Hitoshi didn't know how Izuku could put up with Kaminari. Kaminari was loud and constantly inside people's personal spaces. It often drove Hitoshi up the wall whenever Kaminari would lean in extra close while talking. Yet, it didn't seem to bug Izuku.
The three of them were paired together for a history project. It was the last project of the year, they had four months to get it done and it was worth twenty percent of their final.
Once again, Kaminari went to ask a question, getting right into Hitoshi's personal space. Hitoshi growled and put his index finger directly on Kaminari's forehead. "Back. Up." Hitoshi hissed between clenched teeth before pushing Kaminari back with his finger.
"Hichan, don't be mean." Izuku spoke in a deadpan voice as he started to shuffle through his notes in an attempt to find his history notes.
"Yeah, Hichan. Don't be a meanie."
"I will knock your ass out." Hitoshi let out another hiss as he lightly slammed his fist into the table.
"Aw, Zuchan doesn't mind if I call him that."
"No, I mind. I just don't vocalize it- found it." Izuku pulled out the set of notes he was looking for and placed them on the table.
"So. What are we doing again, exactly?" Kaminari inquired as he quietly looked at the notes.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "God, you need adderall. We're learning about the great quirk war between Japan and America."
"And… Why do we have to learn about some war that took place fifty odd years ago?"
"Well, we're here to put our opinions on the matter. On whether or not quirks should be involved in war-" Izuku started to say but was suddenly cut off by a piece of paper being thrown violently against his head.
"-Or if the quirkless should be left out of war." Akisho's smarmy voice grated on Hitoshi's ears. "Which, They should. By the way."
Kaminari's nose scrunched up in distaste.
Hitoshi swallowed hard and scowled at Akisho.
"He's not wrong, though." Izuku suddenly said, his voice was soft.
"Of course he's wrong, Zuchan." Hitoshi looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow. "The quirkless shouldn't be excluded from war."
"I get why you'd think that, Hichan, but you need to think about this from a logical perspective, not a biased perspective. The quirkless are a liability in this case. Those with strong and powerful quirks are best suited for the battlefield; it would be illogical to put the quirkless in the middle of a fight with quirks involved."
"Stop sounding like dad." Hitoshi rolled his eyes.
"But I'm right. If the other side allows people with quirks to fight in a war and our side doesn't, that puts Japan at a serious disadvantage in a fight." Izuku stated.
"Then where does it stop?" Kaminari suddenly said as he stretched himself across Izuku's desk, no doubt an attempt to gain Izuku's attention. It worked as Izuku raised an eyebrow silently urging Kaminari to continue. "Where does it stop?" Kaminari repeated in a softer voice.
"We stop putting the quirkless in the military, then when does it stop? The quirkless can't be in the military, well they're useless anyways. Just ban them from being cops, those with quirks can replace them just as well. Lawyers, Nurses, Doctors? Nah, those with quirks are more preferable- do I need to keep going?"
Izuku sucked in a deep breath. Quietly he brought his thumb up and started to chew on the side of his nail. "You make a good point..." Izuku whispered.
"See, Zuchan?" Hitoshi lowered his head down to his desk and rested it on his folded arms. "If Kaminari can make a good point, then clearly, we have something to go on."
"Aw, I knew you loved me, Hichan-" Kaminari never got to finish his sentence before Hitoshi smacked him with a notebook. It was a gentle smack but a smack nonetheless. "Oof."
Izuku snorted through his nose. "This whole scenario is a lose-lose situation." Izuku then said as he leafed through his notes. "We shouldn't exclude the quirkless… but we can't exclude those with quirks either…"
"...Maybe we could find a compromise?" Hitoshi inquired.
"A compromise?" Kaminari asked next.
"That's a good idea… that'll also set us apart from everyone else." Izuku grabbed his open notebook and flipped to a blank page. "There has to be a compromise here. It shouldn't be one side or the other. There's no logic in that. Now, hear me out. The quirkless don't stay out of the military, just off the frontlines."
Kaminari snapped his fingers. "Put them in the back. Have them be the people behind the scenes. Minimal danger that way."
