Title: 逃げる手 - The Hand That Bleeds
Rating: T
Summary: "I don't want to be a Hero. I want to be a Healer. My Quirk is made for healing, like my mom's, not fighting so I train to fight like a Hero to be a Healer. I want to help others to the best of my abilities." Hisoka Matsushita, raised by her mother and who never knew her father, never could quite understand where the path she would eventually take would lead her to.
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Chapter 8
To A Cookie
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 7, 20XX
On the bus, Fumikage had kept Hisoka with him, her body over his as he had rested her head on his shoulder. He had chosen to sit in the very back, having gotten glances from a few of the students that had inquired about his friend's state of health. He had told them this would happen if she used too much of her Quirk. It could take a toll on her body if she wasn't careful.
Power did come with prices after all.
He had made sure that she had not slipped from his grasp the whole way, making a bit of small talk with their newest friend - Tsuyu and somehow that little pervert had been civil enough.
He chose to ignore more or less the conversations within the bus, more focused on making sure his friend would sleep. The passing scenery helped a bit to pass the time before they had arrived at the school. From how the sun was beginning to set and the golden glow it emitted, the day was long for everyone.
"We're here at U.A., students!" The bus driver said, opening the door when the bus came to a halt.
They all got off the bus and headed to walk in, making their way to the changing room silently. He had changed back to his uniform, gathering up his supplies silently. He was glad he had chosen to bring everything there as to not have to go back to the classroom - even more so when he had prompted to have Hisoka do the same. He waved to the ones who said goodbye as he made his way out.
Turning right, he stopped near a set of doors. He waited silently near the female's changing room, back leaning against the wall on the opposite side with his arms crossed over his chest. He slipped his eyes closed, sighing deeply.
Fumikage was exhausted.
This whole ordeal zapped his energy as the adrenaline rush had he from his first Villain battle wore off a while ago. He felt like he wanted to fall asleep then and there, but he knew better than to do so - there were too many things to do now. He had to make sure they got home first though.
Perking up when the door opened, out came Tsuyu holding a still seeping Hisoka now in her uniform. He was glad when the female had volunteered to help with that part. (Fumikage would rather not be labeled as a pervert by his female classmates.) Behind her, Uraraka came with Hisoka's bag. The brown-haired girl gave him a small smile, handing him the bag to slip over his shoulder.
"Thank you," he said, voice full of gratitude to the two as Tsuyu handed over Hisoka to him. His tense body relaxed knowing the other was safe and by his side once more.
"It's no problem, we're friends after all," Uraraka exclaimed, smile widening. "Hisoka-chan stayed asleep the whole time!"
Fumikage nodded, his grip tightening ever so slightly. He figured that.
"We will see you soon then." He nodded to the two before walking off, not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.
The two watched them leave before looking at each other. Uraraka had gone the opposite way, wanting to check up on her friend in the infirmary so Tsuyu followed her lunch companions. She figured Midoriya would be fine. They both walked in comfortable silence all the way until they made it to the front entrance.
"Be safe," Fumikage told Tsuyu when they stopped off to the right. They made sure not to block other students leaving. He knew she could take care of herself but still, he worried. (He would get grey hair from Hisoka by the time he was eighteen, he just knew it.)
Tsuyu answered, "I will," nodding. She glanced at the still sleeping Hisoka. "How long will she stay like that?
"For a few more hours than Hisoka will need to eat," he explained, "She'll be better after that."
"How many times has this happened?"
"Too many to count..." He muttered, glancing to the side.
"She's a handful," Tsuyu said, amusement alight in her eyes.
He nodded.
That was an understatement.
Location: Living Room, Hisoka's and Fumikage's Apartment, Third Floor, Sunrise Apartments, Eastern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 8, 20XX
Hisoka felt like she had been hit by a three-ton moving truck that proceeded to go down a cliff, crashing into a massive field of cacti dripping with lemon juice and decorated with rusty, dull razor blades. Then proceeded to move on that path for years! To put it in simple terms, her body ached, and she hated it when this happened. But she would not complain. Well, out loud that is.
Mentally?
She was all for that.
Still.
She knew this would happen, especially with how much blood she gave. Experience was the best learning tool for her.
It had been early into the night when she had awakened the other day, Fumi coming in with food just at that moment. She had guessed what happened by the look her friend was giving her. An hour later and it felt like her ear was going to fall off. She always hated to make Fumi - or anyone for that matter - worried.
She had to be more careful.
