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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Prince- Ah, mmmkay. Who knows what Tsuyu is planning... She has a mind of her own and she'll get what she wants eventually. ^^ A silly frog pattern swimsuit~. Heh heh heh... Thanks for the suggestion but who knows what will happen here. You'll just have to read the chapter to find out~. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 29
To The End-of-Term Exam
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: June 26, 20XX
Monday.
The start of a week.
The countdown to something else...
"That's it for class today," Aizawa-sensei said, stacking papers on his desk. "I'm sure you're all studying constantly, right?" He waited for a response as he gave a bland look at his class. "You need to be sure to keep training; the written test is only one element." A slight sadistic grin morphed on his lips as he said before leaving the room, "There's the practical portion you have to worry about as well. Good luck. You'll need it." With a blunt yawn, he left and closed the door behind him.
Ah yes...
The End-of-Term exam.
There was one week left of June and until the term ended; those at the bottom of the class were starting to get stressed out about it. Well, with the promise of 'remedial hell' hanging over their heads Hisoka would be too, especially with Aizawa-sensei teaching it. But she wasn't all that worried, being fine with how her grades were and with her ranking fifth on the mid-term.
Fumi was tenth, average, and right where he liked it. Everyone else in her little study group grades would have been lower if not for all their get-togethers.
"I haven't studied at all..." Kaminari-san said with a groan as he leaned over his desk. "With the Sports Festival and workplace experience and everything I never stopped to study!" He carded through his blond hair in frustration as Ashido-san stood beside him, seemingly without a care in the world but you could see the stress lines on her face.
"Indeed," Fumi couldn't help but agree.
Hisoka nodded. "True."
"Man, the fact there's also a practical test exercise is really tough, huh?" Mineta-san said with a smirk from his desk.
Ashido-san and Kaminari-san both groaned and glared at him. Ashido-san pointed at the smallest member in their class. "I thought you were one of us!"
"Isn't a guy like you supposed to be an idiot to make you more likable?!" Kaminari-san demanded from Mineta-san.
"Oh, I dunno. The whole world." Mineta-san was promptly ignored.
"Ashido! Kaminari! Le… Let's do our best!" Midoriya-san spoke with sincerity as he stood near Todoroki-san's desk at the back with Iida-san. Everyone was wearing their summer uniform and the feeling of a soon approaching camp was getting everyone buzzed with excitement. "I mean... I want to go to the lodge alongside everyone! Right!?" He asked, looking at the two with big grins.
"Yeah!" Iida-san said, chopping the air.
"If you just attend classes normally then you won't get a failing grade," Todoroki-san said with a sigh as he looked at the overzealous group of students.
Kaminari-san gripped his chest, gasping out like he was in pain, "Mind your words!" They were saved by Yaoyorozu-san and her offer. Her failing friends cried out in joy at the prospect of studying with her.
Hisoka glanced up and Tsuyu smiled at her. With the tilt of her head, she asked, "What is it?"
"Midoriya-chan wants us to eat with him in the lunchroom."
"Really?"
She nodded before pulling at her short sleeve. "C'mon."
Hisoka allowed herself to be dragged from her seat. It wasn't like it'd make much difference from eating in the classroom. When she glanced at her childhood friend to see if he was coming, he was standing with a few of their other classmates. He nodded to her to go ahead. With a nod back, she grabbed her bento and followed Tsuyu to the lunchroom.
Location: Cafeteria, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: June 26, 20XX
The two of them sat at the same table as Midoriya-san, Iida-san, and Todoroki-san on one said and with Uraraka-san on the other side. Fumi had decided to sit with some of the other boys from class, it seemed. Well, at least he was making more friends!
The topic of discussion was, of course, their opinions on the upcoming test.
Hisoka picked up her chopsticks, blocking the pair from Todoroki-san who tried to seize a sweet egg - No one got that. That was hers and hers alone - and began to eat. She was unable to stop Tsuyu from taking a bit of her leftover beef from last night.
