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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Vedahzii- I've actually changed Hisoka's answer quite a few times when trying to figure out what it was supposed to be. I was able to come to a place where it feels right for Hisoka or at least the current her as people change all the time and so can answers. So, who knows what can happen in the future? Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
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Prince- (CH 51): I love fluffy things! Fluffy things are love and life! My favorite dog breed has got to be a German and Symbian Husky mix. They are so fuzzy and everything it's too adorable! Gob I hate those slumps. It's always so annoying whenever they come up, so I know exactly how you feel! Ooooooooo... I hope you don't quit reading THTB or WL... I'll cry. I really do love talking with you! And your reviews always bring a smile to my face! (CH 52): Hisoka's work ethic kinda came from me... There are always new things to learn every day even if it's something small. There will also be more PDA in the future! Be prepared to get so many cavities you'll have to explain to your dentist why! Hah! And yes, to your question. ^^ But no, that cliché she won't be hit with. She's gradually healing. Girl. There's a long way to go for Hisoka. Thank you for the review. I hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 53
To Learning Terms
Location: Small Conference Room, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date of Report: September 17, 20XX
Class/Department: Hero Course, Class 1-A
Student Name: Hisoka Matsushita
Date of Birth: November 19th, 19XX
Chronological Age: 15 Years Old
Shuzenji: Hello, Hisoka-chan. Are you excited to finally have a session with me?
Matsushita: [shrugs] I guess.
Initial Impressions: 'Hisoka-chan seems tired. There are bags under her eyes, and she looks like she has the weight of the world upon her shoulders. I wonder if she's getting enough sleep. Nightmares?]
Shuzenji: [raises eyebrow] You guess?
Matsushita: I mean this is basically a requirement for me since it's either this unless I 'wish to be expelled.' Aizawa-sensei's words. Not mine.
Side Note: 'Really, Shota? Did you have to go that far? No. I know it'd be Nezu's idea. Sigh... Of course, she won't get expelled. If push comes to shove, she'd likely get taken out of the Hero Course until she stabilizes and then be tested to get back in! And seeing the expression on the girl's face shows how much the idea of being expelled from U.A. distastes her.'
Shuzenji: Well, how would you feel if you were expelled from U.A. right now?
Matsushita: [sighs] Sad. Disappointed. Angry. Confused. Sad. A mixture of things.
Shuzenji: Why?
Matsushita: I would miss the friends I've made. It's different than back home and everyone here is like one big dysfunctional family. [chuckles]
Shuzenji: [nods] I can see that. How is it different back home?
Matsushita: ... [glances away]
Side Note: 'Hisoka-chan seems hesitant when talking about her family and home.'
Shuzenji: You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
Matsushita: No... It was just lonely at times. It was usually just me, mother, Fumi, aunty, and uncle.
Shuzenji: Fumikage Tokoyami, correct? You two have been friends since childhood?
Matsushita: Yeah. His mom had gotten hurt from something and so they came to my mother's clinic. I was playing with some of the stray cats next to my home. We met when we were about four or five years old, I think. It's been a while.
Side Note: 'Hmmm... Maybe not...'
Shuzenji: How would you describe your relationship with Tokoyami-kun and his family?
Matsushita: Aunty and uncle treat me as one of their own and Fumi is like the older brother I never had. We've always had each other's back. A family away from family or something like that.
Shuzenji: What about your mother? Haru, right?
Side Note: 'At the mention of her mother, she frowns and has a distant, longing look in her eyes. Is their relationship not good then? Maybe difficult? From what I've recently heard, Haru Matsushita is in a hospital for long term stay.'
Matsushita: [nods slowly] I love her. She loves me. Mother raised me all by herself and has taught me many things over the years.
Shuzenji: Like what?
Matsushita: Well, you know that she's taught me all that I know medical wise, but she taught me how to fight and use my Kaiken. She raised me all by herself since I was born.