She would need to come up with something. But she could do that later, for now, it was time for the usual call of the week between them and their families. As they sat at their table, a small round machine was in front of them. Exchanging a glance with Fumi, she pressed the middle button and it lit up blue, a hologram screen popping up, a calling symbol tittering back and forth as they waited. On the second ring, the blue tint changed to the image of their families.
Hisoka's mom was on the right as Fumi's parents appeared on the left.
"Hi-chan! Fu-chan! What happened?!" Haru exclaimed, voice stinging in the teen's ears. The glasses-wearing woman's face was near the screen and try all her might would not be able to faze through it like she wanted to do. Haru's brown eyes peered down at her daughter. "Why are you hurt?! Was it training? Are you being bullied?! Do you need me to come over and talk to them?! I will do that! You know I will! You know what! Don't say anything! Don't move! I'm coming over right now!"
Hisoka rubbed her ear, grimacing a bit when her mother saw the bit of bruising on her forehead and the bandage on her cheek. Fumi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his father did the same. They watched as Haru was manhandled by his mother to sit back down, the woman getting berated by her oh how she couldn't just up and leave everything all of the sudden as well as to let them explain first.
"Bu-But!" Haru muttered, head lowered as she was lifted by the shadow bird, the back of her green sweater gripped within their beak.
Tsuki Tokoyami said firmly, hands on her hips, "No buts." Her red eyes narrowed before the woman cowed and sat back down grumbling.
Haru crossed her arms over her chest, still feeling the beak attached to her sweater.
Mizuki Tokoyami sweat drop, deciding to better stay out of this. He stroked the back of his feathers tiredly, beak clipping silently before looking back at his son. When their eyes connected, they nodded to each other. He was glad that everything was okay now. Something was bound to happen and that was what exactly, the children explained, did.
The Villain Alliance?
Haru stared at the children, staying silent as they continued to recount as much as they could to the parents.
Hisoka looked at her mother with worry. The look in her eyes made something twist in her gut. She knew her mother's past wasn't the best - some parts sketchy enough that she knew her mother would never tell her - and knew that she tried her best to make up for some things she had done with the things she does now. Her father was a part of that past.
Had it something to do with that Villain Alliance?
It made her worry even more. Worry that she kept to herself - that passed as the families continued to talk with one another - exchanging stories of things happening in their hometown and the news of friends being made from their classmates - until it was late in the evening. Fumi and Hisoka waved goodbye once the clock hands had turned passed the time of six-thirty. The line went dead, the hologram turning off.
Hisoka let out a tired sigh, closing her eyes as she leaned forward. She rested her head on her arms, closing them around her. That could have gone better. Fumi laid his head on the table as well. Turning her head, they locked eyes.
Even when they had explained, that night the news had provided coverage on the incident at the USJ, and the class had gotten a bit of screen time for a few seconds. Some might have liked that sort of exposure, but to her, she could care less.
"Take out?" Hisoka offered, giving him a small smile. She did not feel like cooking tonight.
"Take out," he agreed, nodding.
Location: Unknown, Somewhere in Japan
Date: April 8, 20XX
Red eyes stared at the TV screen, a grin widening as the news anchor babbled on about whatever was deemed important enough to report before it turned to another news reporters. They sharpened their knives, bits of sparks alighting the dark room. As the babbling news reporter continued, they switched to the Villain attack on a class of students at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. They showed pictures of the students they held, a list of names appearing underneath the images.
Thuck!
Just as they were nearing the last of the students, a knife hit the screen, the hilt sticking out of the television. The image glitched, playing over and over in a loop as the sound warped until there wasn't any.
The person neared it, placing a hand on the broken glass over the glitching image of a female in a school uniform. They would never be stupid enough to have the students in their Hero Costumes on screen with their name at the same time.
Oh, no.
That wouldn't do. Not at all. That was just calling for a killing.
They grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the screen's sparse light. Pupils dilated as they stared at the female student.
"You..."
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: April 10, 20XX
Monday rolled around when they returned to school, and to their surprise, they each found a small bag of cookies on each desk. No one had known that Hisoka made sure to get there first - even before both Todoroki-san and Yaoyorozu-san and they got there early too. Hisoka sat at her desk, Fumi munching on his own batch of cookies as she watched students slowly treck their way into the classroom.
The day before, Hisoka had become a bit stressed and so baked something to calm herself down. She made more than she thought and came up with the idea to make cookies for everyone - Fumi wouldn't have been able to eat them all even if he wanted to. (And he tried to too. A stomach ache was the result of that.) When some of them ate them, they seemed to like them, yet Bakugo-san exploded his for some reason.
She thinks.
Who knows.