Midoriya-san had a bowl of katsudon in front of him that he ate with relish. "The content of the test for all the normal subjects is totally within the scope of our lessons, so we can still pull it off somehow... But... It's scary that we don't know what will be on the practical test exercise," he said with a thought.
Iida-san said with a nod as he ate his curry, "Nothing too wild, I would think."
"We can still pull it off, the normal subjects tests, sure can..." Uraraka-san muttered before chuckling. "I'm so glad we were able to do all that studying. I don't think I'd feel as ready as I do now if we didn't."
"It's a good we did it early, then. Aizawa-sensei said it'd be an overall summary of what we did this semester," Hisoka commented between bites.
"Yeah, but he didn't tell us anying else aside from that," Tsuyu said with a croak.
Uraraka-san picked up her bowl of soup while her chopsticks stuck themselves into her steamed white rice. "He had us face the Trials of Battle and Rescue, and the rest was just basic training."
"Studying for the test, plus keeping our physical strength in tip-top condi-OOOW!" Midoriya-san's words were cut off, and everyone turned to look at the person who did it with a glare. An elbow had connected with the back of his head; he looked behind him, rubbing the bruised area.
"Ahh, my bad, your head's so big I ended up whacking you upside it," came an obnoxious voice sarcastically.
Hisoka tilted her head, wondering how sharp her chopsticks had to be in order to stab someone with them. Did you know if you stab a chopstick in the ear you could make direct contact with the brain?
Sticking it right in with enough force, it'd be a direct kill.
It'd hurt a lot.
Well, that was what she'd read in one of the books during her... capture. (They were buried deep in her closet wrapped in a tattered red cloth. She would not allow others to lay eyes on them. It was best... for everyone.)
Hisoka took another bite to calm herself, noting her knuckles were turning white the harder she gripped the two long pieces of plastic. She had to forcefully relax her grip before the others noticed.
Uraraka exclaimed heatedly, "The Class B kid! Uhhh… Monoma! Whaddya think you're doing!"
"You encountered the Hero Killer, I heard!" Hisoka froze mid-bite at his words, brown-red eyes slowly looking up at the boy, knuckles slowly going white again. "The ways in which you've been basking in the spotlight have multiplied since the sports festival, haven't they class A? Only the attention you're grabbing isn't out of expectation; the attention you're grabbing is in the form of trouble," the boy said with a hateful gaze as he looked down at them with a grin.
She blinked when she felt a cold chill coming from Todoroki-san, eyes returning to normal.
"Man, so scary! One day we might get wrapped up in the trouble you lot call from out of the woodworks, and then we'll get hurt! So scary, I-PWAH!"
"That's not funny, don't tease them. Don't you know what happened to them all?" A familiar girl appeared from behind Monoma and thwacked him on the back of his neck to cut him off.
"Sorry 'bout that, class A. This kid's heart is, well... You know how it goes," she said as she looked to Midoriya-san with a smile.
Iida-san said in greeting, "Kendou!"
"Anyway, earlier I heard you say that you didn't know the End-of-Term exam. Actually... I've been told it'll be like the entrance exam. That is, a battle simulation against those fighting robots."
Everyone looked at her in surprise. "What? For real?" Midoriya-san asked with a bright smile. "How did you know?"
Kendou-san smiled at them. "I know an upperclassman, personally, and asked. I know that's kinda like cheating but..." She trailed off with a happy shrug.
"Are you stupid, Kendou? You just threw away our hard-won intelligence advantage..." Monoma muttered darkly, "This was our chance to come out on top over the detested class A..."
"I told you, we don't detest them. Cut that out." Kendou-san frowned and nodded her head to them before leaving. "Take care, you guys," she said, before dragging Monoma off, whacking him in the neck again when he complained.
Tsuyu exchanged looks with Uraraka-san. "Big sister?"
The gravity-defying girl nodded. "Big sister."
Setting her chopsticks down, Hisoka didn't feel like eating anymore.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: July 6, 20XX
The remaining week before had been filled with studying and training for the upcoming exams. It passed in a blur for Hisoka, shifting all her attention to the exams so her mind wouldn't wander towards the items buried deep inside her closet. Then with the next week full of written exams and her brain almost becoming a pile of mashed potatoes, the clock had numbed down to the final wire of time left for the final day.