Shuzenji: What about your father, then? Have you ever met him, or does your mother tell you about him?
Matsushita: Mother loves... him. That's it.
End Notes: 'I do not like to admit it but the stare Hisoka-chan is giving me right now makes me wary. She has closed herself off. It is likely she knows who he is and has even made contact with her father by now. This greatly worries me. She does not speak anymore for the rest of the session and has proceeded to storm off when the time was up. Of what I know and have learned, her father was the reason for her mother to end up in the hospital and he is connected more deeply into this than we all realize. I fear if we do not learn who he is or do something about this right away then I cannot help but worry about the path Hisoka-chan may end up on...'
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 18, 20XX
"Why does something feel off here?" Sero-san wondered, frowning as he sat on his desk, head tilted as he and his other classmates stared at their spaced-out classmate.
Kaminari-san nodded. "Definitely. How long has she been like this?"
"She arrived early," Ashido-san grumbled, "Didn't even make breakfast. Been like a zombie ever since I came in."
"While a bit strange, Hisoka isn't your personal chef," Momo sighed with a worried, curious look as they all looked over at the silent Hisoka as she stared up at the classroom's ceiling blankly, head leaned back. "I hope everything is okay... Has anyone done anything yet?"
"Where's Tokoyami?! He can knock her out of this!" Ashido-san slammed a hand on the desk while her other one pointed a finger across the room.
"He's not here," Ojiro-san spoke up. "Neither is Tsuyu." His tail wagged slowly, trying to escape from Kaminari-san's grip when he tried to play with it.
"Well, they are on authorized absences for their internships," Momo said. "Along with Kirishima-kun and Uraraka-chan."
"Maybe that's it then. She's just missing them!"
"What a day for them to be gone," Sato-san mumbled.
"Kch." A beat up Bakugo-san grunted, face laced with bandages, "Who cares. Let One Eye wallow in her self-pity!"
The pink skinned girl stared at the explosive boy questioningly. "Did you get into a fight or something again, Bakugo?"
Red eyes glared over his shoulder. "Shut it!"
"It could be something else..." The classmates turned to look at Shoto as he walked in, face bruised and banged up. There were bandages on the bridge of his nose and cheeks and a small band-aid on his forehead.
Ashido-san cried out in surprise, pointing a shaking finger at the heterochronic eyed boy, "EEHHHHHHHHK! His pretty-boy face is ruined! What could have happened?!"
Shoto blinked, giving her a blank look as he set down his bag on his desk, before giving a side glance towards his female friend. "...Has she been like that since you arrived?"
Iida-san nodded, pushing up his glasses. "She's been unresponsive since she arrived just after me. Well, she did check her phone once but otherwise nothing."
Ashido-san snapped her fingers in front of Hisoka's face. "Oi! Why haven't you healed Todoroki's pretty face yet?!" The bottom of Bakugo-san's right eye twitched as she snapped her fingers again causing Hisoka to slowly blink.
"Hmmmmm?" Brown eyes glanced down, head lulling back to place. "Did you say something?"
"Why haven't you healed Todoroki's pretty face yet?!" Ashido-san repeated, arms crossed over her chest.
"Oh... That..."
"Yes, that!"
Hisoka ran a hand through her hair, messing it up a bit before it fell back into place. "Shoto asked me not to and Bakugo-san is too prideful to ask for help. So, I didn't..." She shrugged.
"Quit your yapping!" Bakugo-san shouted, slamming a hand on his desk while the other had small explosions erupting around it high in the air. He tried to look threatening but to Hisoka, he looked like an overgrown kitten crying over spilled milk. He began shouting at a few of his other classmates as they whispered around him.
"There's ten minutes before class starts..." Shoto walked up beside her desk with a worried frown. "Hisoka..."
"I'm fine," she told him with a tired tone. "I didn't get much sleep last night." Or the night before or before that...
Iida-san slammed the door open, breathing heavily, and everyone looked over at him. "CLASS IS ABOUT TO START!"
