He's taller than Tenmei, but now that Hitoshi knew how much the former can lift, he'd rather not take his chances.
"Why not have two representatives?" Shanti wondered. "They both seem perfect for the job."
Katagiri gaped. "You can't mean... Sensei!" – Awaseru-sensei jumped for like the 10nth time this hour – "Are we allowed to do that?"
Sensei skimmed through his handbook and shook his head. "There's no rule stating why that can or can't be done. All it says is that it's mandatory for every class to elect representatives."
"Well then, all in favor of a shared position," she started with her own hand raised, and the class followed suit.
"All right. Show of hands for Tenmei as internal representative?" Majority of the class raised their hands. "Then that settles it! Tenmei will be acting as vice president inside the class, while Shinsou will be handling outside affairs. Good election everyone!"
The class cheered and Hitoshi buried himself in his arms, completely ignoring Tenmei's outstretched hand.
What has he gotten himself into?
A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter! It's pretty much fueled by the flaming hands of inspiration and I just kept writing. We finally have a glimpse of the spy, and welcome new comer Lucien Akusa who is owned by iMayBeACatLover. Some characters may feel a bit off because of this adrenaline; especially Shinsou and Tenmei. I would really love to hear what you all think of the story and the characters right now. It would greatly fuel this writing power in my hands.
AAAAAAA. I posted 3 chapters in a week, hopefully this is enough to satisfy you readers before I inevitably disappear again for the next 5 months. Till then, Sushi out.