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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Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia. Boku no Hero Academia is written and illustrated by Kōhei Horikoshi-sensei. No profit was made in the writing of this fanfic.

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Now To Answer Some Reviews:

Setsuna-Ryu13- Hey! I was wondering where you went to! Glad to see you are well. A bummer on the connection lost - I hate it when that happens especially when I'm writing and want to save them bam! So much work - like almost a whole chapter lost at one point! Anyway, good to see you again! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

AubreyKuwata- Oh. Cool. Fan art? Cool too. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Lightly- I'm sure you'll like DeviantArt - there's a whole lot of OCs on there I know you'd love to check out! (If you have not already!) Yup, Hisoka's Quirk is just a mix of the two and the healing Quirk is like dominate trait (like with hair color or skin type in some families) in her family - it appearing in some form with each generation if that makes any sense. The memory: Yeah it could be that or something else. Anything could happen after all. I am glad your New Year's was good too. ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

zerom1v- That's wonderful. I am glad to hear it and I hope you will have a good 2018 as well! ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Ender the multiverse Detective- Here's the next 'very good' chapter! Glad to be of service! Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Vedahzii- Yaaaaa! It's Shinsou actually. ^^ Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

nene9131- A member for team Fumikage, huh. Welp, let's see where things take up and we'll see how it all turns out. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.

Chapter 12

To Smile

Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: April 30, 20XX

Hisoka felt eyes on her, wondering what she was going to do. Ojiro-san and Shoda-san from 1-B already gave their reasons for why they didn't want to participate. She was on their team, after all.

Surely, she would feel the same as them.

She did.

Surely, she would see what they were saying.

It was true. Hisoka did agree with them - she understood their reasons for giving up a chance like this. It was not right for them to move on when they barely did any work as others had put they're all into it but could not make it to the end.

Yet there was something more.

Her bangs made a shadow that covered her eyes, arms crossed over her chest before she slowly lifted her head. She had thought about it before - it had been a clever tactic for the boy to use his Quick as he had but she had her own pride. She wanted to show that as well.

People around her looked at the determined gleam in her eyes before the light brownness it gave hardened to a darker color - something akin to the darkening of the sky - as their gaze pierced the baggy-eyed kid not far from her, only for him to look away.

She turned and looked at Midnight, eyes borrowing into one another. The elder woman's expression was unreadable, but her eyes showed something akin to understanding.

"What innocent words, my incredibly naive little boys," she said as she rose her whip and cracked it with a smile on her face. "I like them! I accept Shoda's and Ojiro's resignation! You're withdrawn! However, that gives two empty slots that need to be filled. They will be participants of the team that got fifth place, Team Kendou..."

But they gave up their spot to another team - the two were replaced by Tetsutetsu-san and Shiozaki-san, entering before the matchups were decided.

Ojiro-san glanced at her but Hisoka only looked forward as the screen changed from the names being question marks to each of the sixteen advancing forward. Hisoka stood strong, the look in her eyes showed that nothing could bring down the fortress she built. There was no going back then. The girl caught his gaze and Ojiro-san could only offer her a shaky smile - gulping silently because of the slightly embarrassing (to him anyway) cheerleader outfit she had on - and she offered him a nod before she went back to see who she was up against.

He turned to look as well, and his eyes widened.

Was it fate?

Had it been just a coincidence?

Was there something that had rigged the drawing?

Or was it just meant to be?

Hisoka was in the fifth match and her opponent was... Shinsou Hitoshi.

Her eyes roamed over the board of names - gasps and cheers all around her as students started to see who they were up against. It would seem that Hisoka could very well fight against Fumi - the sixth match - or even Yaoyorozu-san. Depending on how things went, she would end up fighting against one classmate.

There was no way she could be losing.

"Hisoka Matsushita..." A mutter resounded behind her, "Maybe it was fate for us to be pitted against each other after all."

Hisoka turned and stared straight into purple eyes - the blankness in each of them determined to outwit the other. Shinsou Hitoshi. He was lanky, towering over her just as almost everyone else did, and the bags under his eyes were a prominent feature that drew attention to how dark they were.

"Oi-" Fumi began, not liking the closeness of the other boy before he froze, paling at the sight. He... He had seen it before and he never liked seeing it on her. Fumi blinked, his nails biting into the skin of his forearm.

Hisoka tilted her head, an eye-closed, bright smile directed up at him. Hitoshi-san stepped back, blinking at the suddenness of the grin before he saw the true intent that that expression gave not a second later. A scowl quickly formed to cover his surprise, clicking his tongue before he stuffed his hands in his pant's pockets, walking away. When she had looked around, a few of her classmates had backed away a bit when they had seen the uncharacteristic smile on her. Blinking, they saw that her usual stoic expression was back and the air lightened up.

"Let's enjoy the Recreation Events!" Present Mic exclaimed, pumping a fist to raise the morale of the crowd.