All she heard was an explosion behind her when she was talking a bit with Kirishima-san - he figured it on that she had made them. She was not going to question it. Her neighbor to the right - Sato-san - asked how she made the cookies. He honestly looked interested in what was in them. So, she explained, and he even offered a few tips. He definitely knew what he was talking about.
Well, it looked like there were two cooks in the class.
Hisoka would have to swap recipes sometime.
It was not long before Aizawa-sensei surprisingly turned up to class, albeit covered from head to toe in bandages. He staggered into class, hunched over as he made his way to stand behind the front desk.
Was he really all right?
Hisoka bit her bottom lip, a hand clenching over her other one, fingers playing with one another. She froze when her teacher's gaze landed on her, the message in his eyes clear to not even think of it.
She lowered her gaze as the bandaged man spoke, "Don't concern yourselves over me. After all, the battle hasn't really ended for you yet."
"Fight?" Hisoka mumbled, frowning. Were there more Villains they had to face?
He then gave them a serious look, his eyes piercing through the gap of bandaging. "The U.A. Sports Festival is approaching, boys and girls."
Oh, yeah... This was a school. There was bound to be something 'normal' if that was you what could call it. (It wouldn't ever be, Hisoka knew that, but she could dream. Maybe. She was training to be a Heroine, after all.)
"Wait, hold up! That sounds like something Villains would try to infiltrate, isn't it? Will we be alright!?" Denki asked, worry filling his voice.
"On the contrary; since we're going ahead with the festival, it means the school is confident that it has all its ducks in a row when it comes to a crisis control now. I hear police presence will be five times bigger than normal, for example," Sensei told them. "What you should be thinking about is... what a huge chance the Academy's Sports Festival presents for you all. This isn't some event that'll be brought to a halt by the likes of Villains."
Would it be like the one they had in middle school but bigger? Would they be allowed to use their Quirks? Ah. What a stupid question. Of course, they'd be allowed to use them. This wouldn't be the top Hero Performing Academia if it wasn't.
"Our Sports Festival is one of Japan's biggest events!" Sensei elaborated. "In days past, the 'Olympics' was the event that whipped all the nation into a froth of enthusiasm! But now, as you know, the extent and population have shrunk, and it's lost a lot of substance. So, what has now taken the place of the Olympics in Japan is the U.A. Sports Festival!"
"The country's top Heroes are all sure to be watching us!" Yaoyorozu-san declared. "It's because they'll be scouting us!"
"She's right! After graduating, I think I'll follow the tactic of going sidekick for a Pro Hero's squad," Kaminari-san said with a thumbs up.
"That's true but there are loads of people who get stuck as sidekicks forever and miss their chance to break out as a solo Hero," Jiro-san pointed out. "And you seem like just that kind of dumbass, Kaminari."
"Eh?!" He held a stupefied look at the female, eyes wide like a begging puppy. Little did he know, he would be the end to many, if not all, jokes she had.
The class snorted.
"Naturally, entering the squad of a famous Hero will get out higher status and more experience," their sensei said, gaining back control of the class. "Remember, time is limited. If you get noticed by a Pro, that gives you the standing for a brighter future than otherwise. This is the chance you'll get only once a year... A total of three chances. If you aim to be a Hero, this is an event you can't overlook!"
The bell rang.
"Understood?" He demanded, eyes narrowing at them.
"Yes, sir!" The class said.
"Very well then, class is dismissed," he said, grumbling to himself as he walked out to leave the classroom.
Hisoka stood as her classmates mingled a bit with each other, coming up with plans on what they were going to do for their training and speculations on what was going to happen during the Sports Festival. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a small bag filled with cookies and called out to her sensei just as he made it outside.
"What?" He hissed, looming over her.
Hisoka was not fazed, holding up the treats to him. He blinked slowly, the gift unexpected.
"I made too many and had extra," Hisoka explained, placing the bag of cookies in the crook of his arms since he was unable to take them because of the casts around them. "I am glad you are doing all right." She offered a small smile before bowing her head and heading back, unaware of the intense gaze her sensei held, watching her go back into the classroom.
Author's Note: There was never any info giving about Fumikage's parents or family, so I made up names for them. I made it, so he got his bird head feature from his dad and his quirk from his mom. ^^ Their names: Mizuki and Tsuki. Simple names that I think work well with each other. Tsuki means moon while Mizu means water and the 'ki' is just a normal add on to the name in Japan.
Well then, the U.A. Sports Festival Arc has officially begun. ^^ Yaaa. What will happen? Who knows. Who knows~! What would you like to see happen?
I've made another picture! Check it out! (Just take out the spaces and the links should work.)
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