Hisoka finished her final problem for Biology when their sensei finally spoke, "Times up! Put down your pencils. Will the last person in each row collect papers and bring them up to me?" He asked.
As Yaoyorozu-san began to do so, Kaminari-san and Ashido-san both got up to talk to her. "Thanks for your help!" The pink-skinned girl said, arms raised before wrapping them around the blushing girl.
Kaminari-san said, giving her a thumbs up, "I didn't leave anything blank 'cause of you!"
Hisoka wiped her forehead free of sweat, lowering her head to the desk as her arms hung over the edge.
Finally...
Done.
Well, mostly...
Still.
Her mushy brain wanted to rest (she was going to curl up and sleep forever after the test exercise was over) and she was glad there was a twenty-minute break before they had to change for the last part of the exam.
"How do you think you did?" Fumi asked behind her.
With a small groan, she swung her chair around to lounge on his desk. "Take out tonight... Fumi..."
He poked her forehead. "Mushy brain?"
"Un..."
"How about the place we where got something last time?"
"The ramen place, right?" She yawned, curling her arms under her head, laying sideways and stared blankly at the bird-headed teenager.
"Yeah."
She held up a weak thumbs up. "Sounds good to me."
After that, they were told to get into their Hero Costumes, bring any gear associated with it, and then herded to the buses which would take them to the exam location for the practical.
Location: Bus Parking Lot, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: July 6, 20XX
Aizawa-sensei began, "The test exercise will begin shortly. Obviously, you can fail this test too," he sighed. "So, if you want to head to the forest lodge, then we'd better not see any pitiful blunders from you."
Nine.
Eight teachers were there mostly from the Heroic Department and one teacher from the Support Course. There were was twenty of them. Someone was missing. Something wasn't right here. Hisoka gripped the hilt of her dagger as she prepared herself mentally. Their presences were unknown, and therefore unnerving.
Jiro-san asked, counting on her fingers, "Why so many teachers...?"
"I've no doubt you all learned what information you could have for the test beforehand, so I think you already hold a vague notion of what you are going to do." Aizawa-sensei looked over at Ashido-san and Kaminari-san who were cheering happily about the robots from the entrance exam.
"Sorry, I'm afraid not!" A muffled voice then spoke, Aizawa-sensei's scarf beginning to rustle around and out popped Principal Nezu, with his paw high in the air. "Due to various reasons, we're changing the contents of the test, starting today!"
"Mr. Principal!"
"You're changing things?!" Yaoyorozu-san said, sounding surprised.
Ten.
Did that mean what she thought it was?
"Well... Fears of a surge in villainy, really. Battling against robots doesn't even come close enough to fighting against an actual Villains." Nezu grabbed a piece of Aizawa-sensei's scarf, using it to descend down him like some sort of mountain while Thirteen made sure he didn't fall. "So, from now on, we'll focus our tests more on person-on-person battle activities and emphasizing a teaching environment close to that of a real battle!"
Hisoka felt like her soul was being dissected when those beady eyes of their principal looked over her. This being... man... (Animal?)
He was dangerous.
"So, boys and girls, all there is to say is... That henceforth we will have you form pairs to engage in combat with one of these here dear educators!" Principal Nezu gestured to the row of pro hero teachers behind him, and Hisoka felt herself go pale as her eyes narrowed dangerously close.
"We're fighting... the teachers...?" Uraraka asked, sounding terrified.
"Now, who all of you are paired with and which teacher you will be fighting, have already been decided!" He beamed at the class. "The way you tend to move, your grades and your degree of familiarity... We personally judged how you'll be paired up based on all sorts of things, and we'll list the matchups now!"
Location: Ground Tetra, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: July 6, 20XX
The tension in the air had been thick on the ride to their destinations, so much so that Hisoka could have cut it. Hisoka had eyed her friends - Who knew they'd be paired together? - as they had ridden with the teachers to their separate locations, each pair had gotten off when the bus had stopped. She wished them luck.