And that was that.

Hisoka glanced at her classmates, the females huddling together as they spoke - something about cheering for their class along with the American cheerleaders during the Recreation Events - when they glanced at her.

"Hisoka-chan. Hisoka-chan!" Ashido-san bounced over to her, grinning as she shook her pompoms. "Come and cheer with us!"

Hisoka shrugged. "I'm... going to get some rest before my fight. Sorry," she uttered, shaking her head before she walked off through the opening to head over to Class 1-A's waiting room. Hisoka decided that she would stay out of the Recreation Events as well.

Some rest would be nice.

But first, she wanted to change into more comfortable clothes.

Location: Right Outside Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: April 30, 20XX

Hisoka looked up at the boy in the large tree, eyes closed as he breathed softly as he rested his back against the dark brown bark of the thick trunk. Fumi lowered his head, eyes opening a smidge when she moved closer towards him.

"Hey..." She said, climbing up the tree until she was on the branch nearly right under him.

He answered back, "Hey."

"I have food. Want some?" Hisoka offered, holding up a wrapped bento. She saw him nod, Kuro popping out from the shadow Fumi made and grabbed the bento, as Fumi had leaned over, lowering his hand into her outstretched one. Connecting them, he helped lift her up to the branch he was on. It was large enough for the both of them to sit shoulder to shoulder, their hands still clasped together. Kuro had set the bento on their legs before she untied it easily with her free hand, opening the lid for them to see the snacks.

They munched on the small food in silence, Hisoka feeding some to the shadow-shaped bird who happily took whatever food she had out. Except for vegetables, especially broccoli - he was just as meticulous as Fumi was picky when it came to the greens. It had always made her chuckle. Good thing she'd found ways to cook the greens into the food. What he could not notice was good.

The silence went on - they had quite a long wait before the fight would begin later that afternoon - and the food was finished. Hisoka laid her head on his shoulder, eyelids drooping slowly. She felt his head rest on top of hers.

"You're angry," Fumi said, breaking the silence.

"Not as much as I was before, but yes, I am."

"That boy did something."

"He did."

"You're fighting against him too."

"I want to punch him in the face."

"Don't hurt him too much."

"I'll try not to."

"If each of us wins, we will have to fight each other." He lifted his head.

She looked up at him. "I will win this bet."

Fumi smirked, snorting. "Yeah, like that'll happen. You'll be the one who will have to listen to me." Kuro bobbed his head in agreement.

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed, "Wow, who knew you had such an ego. It looks like I will have to kick you down a peg."

"With what? You're so small. You'd barely be able to make me flinch," he teased, eyes filling with amusement at the sight of Hisoka's puffed cheeks.

"Bastard," she grumbled. He knew she disliked being called small. She was fun sized!

Fun sized...

Hisoka huffed, rolling her eyes again as the other grinned, chuckling as both continued to try and tease the other out.

Location: Sports Festival Stadium, North Side of U.A. High School Campus, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

Date: April 30, 20XX

Before they had all noticed, the start of the tournament arrived. Cementoss had been the one who had to make the arena - the area where the Cavalry Battle had been held was now covered by a giant fighting arena. Flames shot up high into the air, giving an all too cool effect as both contenders walked out from their respective entrances.

Fights had been fought - each having a winner and a loser - and before Hisoka knew it, her fight had come along.

"Let's get ready to RUMMMBBBLLLEEE!" She heard Present Mic as he popped up on the giant screen, quickly switching to a two way split screen showing off the two contenders for the fifth fight. On the left was Hitoshi Shinsou, who looked ready for this to be over with, if that yawn of his said anything. On the right was Hisoka, looking bored but ready with a single hand on the dagger strapped to her preapproved belt version 2.0. It was one that had no medical bag - something she was unable to use during the one-on-one fights. "First! The wallflower who seems to have a look as sharp as a blade - Hisoka Matsushita from the Hero Course! And her opponent! Hitoshi Shinsou from General Studies, who hasn't really done anything to stand out yet."

Hisoka stepped onto the arena, calmly looking at the boy yards away from her. It was time and she was ready.

"You already know the rules here, either immobilize your opponent or force them out of the riiing! Cementoss is still here in case things get bad! Yeah!"

The boy's face was the essences of calm. "'I give up', eh?" Hisoka raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Did you get that, Hisoka Matsushita? This event is a battle to test the strength of our determination..." The flames he stood by created strong shadows across his body, accenting the now hard look he was giving her, as they roared up to the sky. "If I have a fervent desire for the 'future' then fears don't matter.

"Ready..."

"And still that monkey keeps talking nonsense about his stupid dignity... To throw away an opportunity like this so easily..."

"...Let the sixth match..."

"Unlike you. You seem to get it. This opportunity. Don't you think he's the biggest idiot that you've ever seen?"