"Exactly!" Izuku beamed broadly as he started to quickly write information down. "Hitoshi, can you look up the quirkless during the great quirk war? See if there's any of great importance."
"Yeah, no problem."
Izuku looked at Kaminari and leaned in a little. "Kami, can you-"
"Kami?" Hitoshi poked his head between Kaminari and Izuku.
"Yes, Kami, Hichan." Izuku poked Hitoshi's forehead.
"He loves me~" Kaminari grinned and Hitoshi simply stuck his tongue out at him in response.
"Regardless, Kami. Can you please go and research a bit of the quirk singularity theory?"
"Yeah, but why? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything!"
Hitoshi smiled a bit when he saw the little smile form on Izuku's face. Once the ball got rolling it was hard for Izuku to stop. His brother was excited and it showed. "We're talking about today's wars, so by quirk singularity theory it can show how much stronger quirks can get generation after generation." Izuku scrambled swiftly and grabbed a different notebook. He then quickly flipped through the pages.
"Okay, okay." Kaminari smiled just as he whipped his phone out. "But what about you, Zuku?"
"Zuku?" Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at Kaminari.
"Yes, Hichan, Zuku." Izuku responded to Hitoshi with a little smile. "But also, to answer your question, I'm going to look into the military of today. Find important quirkless figures or heroes. I'm also going to take and compare the technology of today versus back then- where's my pen?"
Hitoshi sighed and raised his head from his arms. "Right, I guess I should start looking for important quirkless people back then. Although-" Hitoshi paused to turn his back to the two of them so he could grab his bag from the floor. "-There were a lot more quirkless back then-"
"Whoa!" Kaminari's yell made Hitoshi quickly turn back around.
"What?!"
"What?" Izuku looked at Kaminari with wide eyes.
"Didn't you see what you just did?!" Kaminari practically shouted; he sounded awestruck and elated as he got right into Izuku's personal space. Izuku jumped a little and backed up in his seat. His smile went lopsided and his eyes went wide with surprise.
Hitoshi responded quickly by grabbing the back of Kaminari's collar. "Back up!"
"I'm sorry, but did you seriously miss that? Zuku, that pen just like… floated into your hand when you were looking away."
"What?" Izuku blinked. "I think you're mistaken." Izuku gave a little awkward laugh.
"No, no, I saw it."
"Well, then you must be seeing things." Hitoshi quickly joined in.
Kaminari looked at Izuku, Izuku just shrugged silently and started to write. Kaminari frowned and turned to Hitoshi before looking back at Izuku. "Are you sure you don't have a quirk?"
"If I had a quirk, I would have known about it by now, Kami."
"But… I saw-"
"-I'm going to have to agree with Hichan, Kami, you might just be seeing things."
Kaminari looked back over at Hitoshi. Hitoshi just shrugged. "You… maybe I am…" Kaminari calmed down and sat back in his seat. However; Hitoshi didn't miss the way Kaminari was opening and closing his hand like he was trying to pull something to him.
"Okay, you two problem children ready?" Aizawa asked as he stood between Izuku and Hitoshi.
"Yes!" Izuku was practically vibrating with excitement. He was jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. Meanwhile, Hitoshi was on the calmer side as he started to lower himself down.
Both boys had one of Aizawa's scarves around their necks. They both had the scarf wrapped around their arms, poised and ready to strike. They were both getting better with the capture weapons. They weren't masters, far from it, but they were better. "Remember, don't strangle each other- go!" Aizawa jumped back swiftly. A scarf went flying. Hitoshi's scarf managed to wrap around Izuku's wrist. With a grunt, Hitoshi went to pull Izuku in.
'Izuku's allowing it?' Aizawa wondered.
Well it turns out there was a method to Izuku's madness. He allowed Hitoshi to bring him, just so he could throw a low stomach punch. The punch looked soft, well as soft as a punch can be, but it still was close enough to Hitoshi's genitals that it made Hitoshi instantly double over with a loud "Gah! You titanic ass!"
Hitoshi then lowered himself to the ground while holding his pelvic area where Izuku had punched. A low groan leaving his mouth.