Hisoka's shoulders slumped and looked up as Shoto still stood there. "You should go sit." She smiled a bit, but it turned into a grimace, rubbing her shoulder a bit.
"...Hisoka." He touched her shoulder, frown deepening.
"I'm fine, really. Just cramps and a sore shoulder. No worries," she said, waving him off. Brown eyes watched him stare at her with a searching gaze and unable to find anything, he let out a sigh before he went to his desk.
Hisoka could feel a headache coming on and it looked like it wasn't going away anytime soon.
Location: Girl's Changing Room, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 18, 20XX
Morning classes had ended, and they had just finished up with lunch, gathering back in the classroom to learn what Hero Class (just another day of training of Gym Gamma) they'd have that afternoon. Hisoka, however, was excused from the Hero Class by Aizawa-sensei after being pulled off to the side. Hisoka didn't know why but he told her this with a frown after he had been informed about her internship under Recovery Girl. Of course, she wouldn't be missing all of them. Aizawa-sensei wouldn't allow that but she would probably be missing more than two each week.
Aizawa-sensei still looked upset about something after he dismissed her to follow after the other girls into the female changing room.
She slipped on her PE uniform while the others changed into their Hero Outfits.
"Hiso-chan! Hiso-chan! Hiso-chan!" Hagakure-san jumped and skipped around the room excitedly for the afternoon classes, shoes squeaking slightly against the ground until she ended up in front of the brown-haired girl. "You're in your PE uniform. Why aren't you changing into your Hero Costume? Did something happen to it? Is it getting updated again? Are you going to add more colors to it? Does Aizawa-sensei know? What about the others? Are you getting another new weapon? What's it going to be? " She asked, voice speeding a hundred miles an hour.
Did she even breathe between questions?
Hisoka blinked slowly, zipping up her shirt as the invisible girl was still a ball of energy. Hisoka wondered if she'd ever get used to that. "Internship," was her intellectual answer.
"Really?!" Ashido-san perked up, eyes lighting up with glee. "Congratulations!"
Jiro-san gave her a thumbs up as she put on her boots. "Sweet! Glad you got one."
"Who is it under? Is it someone in U.A.?" Momo questioned, glancing up as she made sure her reference book was secure enough.
"It's Recovery Girl," Hisoka answered, placing a hand on her shoulder as she rolled her arm, trying to stretch and relax her stiff muscles.
"Huh. Cool." Jiro-san absentmindedly twirled one of her flexible, plug-like earphone jacks hanging from each of her earlobes. "Hope things work out for you."
"Hmmmmm... I can see that as a very beneficial internship for similar Quirks such as yours and all the medical knowledge she's bound to know," Momo said thoughtfully.
Ashido-san tilted her head with a confused frown. "Does that mean you're not gonna go to the afternoon classes anymore?"
"Yeah!" Hagakure-san agreed. "What about becoming a Hero?!"
"I'll still have training and afternoon classes," Hisoka explained to the worried girls. "I just won't be at all of them since I'll be spending some with Recovery Girl in the infirmary. I'll also be on call for her as a part-time assistant in a way for a while so I might get called out of class from time to time to help out."
"If you ever need notes, you can copy mine whenever you're called out." Momo gave her an encouraging smile. Hisoka nodded in thanks. "I'm sure you'll learn a lot under Recovery Girl."
Medical. First aid and major wounds. Small wounds. Medium-sized wounds. All different types of wounds and injuries. Human anatomy and physiology. A bit about the different types of psychology like biological, behavioral, cognitive, humanistic, psychodynamic, evolutionary, and biopsychosocial. Therapy and different scenarios with the possible outcomes civilians might react to. Herbs, pills, plants, flower, and all kinds of things that had some form of healing or medical properties. You name it. And that only covered the tip of the iceberg this internship was going to be.
Lots of things.