"...BEGIN!" Present Mic shouted.

Her hair shadowed her eyes, Hisoka's expression unknown to anyone - the thin line her lips pressed together seen by the other boy.

"Matsushita isn't moving an inch!? It is like she's frozen in time! Could it be Shinsou's Quirk at play?! Even though he hasn't made any impression at all up until now, could it be that he's that scary!?" Present Mic explained. (Hisoka ignored the rest of the drama the Pro Hero was trying to make - she had the fight to focus on.)

Scary?

No, far from that. The fear she felt from him was like a gang of street kittens or a swarm of butterflies compared to them.

She could hear his taunts - wanting to create some rile out of her. But Hisoka would not allow her to do that. She would be calm. She would not give in.

He had his reasons for what he was doing.

She had her own.

Looking up, she saw the dull eyes of the male glow with anger. He tried to make her speak - taunting her about her family, her friends, her 'blessed' Quirk, herself - anything to make move at her as he moved closer to her.

"Say something, why don't you?!" Shinsou hissed, his hands tightening into fists.

He stood his ground, freezing when she smiled at him. Hisoka walked calmly to him, her arms hanging by her side. She did not have to fight him to win. She would walk towards him. Completely normal, like walking to school. He tried to gore her into talking again as she moved closer. Shinsou charged forward, letting loose a right hook.

"There was no gateway to success here for me, not with this Quirk! Not like someone blessed like you, would never understand!"

Hisoka sunk her weight between her knees, her legs sliding into a wide stance before rotating her body counterclockwise as she shifted more weight onto her forward leg to dodge the first punch. She raised up her arm to firmly block the second he had coming before sweeping her free arm to punch him in the face.

He was right.

She was blessed. There were many people out there that helped her. But she understood - in a way.

Shinsou growled, glaring at her. "Spit something out goddammit!"

Hisoka dashed forward only to jump back when he tried to kick her. She decided to move in close. She stared straight into his eyes, (the faint sense of loneliness hidden by the wall he built up evident) as she took a punch to her side as she gripped onto his shoulders.

She knew the feeling that she had caught in his eyes.

But...

Hisoka turned her body around, gripping his arm then as she pulled them towards her, causing his balance to be thrown off, she bent over, pulling him with her. She flipped him straight over her back, high into the air, as he dropped onto his back, the wind knocked out of him. Hisoka took the chance, not letting Shinsou get a grip on himself, to grab onto his shirt and swung. Moving her body, she wrapped herself around him like a snake, covering his eyes with one hand as the other moved to hold onto his neck. Her legs joined together to lock and disable the use of his arms, and his legs flopped uselessly to the ground.

She could not loose there.

"Shinsou's out!" Midnight shouted, one the boy's feet tapped the ground outside the white line that was used as the perimeter of the fighting area. "Matsushita! You advance to Round Two!"

At that, Hisoka released her grip on him and stood staring down at Shinsou. "I've said it before..." she began, eyelids lowering. "It does not matter where you're from..." She picked him up by the shirt, hoisting the surprised boy up easily as she added, "... or what Quirk you have, anyone can be a Hero."

He looked away, stepping back as Present Mic broadcasted, "Yah-hah! Clap your hands and give these two a round of applause! You both fought well!"

They were given a round of applause as Shinsou turned, head bent.

"Shinsou..." Hisoka called out causing him to top stop mid-step. "I know you will become a Hero one day." She turned and walked away, not hearing the mumble coming from the other. A soft smile played on her lips as she walked through the opening of the entrance.

Glancing up, Hisoka saw Fumi waiting there as she passed him. Their hands tapped against each other.

"You better not lose."

"Understood," he said, looking forward before he walked away, his name called as a single to enter so the next match could begin.

She smiled to herself, knowing he would.

Author's Note: Wanna know something? Shinsou was supposed to be in Tsuyu's place during the Entrance Exam! Yah, I had it all planned out and everything - Shinsou was even going to be a possible love candidate but some things happened, and it never got to that point again after Tsuyu bumped into the picture. Sigh... How things go. He would have totally used his Quirk on Hisoka to keep her in check if she went on a healing rampage... Heh. Then a fight between Fumi and Shinsou would have occurred at some point - something to do with Hisoka I am sure of it - if I'd made him gain feelings for Hisoka. How interesting that'd be.

Hmm...

Well, who knows what can happen. ^^

Also, I've updated/added info to Hisoka's profile (like clearing up on her Quirk some more and updating a bit more on her history plus more!). If you want to hop over and check it out that'd be cool. Here, I'll even leave a link again! I've also drawn Cheerleader! Hisoka~! She looks so cute! (Just remove the spaces.)

Profile: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Matsushita-Hisoka-Boku-No-Hero-OC-708204172

Cheerleader Image: nightmarezanez._deviantart._com/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Cheerleader-725409046