Izuku's hands went to his mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!"
Aizawa's lips upturned just a little as he tried to hold back a laugh. "Okay…" Letting out a breath, Aizawa straightened himself back up. "Izuku, your movement was smart and analyzed. You let Hitoshi believe he was going to wrangle you in and you used that to his advantage. You even remembered to go for his…er… weak spot."
"Fuck!" Hitoshi let out a growl while still holding on to his pelvic area. "Don't act like you aren't enjoying this, dad!"
Aizawa couldn't help it. He chuckled a little. Quickly he stabilized himself before shaking his head. "Nope. Not enjoying it."
Izuku suddenly let out a gasp before he started laughing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh-I-" a snort left his mouth and he started to chortle. Hitoshi simply raised one hand up and then pointed his middle finger up in the air directed in Izuku's direction.
"Alright. Alright." Aizawa walked over and offered his hand. Hitoshi took it. "But you've learned a lesson, Hitoshi. Never underestimate your opponent. When you're out there fighting villains, it doesn't matter if that villain looks like a little pigtailed girl, you never underestimate what they can do."
"Right."
"Good." Aizawa backed up. "Now, I want you two to try again."
Hitoshi nodded and started to reel the capture weapon back to his arms. Izuku jumped back several steps and lowered himself to the ground. This time it seemed Izuku was going to use his capture scarf as he let it snack down just a bit below his arms. 'Or he could be using it as a ruse.' Aizawa stuck his hands inside his pockets and narrowed his eyes.
Once both boys were in their battle stance, Aizawa took a big step back. "Go!"
This time it was Izuku who moved first. He was charging, but that was his downfall. In one quick movement Hitoshi had Izuku's right arm completely engulfed in his capture scarf. Hitoshi grunted, turned his heel so his back was too Izuku and used all of his weight to pull Izuku up, off of the ground, and over Hitoshi's shoulder.
Izuku struck the ground shoulder first, smacking it so hard against the dirt that it made a small divot in the grass. Izuku did not give up however. Instead he used this to his own advantage and when he fell, he grabbed a hold of Hitoshi's capture weapon that was still wrapped tightly around his wrist. Izuku managed to get back up on his feet and he tugged on the scarf as hard as he possibly could.
Well, all the muscle gain Izuku got wasn't for naught. Izuku brought Hitoshi down to the ground. However; it seemed that Hitoshi wasn't going to go down that easily. Hitoshi somersaulted and once his legs were close enough he kicked Izuku's legs out from under him. Izuku crashed to the ground and Hitoshi pounced.
No punches were thrown, but the two struggled, turning and tossing in a heap trying to be the one on top.
Aizawa watched with interest. 'Hitoshi… oh. I see now. Clever.'
Hitoshi was being meticulous with how he was doing this. First he would try to pin Izuku to the ground, in which Izuku would undoubtedly find a way to twist his body and flip himself on top of Hitoshi. It was about the third or fourth time Hitoshi managed to get himself on top of Izuku when his grand plan finally came to fruition. "What are you doing?!" Izuku had snapped out in irritation.
"This!-" with both hands wrapped around the ends of his capture scarf, Hitoshi pulled as hard as he possibly could. All of the bands of the capture scarf he managed to wrap around Izuku's limbs seized up. Izuku gasped in shock once he was completely captured. His limbs up in the air, useless in battle.
"You… even avoided my neck…" Izuku mumbled. "Impressive!"
"Impressive indeed. You managed to wrap Izuku up without him knowing. You used the fact that Izuku would try and wrestle you against him and tangled him up. Giving you the opportunity. That being said. I wouldn't rely too heavily on that. Most people will kick, punch, and bite you to get out. That being said, Izuku, you aren't using your capture weapon, Why?"
Izuku made a face. "Sorry, dad. I've just been going for more head on approaches, but I'll try and use it a little more."
"Hm. I know you're apprehensive about the capture weapon because you aren't that good at it, but you can't get better if you don't try."
"Yeah, you're right!"
"Alright, that's enough for tonight, the sun is setting and I've got a patrol I have to be on in a few hours."