Being paired with the bubbly Hagakure-san was... unexpected.
She had not interacted much with the girl except when they spoke randomly in class and the locker room and then with Ojiro-san at times. He had told her that Hagakure-san was very nice and Hisoka would agree with that. She was also very talkative. But Ojiro-san liked her a lot and was very good friends with the girl so Hisoka was going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
They were underground, surrounded by large round pillars, with lights overhead that grew dimmer the farther out the room went. Snipe stood in between them and the exit, his face covered by a tan gas mask.
He began to speak, "The time limit is thirty minutes. Your condition to win is to either pin these handcuffs on me or for one of you to escape through the exit behind me." After handing Hisoka the cuffs, he shifted the brown cowboy hat, sporting a metallic plate with a stylized black 'S', over his black dreadlocks. "Your opponent will be me and this will be very similar to a real battle," his voice grew serious, "so think of me as a Villain." Pausing for a moment, he continued with his thoughts, "Suppose you've come across a Villain. If you can fight and win, then that's fine. That being said if the gap in power is too great then it's wiser to run and call for backup." He pulled out his weapon, a large modified gun from the holster tied around his belt buckles. "You should know that rather well, eh, Matsushita?" He tipped his hat up a bit with the tip of the gun.
Hisoka said nothing, eyes narrowing as her fingers wiggled in anticipation. There was no mistaking it... You could win by fights or win by fleeing... And judging by the way his stance was, Hisoka could guess he fought long range with the gun. Snipe's Quirk had to be something related to it as well.
Long-range, huh...
"You have two minutes to go before the timer starts. Go." Snipe waved at them and Hisoka found herself dragged off by the invisible girl some ways away behind a pillar to their right.
"Ney, ney, Hiso-chan what do you think we should do?"
"He focuses on long-range attacks with his gun, so his Quirk has to be involved with it. Judging by it, we won't be able to get close if we stick together," Hisoka explained.
Hagakure-san exclaimed, "Oh! Oh! Then we need a di-!"
"Everybody's at their marks, I take it!?" A voice came over an intercom, echoing inside the large room. "In that case, now's the time, Freshmen of U.A. High! Let's begin the End-of-Term test! Readyyyyy... Go!"
"-version!" Hagakure-san finished. Immediately rounds of bullets fired their way, ricocheting off of the pillars. The sudden sound made them flinch. "It's like he knows where we are."
"Maybe that's part of his Quirk." The bullets pinpointed with precision on the pillar they hid behind. Hisoka tried to peek around the stone to see if she could spot where the target was when a bullet grazed the top of her head, shooting through the hood causing her to whip her head back around.
"Are you okay?!"
She nodded, taking a deep breath. "That was... close..."
"Yeah! But at this rate, we won't be able to move at all!" Hagakure-san waved her gloved hands around.
"Calm down," Hisoka told her before she closed her eyes. She heard the bullets and slowly she was able to pinpoint that Snipe was near the exit. "It's just a diversion."
Hagakure-san exclaimed as smoke began to fill the room, "We need one too!"
"Smoke?"
"Maybe he's trying to block our view."
"Then he'd have to deal with it, too."
"Ah! Hiso-chan! I've got an idea!" She began taking off her gloves and shoes. "Can you distract him?"
Hisoka grinned, catching on quickly. "Gladly."
She threw the cuffs to Hagakure-san before more bullets rained down on the pillar and they split up. The stone pillar cracked when the final bullet ended its life, crumbling to the ground. Hisoka glanced around her, seeing the different sized rocks lying near her as she kneeled and focused on the sound once more, hearing the Pro Hero's footsteps.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Snipe shouted, shooting at random.
Well, he came off as a Villain rather well.
With rubble surrounding her, Hisoka grabbed a few of the small rocks and threw them in different directions. She heard bullets shot in their directions; she took the chance to run left, weaving through the pillars and smoke. The end of her coat got caught by one of the bullets as she dodged behind a pillar, ripping when it passed through the fabric.
"C'mon don't hide!"
Let's give him what he wanted then.