Hisoka was going to need a lot of notebooks too... She wondered if she had enough space on her bookshelf or if she was going to need to get another one... Well, if it came down to it, she'd decide then.
"I'm sure I will." Hisoka nodded as she walked to the only door. "I'll see you all later." With multiple waves and happy good-byes behind her, she stepped out of the changing room.
Location: Infirmary, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 18, 20XX
"Hello, Recovery Girl-sensei," Hisoka said as she opened door, pulling on her white lab coat over her PE uniform and pinned the tag (it was simple, white, and had her name on it in big, black, bulky lettering along with 'Assistant' under it) after sliding the same door closed. She was to do this whenever she came in.
"Simply 'sensei' will be fine, Hisoka-chan," the elder woman replied with a kind smile, spinning her office chair around to face her. She waved a hand at her to pull up one of the other chairs in the room and sit down before Recovery Girl. "How were morning classes?"
"Good. Aizawa-sensei slept in the corner for the first class."
Recovery Girl-sensei raised an amused eyebrow. "Did he now?"
Hisoka nodded. "Yes. Though he got a new sleeping bag recently. His old one got torn up recently..." Bakugo-san was angry about something that day. Hisoka didn't remember about what but from how he yelled at Midoriya-san it might have involved the green-haired boy. Or maybe not. Bakugo-san liked to yell at the other a lot for whatever reason. Maybe there was a lot of sexual tension or something between the two... Hisoka did read that sometimes that happened between couples or people who liked each other but never said anything or something along those lines.
"Let me guess. Yellow?"
"Yellow. Aizawa-sensei really likes that color." She had heard it mentioned by Present Mic when he was talking to someone about Aizawa-sensei's collection of only yellow (and a few cat-themed) sleeping bags he had stashed in his room at the teacher's dorm building.
"Indeed, he does." Recovery Girl-sensei chuckled, eyes wrinkling. "Indeed, he does..."
"Un. How was your morning, sensei?"
"It has been quiet today which I can only be thankful for. Usually, there'd be about a hundred or so students already come by for whatever reason before lunch. Not today it seems." Letting out a sigh, she said, "Now then, today we will be going over your medical terminology. As you are sure to know, the language of medicine is primarily derived from Greek and Latin. Knowing your terminology is critical as it's used in international language, necessary for communicating with other medical personnel, and the support you provide your patient will be better. Understand?"
She nodded as she opened her notebook, clicking the top of her mechanical pencil, and was ready to take notes if necessary. "Yes."
"Good. Tell me what is involved in understanding medical terminology."
"You have to break down the words to their separate components of prefix, suffix, and root word. A prefix is the beginning of a word and generally describes location and intensity. Suffixes are at the ends of words to change the original meaning. In medical terminology, it can usually indicate a procedure, condition, disease, or could be part of the speech. A commonly used suffix is '-itis,' which means inflammation. Then there is the main part of the word or the root word to convey the essential meaning of the word and frequently indicates a body part. Finally, there are abbreviations and they're typically used to shorten notes or documentation and help one to avoid confusion and errors."
"Excellent." Recovery Girl-sensei clapped her hands once. "We will first be going over different abbreviations as I am sure you know your prefixes, suffixes, and root words well enough. So, I will state random abbreviations and you answer them in under thirty seconds. If you do not know one of them, say so. Okay?"
"I understand."
Recovery Girl-sensei nodded in understanding before beginning, "Abd."
"Abdomen."
"ACLS."
"I don't know."
"ED"
"Emergency department."
"BBB."
"Bundle branch block."
"AIDS."
"Acquired immunodeficiency syndrome."
"CNS."
"Central nervous system."
"CO2."
"Carbon dioxide."
"A-line."
"Arterial line."
"BP."
"Body surface area."
"CBC."
"Complete blood count."
"CVP."
"I don't know."
"DOS."
"Dead on scene."
"ECG."
"Electrocardiogram."
"FHR."
"Fetal heart rate."
"KCl."
"Potassium chloride."