Both boys sighed in relief. Hitoshi didn't let Izuku go right away however; "Oh, right before I forget-" With one swift jab of his fist, Hitoshi got Izuku right in the pelvis. Then he released the capture weapon from around Izuku.
Izuku let out a cry of pain. "You dick!" he then wrapped both arms around his pelvis. "Fuck, that hurt!"
Aizawa wanted to be mad, really, he did, but he couldn't. Still, what Hitoshi did was still wrong… if not a little funny. "Hitoshi that was uncalled for, training was over, fifteen laps around the yard."
"Worth it." Hitoshi shrugged and immediately started jogging.
It took a minute or two, but Izuku eventually got back to his feet. Once the pain subsided he approached Aizawa. "Hey, dad, can I talk to you?"
"Of course."
"Uh…It's rather strange, but… I… I don't know."
Aizawa put his hands on his hips. "C'mon kid, speak actual sentences I can understand."
Izuku sighed and looked at his fingers. "I think…I think I'm missing another memory."
"What?" Aizawa stiffened almost immediately. "How can you tell? Is it recent or are you missing another childhood memory?"
"Recent. I think. I don't know…I'm so confused, that's the problem." Aizawa could see it written all over Izuku's face. The concern and confusion that was.
"Okay, when did this happen?"
"A week ago."
"And you're telling me this now?"
"Well, like I said: I'm so confused I couldn't tell if I was only dreaming or if I'm actually missing a memory, but I think I am." Izuku grabbed his hair a little and twisted a curly lock around one of his fingers.
"Okay… Okay. Why do you think you're missing a memory? Let's start with that."
"It's hard to… to explain really, but I have this vague feeling of being… excited over something. Something I know I was going to tell Hichan. I don't know what though. It's not like losing a train of thought, this feels deeper than that." Izuku whispered urgently to his father.
"What do you remember? What part of your memory do you think is blank?"
"I remember… being really restless one night. I couldn't sleep, so I got up to get some food."
"Was I home?"
"No. You were on patrol. I remember that."
'So, last Tuesday, I think.' Aizawa made a mental note. "Okay, you got some food."
"Well…then I woke up to Hitoshi waking me the next morning."
"Hm…" Aizawa thought for a moment. "What time did you go to eat?"
Izuku shook his head. "Around four-thirty, I think. It's all… weirdly fuzzy." Izuku felt himself start to talk with his hands as he made wild movements.
"... wait, did you go to eat the leftover fried pork?"
Izuku snapped his fingers. "Yes, I remember that!"
"Okay, so here's the thing. I found that pork in the trash that morning when I returned home. Do you remember throwing it out."
"No. According to Hichan I stormed into his room but then I got this blank look on my face and just left."
"That's…less than ideal. That's actually horrifying to hear. We might need to set up another appointment for a memory specialist."
Izuku's shoulders slumped at those words. "Urg, not another one of those specialists."
"I know you hate them, but it's best we make sure you don't have some sort of amnesia or disease."
"Yeah, but they poke and prod through my memories. It just makes me feel violated."
"I know, but it's for the best, okay? Just know that me and Hitoshi will be right there with you."
Izuku nodded. "Okay. Okay. Yeah, I'll endure it." He breathed out before moving his fingers through his hair. "I'm… I'm gonna go shower, now. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh-" Izuku went to turn, but he stopped and quickly turned back around. That was when Izuku wrapped his arms around Aizawa's torso. "I won't lie… I'm a little scared…" Izuku muttered softly against Aizawa's chest. A soft sigh left Aizawa's nose before he lightly raked his fingers through Izuku's wild curls.
"You'll be fine. Like I said, Hitoshi and I will be right there."
"Not about that…'' The mumble lightly rumbled against Aizawa's chest. "What if I lose my memories of you or Hichan too? The last thing I want is to be as confused as I was seven years ago. No memories, no real sense of identity or worth…"
"You won't-" Aizawa started to run his fingers through Izuku's hair in a more soothing way. "-I'll make sure of it."