Hisoka ducked another bullet and took out her dagger, running around when the footsteps came close enough and into the smoke towards where she saw the shadow of the 'Villain'.
"Woo!"
Snipe jumped back when Hisoka tried to stab him from the right. Cocking his gun back, he shot at her when she closed in, the bullet deflected just in time by the blade of her weapon. She blocked another then a third as she closed in, her eyes widened when the shock of the deflecting particles cracked the blade after the fourth time breaking it. (Red… "Take a deep breath. It will calm you down, my child." Breathe…) Hisoka jumped backward, flipping in the air before she rolled out of the way when a line of bullets was shot at her feet, only to stop in a kneeling position when she saw the gun pointed right at her.
"Got ya."
She slowly raised her arms, throwing the now useless weapon to the side when the gun motioned her to. When the gun tilted up, she stood. Snipe moved closer.
"You have some moves, Matsushita, but looks like your time's run out."
"Hmm... I don't think so..." She said slowly, smile widening when a pair of yellow cuffs came out of nowhere and locked around the wrist that held his gun.
"Got him!"
"When did you-" Snipe sounded surprised, elbow moving back when it bounced back. "Bounce?" He uttered, confused.
Hagakure-san's voice slowly rose, pulling on the handcuffs roughly, "Snipe-sensei...!"
"It was a misunderstanding! It was beyond my control! I didn't do it on purpose...!" He tried to appease her, flailing his free hand as the other was tugged back and forth.
Hisoka snorted, her shoulders relaxing when the intercom announced their passing. She moved to gather her broken weapon, staring at it silently, brown blank eyes reflected back at her. She had noticed she was lacking when it came to long range, preferring to fight up close as that was what she was trained in. Her Quirk didn't help in fighting, though.
And what if she couldn't make it in time to heal people?
If long-range Villains got in the way that would cause problems for her. A way to have her blood injected into them from far away would be a good idea. Brown eyes moved towards the gun the Pro Hero had.
A gun could work...
She would think more about that later tonight.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: July 7, 20XX
Hisoka was greeted with Ashido-san's sobbing, "I'm... I'm totes looking forward... To all your stories... Oh god..." when she opened the door to the classroom the next day. She stood there with Kaminari-san and Kirishima-san with grim expressions (like they were told their life would end in three months.)
Midoriya-san tried to cheer them up. "You don't know, there could totally be some unexpected twist!"
"No, Midoriya! If you say that, you'll jinx it!" Sero-san said with a frown to him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"Those who fail the exam don't get to go to the forest lodge and will be stuck in remedial hell!" Kaminari-san shouted with eyes filled with tears as he pointed an angry finger at Midoriya-san. "And we never cleared the practical! If you still don't get that then your own grade level is sub-monkey, you bastard!"
Hisoka glanced at Fumi who shrugged, moving his way to his seat. Hisoka waved to Tsuyu, offering her a smile when the bell rang.
"Calm down, dude, that was some tirade!" Sero-san frowned at him. "I mean, I don't know either, man. Thanks to Mineta we technically both cleared it, but all I did was sleep. So, like, as long as it's not been made clear how we're being graded..."
"IF YOU'RE GUNNA SHOW US PITY THEN WHY DON'T YOU GIVE US MORE THAN THAT!" Kaminari-san shouted at Sero-san.
The sound of the door abruptly sliding open caught Hisoka's attention. "When the bell rings, then you take your seats," Aizawa-sensei said as made his way through the door, immediately silencing all of the students and sending them to their desks as he strode up to the front. "Morning..." He greeted sluggishly, uncaring to cover his yawn. Now, about your End-of-Term exams... I hate to say that some of you have failed, and as such..."
Hisoka popped a cheek on her fist, waiting while some of her classmates held pained looks.
Sensei's tired face slowly morphed, a mischievous glint passing through his orbs as his lips twisted into a sadistic grin. "Everybody's going to the forest lodge!"
"WHAT A TWIST!" Kirishima-san shouted loudly in surprise, raising his fists in the air, and Ashido burst out into happy tears.