"ICU."
"Intensive care unit."
"ER."
"Emergency room."
"ENT."
"Ears, nose, and throat."
"KUB."
"Kidneys, ureters, and bladder."
"LUL."
"I don't know."
And so, it went on whenever there wasn't a student coming in injured. Hisoka didn't do much than go over more terminology until late into the afternoon. After each hour, they would go over the terminology she didn't know, making a note of it to study later, as well as the definition of some of the words and a few other things. She was then handed a very thick tome by the older woman (it felt like it weighed over a ton to the girl) and was told to read through it. Recovery Girl-sensei would be going over it at random to keep Hisoka on her toes or something like that.
Needless to say, Hisoka was tired and her brain felt like mush or play-doh that was played with until the doh was no more.
As she hung up her lab coat, unpinning the plastic name card and placing it in the coat's pocket, she spun around to say good-bye to the Pro Heroine, book and notebook in hand. "Thank you for today, sensei. It was... enlightening."
Yeah... enlightening...
Recovery Girl gave a hearty chortle, seeing right through the sarcasm. "Yes. Yes. I know we went over a lot today and your brain is likely going to leak out of your ears if we went over anymore so tomorrow, we'll be doing some hands-on exercises."
Thank Kami-sama!
"Okay." Hisoka gave her a small relieved smile.
"I will see you tomorrow then. You are dismissed."
"Yes, ma'am," she said as she walked to the door. Just as she was going to slide it open, she looked over her shoulder. "Sensei..."
The elder lady was already at the computer, tapping away at whatever she needed to get done. "Yes, child?"
"You never asked me what my answer was to the question you asked me last week," Hisoka pointed out.
"Ah, yes. That." Recovery Girl-sensei hummed as if remembering a memory from long ago.
Yes, that!
"You don't need to. I can see you have your answer. So as long as you have that then it's all good."
"...Have a good evening, sensei." She bowed her head in greeting as she opened the door. "See you tomorrow."
"You as well, Hisoka-chan."
Hisoka left without another word, a thoughtful expression on her face as she made her way back to the changing room to change and head back to the dorm. Right now, she just wanted to fall asleep.
Location: Class 1-A, U.A. High School, Northern Musutafu, South of Tokyo, Honshu, Japan
Date: September 29, 20XX
"Hey! Hey! Kirishima!" Kaminari-san shouted, voice seemingly like a jackhammer against Hisoka's mind. She let out a small groan, rubbing her temple with both hands, and the shouts and exclamations between the boys and her other classmates did not help. Maybe she could use Sero-san's tape to silence them all... Cookies were a good bribing tool...
Right?
Kirishima-san let out a groan, eyes opening slowly, as he lifted his head slowly from the desk and let out a yawn. "Hmmm?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking up at the blonde-haired lightening user as he shoved his white cased phone in the other's face.
"Look at this! Your Hero name is on the news all over the internet!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima-san squinted a bit as his vision cleared before staring at the phone intensely while the others watched him in surprise. "You are really on here! That's awesome!"
Newcomer Sidekick Red Riot Breaks Onto The Scene! SHOULDERING THE LIVES OF CIVILIANS ON THEIR FIRST DAY, THEY TOOK DOWN THE TOUGH VILLAINS MANO-A-MANO WITH HARDENED HEARTS!
"Woo!"
Bakugo's grinding his teeth was not much help either for her headache. Well, that's what happened when you don't get enough sleep for a while... And when Advil apparently doesn't work anymore...
Wonderful.
Fumi frowned looking up at his phone at the black-haired girl, sitting in the chair before her desk, an elbow leaning against the top of it. "You okay?"
She glanced up, brown eyes darkening as her bangs shadowed them from the lights overhead. "Sleep is but a dream that I wish to fulfill but am unable to grasp, it would seem."
"How long?"
"A little more than a week."
"How much?"
Her lips thinned as she scowled, watching his eyebrows dip further, frown deepening. "About four... five hours in total..."