They went to a memory specialist, not even a week later. Izuku groaned as he held on to his spinning head. God, how he hated memory specialists. The woman in question was someone Izuku hadn't met before. Her quirk was a little different from all the others he'd been too in the past. She could look through his memories like looking at a film, kind of like Sir Nighteye's quirk.
Ms. Watasumi was her name. She was a pretty woman, thin, and tall, with deep teal colored hair and tiger orange eyes. In order for her quirk to work, she had to keep all ten fingers on her client and both of them had to be very still. She preferred to keep her fingers on her client's scalp. The downside of her quirk was that the longer she looked the more sickly feeling her client would get. For Izuku, right now it was dizziness.
Aizawa had saved her one night and so this session was free.
"You had every right to come to me, Eraserhead." Watasumi said as she sat down in her own seat and started to write on a chart. "A memory was removed." Watasumi sighed and rubbed at her nose.
"I'm not doubting you, but how can you tell?" Hitoshi inquired suddenly. He walked over to Izuku and quietly grabbed his hand. "I mean the other doctors just said his memory was up and gone."
"Yes, well, my quirk is different. I see memory as a film. Izuku's memory from a week ago has been… burned so to say."
"Burned? That's a new one." Aizawa shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, it's not that new, at least not to me, if I can be honest with you." Watasumi reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of thick black reading glasses. "Someone took the effort to remove his memories. "It's like… there's something there that they don't want him to know."
"I just wanted to get a midnight snack." Izuku mumbled weakly. "How is that grounds for a memory removal?"
"I don't know…" Watasumi pursed her lips to the side. "But someone saw fit to remove it."
Aizawa chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Can you tell if maybe Izuku got hit by a stray quirk?"
"Or…it could be the same person who took his memories seven years ago." Hitoshi offered up suddenly.
"That's right…" Watasumi leaned down and opened her bottom drawer. "It's mentioned in your file that you're missing five years of memories- well… give or take three years. Regardless; it could be possible that someone had a long term quirk put on Izuku… but it doesn't make much sense to me." She read through the file. "Whoever did this wanted Izuku to forget something of great importance…"
Everyone frowned at the doctor's words. "... how do we fix it?" Aizawa finally questioned. "Because I don't want Izuku to keep losing his memories."
Watasumi smiled a little. "Izuku, there's a vending machine in the waiting room." Watasumi reached into her purse and pulled out a couple of yen. "Go get yourself a ginger ale to clear up your dizziness. Hitoshi, go with him. Get yourself someone as well."
Both boys looked at each other, shrugged, and grabbed the money. "Thanks. We'll go and wait in the waiting room then." Hitoshi said before grabbing Izuku's hand and leading him away. Once the door was shut, Watasumi looked at Aizawa. "Izuku isn't going to like this. I already know he doesn't like memory appointments, so he's going to hate what I have planned."
"Oh boy." Aizawa sighed in annoyance.
"Like I said. I see things in film. Izuku's film is burnt… but, what I can do, that not a lot of people know, is that the longer I have with my client I can actually fix the film myself."
"What? Can you?"
"Yep. I had this little boy come in. He couldn't be older than twelve. He had a younger sister. His sister had the quirk to remove and replace memories so to say. Poor girl, it wasn't her fault, but she made him forget every single one of his family members. Like I said. I've seen burnt film before, and this is how I know Izuku's memories were taken by force. It took… roughly six sessions but I got the boy's memories back in order."
"That's incredible. When can we start the first session?"
"Yes, I'm glad you're on board, Eraserhead, but there are things I should tell you before we start signing. What I'm doing is going to be extremely invasive. I have to go through Izuku's memories and basically stitch them back together piece by piece. This involves going into repressed memories. Also, this has to be a once a month deal. If not once every two months. Izuku got dizzy after just ten minutes of me going through his memories. During these appointments I'll be doing it for an hour at a time."
"Meaning he's going to be out of commission-"
"For roughly two days afterwards, yes."
"God…" Aizawa made a face before lightly scuffing his foot against the tilted floor. "But it can be done in one session? I mean it only took you six months to get the other kid to remember his whole family."
"That depends."
"On?"