"Hnnnnn!" Satou-san slammed a fist on his desk in victory.
Aizawa-sensei's face shifted back to a bland look, tiredness returning to his eyes, making the black bags a bit more profound. "There were zero failing grades for the written exam, for the practical, Satou, Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero all failed."
Kirishima-san asked with his hand in the air excitedly, "But we can still go, sensei?!"
The black-haired Pro Hero nodded his head. "For the exam, we 'Villains' left you a way to win while gauging how you faced the challenges we set for each of you," Aizawa-sensei said with a sigh, "If we hadn't, then you'd all have run into a dead end before the challenges even really began."
"So, when you said you were coming at us to crush us..." Ojiro-san trailed off with a nervous sweat, looking to their teacher.
"That was to drive you into a corner, the forest lodge was a boot camp to begin with. So, the students who failed are the ones who need it the most." Aizawa-sensei's sadistic smile appeared again. "It was a logical ruse!"
"NO, IT'S A BLATANT LIE!" Kirishima-san choked out.
"Not again... That's U.A. for you!" Iida said with a nervous sweat before he stood up, his hand in the air. "All the same! If you keep piling up 'ruses' then our trust in you will begin to waver, will it not?!"
If sensei did it once he was bound to do it again...
"You're not wrong, I'll admit. But it's not as though it was all a pack of lies." Aizawa-sensei looked to the rowdy bunch who were cheering in happiness. "Failing grades are failing grades. So, you've all earned yourselves special remedial periods. And to put it bluntly, they'll be harder than they would have been had you stayed on campus. Now, I'm going to hand out the lodge guides so pass them back."
As the day ended, Hisoka paused in her stretch when she heard the suggestion of shopping together as a class.
Hagakure-san bounced over to her and exclaimed, "Hiso-chan! Hiso-chan! You should definitely come!"
"Ah... I can't," she stated not even a second after, lowering her arms.
"Eh~? Why not?!"
"I'm visiting the hospital tomorrow."
"Why?" Ojiro-san asked as he came up behind the girl.
"My mom's there."
A few frowns were directed her way. "Is she hurt? Did she have an accident?"
"Something like that..." She muttered, dropping the subject before Hisoka followed Fumi and Tsuyu out of the classroom.
"You okay?" Tsuyu asked when they made their way down the hallway.
Hisoka shrugged. "I'll be fine..." Her stomach growled causing her to blush. "...if I have something to eat, I guess."
Fumi snorted without looking up from his phone, typing away at something, as Tsuyu giggled. "Do you want to get some ice cream? There's a small shop near the train station."
Hisoka nodded.
"You go on ahead. There're a few things I need to get done before I can actually leave," Fumi answered still not looking up from his piece of technology.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Mmmkay. See you later, Fumikage!" Tsuyu grabbed Hisoka's hand and pulled her along. Fumi watched them leave with a smile, a knowing look in his red eyes.
Author's Note: Do you know how much time I spent on thinking about which student to pair with and which teacher had to fight Hisoka? Too much... My brain hurts... So much studying the fights (and watching the anime versions) and even seeing what people said about each fight to help me choose to had come down to four choices - Thirteen (the original contender with Yuga), Power Loader (with Iida most likely), Snipe (only came after some thought), and Present Mic (cause Koda was replaced by Hisoka). With the deadline coming and unable to choose I flipped a coin and the choice for the teacher was chosen by chance in the end.
Yaaa...
What did you think?
I think it was an excellent choice after some thinking. ^^
On another note, the movie is coming out... Super excited about it! We get to see a younger All Might! And another Quirkless person from the most recent trailer. From what the plot says it happens between "the climactic finals are over, and U.A. is getting ready for the summer training camp." And while I could really like to add the movie cause the trailers are making it look really cool I'm not going to simply because of the release date is in August/Fall. I'll do it as a one-shot some time (I've got a few ideas for one-shots, but I don't know if I'm gonna do them or not because I've tried in the past... I never stick to them. -_-)
Well... who knows. Let's just look forward to the next arc and me acting as a bad parent toward my little stabby baby Hiso-chan!