"Have you taken any sleeping aids?"
"You know they don't have any effect on me anymore... My Quirk evidently feels like they'll harm me or whatever so nothing, and yet painkillers still work..." Hisoka grumbled to herself in the end.
He swiped through his phone again, tapping away at the screen swiftly with his thumb. "Weird."
"You're telling me..." She lowered her forehead against her desk, feeling the welcomed coolness against her skin and shifted her arms to around her head in hopes to block out the light and the sound. If only sound could easily be silenced... (Where was Aizawa-sensei when you needed him?) Hisoka then asked, voice slightly muffled, "How's interning under Hawks again?"
"Enlightening. Fun. A bit aggravating at times. There weren't any Villains to take down or anything like some of the others," Fumi explained. "I think I've got a new idea for a new move. I might even be able to fly one day like him," he sighed longingly.
"Good for you."
"Heard you were interning under Recovery Girl. How's that going?"
Oh yeah... She had forgotten to tell him that... Fumi had been staying at Hawk's agency since he had begun his internship, coming to class about four times a week. He said that it was temporary and that he was coming back to the dorms the beginning of next week as he continued his internship. Uraraka-san had also mentioned her and Tsuyu were also staying at their agency, but they'd be in class today.
They've yet to show up.
(It was a bit lonely, if she had to admit it, but Hisoka was glad he and the others were having a good time under other Pro Heroes. They were gaining the necessary experience to become good Pro Heroes and see how the real world was. That didn't stop an ugly feeling from sprouting that Hisoka immediately squashed. She would not go down that road. That was the path they chose, and this was the one she had chosen to do. Hisoka would stand by her choice.
For now.)
"Good, I guess."
He raised an eyebrow as he gave her a side-glance. "You guess?"
She shrugged. "I've learned a few new things and we've been going over things I know. We've been going over terminology and a lot of different exercises but otherwise not much else the last few days." Hisoka found that the hands on exercises were her favorite. She rather liked her hands getting down and dirty.
(It didn't help with her tiredness or the constant whispers making her itch and want to cut something else or the let the blood of her enemies' rain down. It didn't stop the part of her that wanted to fight. It didn't erase the stains that were already on her. It didn't erase the Red.)
Sparing helped but they were little in between with most of her time now dedicated towards her internship or at the shooting range. It didn't particularly help that quite a few classes were missed - mostly the Hero Classes in the afternoon but she had been pulled more than a few times from morning classes to help out. Hisoka was beginning to see how busy Recovery Girl-sensei's life was now. The woman was in and out a majority of the time and Hisoka was left in charge of the infirmary when Recovery Girl-sensei was not around. They would converse over the speaker whenever she was out to go over things or when something came up at the school and she was out.
But...
"Then what's the problem?"
"Feel like something's missing, I guess. Don't know what though."
"Hmmm..." He hummed. "You'll figure it out eventually."
Maybe.
Hisoka let out another sigh. She wished Tsuyu was here already. She hadn't seen much of her... girlfriend (she still got all wiggly inside and blushy at the word) - not that they hadn't talked over the phone or seen each other in class - with her own internship with Uraraka-san under the Dragoon Hero: Ryukyu and their senpai, Hadou-senpai. She had even sent pictures to both of Class 1-A's group chats (which was always buzzing about one thing or another) and in a few of the smaller groups Hisoka and she shared. Only a few personal ones that no one saw (she showed Fumi one or two of them, of course) were sent to her alone.
Tsuyu was having fun and that's what mattered.
And Hisoka couldn't be happier when her prayers were answered in the form of arms wrapping themselves around her, a chin on her shoulder, and a mutter in her ear of, "Good morning, sleepyhead."
Lifting her head, she glanced up and offered a fatigued smile to the green-haired girl, eyes lighting up upon seeing her familiar black ones. "Morning, Tsuyu."
Tsuyu's smile widened, a small 'ribbit' leaving her mouth as she leaned into her. "I missed you..."
Cute...
She felt her skin heat up at the kiss on her cheek, distantly hearing awes, gacking noises, and a punching sound from her class, "...'m glad to see you too..." They burned even more as Hisoka returned the gesture. (What Hisoka didn't know was that Tsuyu had been taking a few pictures of the 'sleeping' girl, silently telling the class not to make a noise about her appearance before she went to hug her Hisoka.)
Hisoka leaned into Tsuyu as she was hugged from behind, relishing in her warmth as the class chattered around them. She made sure to wave at Uraraka-san, who beamed as bright as the sun at her, as she made a beeline over too Iida-san and Midoriya-san who had been chatting with Kirishima-san, or would have if Ashido-san didn't practically jump and kidnap her over to Hisoka's desk.
"Hello, Tsuyu," Fumi greeted her.
Tsuyu smiled. "Good morning, Fumikage."
However, before they could talk anymore, Ashido-san came bouncing over, pulling a startled Uraraka-san with her, and squealed with delight, "Tsuyuuu! Urarakaaaaa!" She waved her phone around excitedly with her free hand. "Hero news! Your names came up too! Both of you are on the internet too like Kirishima for your deeds yesterday!"
Jiro-san perked up. "Seriously?!" She then went on her phone, Momo peeking over her shoulder. "Awesome!"
"Ooooo!" Uraraka-san clapped her hands excitedly. "I'm so happy! We're really there!"
"I wonder how they took the picture," Tsuyu said as she looked at the phone with Uraraka.
"You both look very cute," Hisoka complimented, staring at the picture of the article she had pulled up on her phone.
Ashido-san threw her head back and laughed. "Isn't that great!? You might even have fans already like Mt. Lady."
"Provisional License notwithstanding, once you enter the city, you're simply another Hero... You've rendered a splendid service! However, studies are the true duty of a student!" Iida-san reminded them, pushing his glasses up. "Sleeping in class is not allowed!"
Kirishima-san threw a fist in the air, loudly exclaiming, "You are right Iida! That's where we show our resolution! Right?!"
"Yeah!" Midoriya-san copied him with the same intensity, if not more.
"And you were sayin' your studies are crap. You sure you're okay?" Kaminari-san asked.
Kirishima-san nodded. "Sensei said he'd prepare supplementary lessons!"
"I shoulda gone too... But dealing with both of them seem tough..." Sero-san sighed.
"The learning pace is different from person to person," Momo said wisely, nodding to herself before smiling blindingly. "Though if any of you need help Hisoka and I have made copies for everyone on the days you've missed so we should be good!"
Kaminari-san smiled at her. "You say some great things!"
"Sweet!" Kirishima-san exclaimed. "Thanks, gals, you're the best!"
Uraraka threw her arms around Hisoka and Tsuyu. "You're an angel! You don't know how much this means to me!"
Hisoka mentally groaned as she felt her head pulse with disagreement at the sudden jolt. "Yeah... No problem..."
Tsuyu shifted a bit, smiling and giggling. "Uraraka-chan!"
The door slid open and Aizawa-sensei came in. "Look, I get that some of you debuted yesterday, but it's time for class. So, take a seat." Everyone scrambled to their seats in a hurry as he went behind the front desk. Hisoka packed away her phone in her bag and pulled out her books as the lessons began.
Author's Note: And finished. Boy… I've had to do quite a bit of working out the plot for the story… Like I had discovered a major error and I really wondered how I had missed it, but I got it taken care of and I'm very happy with the outcome and I wonder if you all will as well. I am also excited to see your reactions for later in this Arc. ^^ Not much else to say, so I'll just leave it here.
Here's a new picture of Hisoka. You'll find it... interesting, to say the least. ^^ (Just take out the spaces and the links should work.)
Link: www._deviantart._com/_nightmarezanez/_art/_Hisoka-Matsushita-Red-784827034