"Those missing five years of his life. I can repair those, you know. It's just gonna take a while and a lot of patience."
Aizawa shoved his hands into his pocket before looking out at the waiting room. Hitoshi was sitting on a chair while Izuku sat on the floor between Hitoshi's legs. Izuku had his eyes closed while he held onto a can of ginger ale. "...Let's get them into UA first. We'll discuss appointments afterwards."
"-Change!"
"Tora, my boy-"
"Change!" Izuku ran as fast as his legs would allow him towards All Might. Izuku knew he must have looked crazed as he charged towards his mentor. There Toshinori stood on the beach in his buffed up form ready to start for their day. Izuku was all for it, but today was different. Today, he was being followed. Izuku could feel his heart pounding away as he made a bee-line for All Might. "Change back! Hurry!"
Toshinori didn't even question it. There was an explosion of smoke before Toshinori was back in his skinny form. It was right on time as the moment All Might disappeared Izuku's stalker rounded the corner.
"Ah-ha!" Hitoshi declared, like he had caught Izuku in some great scandal. Izuku had his hands on his knees, doubled over while sucking in several greedy breaths. He looked from Izuku to Toshinori. "If I…" Hitoshi sucked in his own deep breaths as he walked past Toshinori and towards Izuku. "If I didn't know any better-" Hitoshi swallowed hard and then pointed at Izuku. "I'd say you were trying to get rid of me."
"Hichan! I'm offended!" Izuku jumped to his feet and put his hand on his chest. "How could you even say such things-"
"Oh, shut it, you ass!" Hitoshi shoved Izuku to the sandy ground of the beach. He then turned to Toshinori. "What's with Skeletor here?"
"I don't know him." Izuku quickly stood and grabbed Hitoshi's shoulders. "Really."
"He's smoking-"
"It's probably his quirk. Stop harassing people, Hichan."
Hitoshi huffed. "But Zuchan!"
"Stop whining." Izuku spun Hitoshi around and started to lead Hitoshi away from the beach. "I jogged with you like you wanted-
"-More like ran away from me."
"-now go home."
"But dad's on a mission!" Hitoshi whined before throwing his head back a bit. "I'll be all alone for hours."
"Then take those hours to train, like I am."
"Em!" Hitoshi grunted in response. "Bitch."
"Bastard. Now beat it!" Izuku shoved Hitoshi down the alleyway. "I'll be home by six!"
"I hate you!"
"You love me!"
Once Hitoshi was finally out of sight. Izuku slumped his shoulders. "Jesus Christ." He breathed out slowly.
"...Was that your brother?" Toshinori inquired after a few seconds of silence between the two of them.
"My twin? Yep! That's him. He's been… really clingy as of late. Sorry about all that by the way."
"Wow you two do not look alike, but at the same time I see the similarities…" Izuku raised an eyebrow at Toshinori. "I mean. It's there. You have green hair and green eyes; he has purple hair and purple eyes. You both have genetics that match your hair and eye color."
"You said it, not me." Izuku raised his hands with a smile. He then started to stretch his shoulders. "Anyways, back to it?"
"Of course! Young Tora!"
Izuku was buzzing. 'One more month. One more month!' his mind would constantly yell and scream at him. One more month until the entrance exams for UA to start. Everyone was abuzz really. They had just finished their last projects and turned in their history project last week. So, all that was left was studying for finals and bulking up to the best of their ability. The beach was getting cleaner and cleaner each day, but not clean enough, not to Izuku's liking that was.
'If I spend five hours cleaning today: I can get a small section cleaned, but not enough. No. no. I should spend longer if I can. One more month, I have one more month to get this beach as clean as I possibly can and to pack on more muscles.'
"Izuku-" He felt a hand on his head and his head was twisted so he was facing his father again. "Pork belly?" His father said softly as he showed the plate of pork belly strips in front of his nose.
"...Yes, please."
"Okay." Aizawa put three strips of Pork Belly on Izuku's plate before walking away. Izuku shook his head and quietly poked at his egg yolk, breaking it and spilling the yellow nectar down the pork belly strips. Hitoshi took his seat next to Izuku and soon Aizawa sat down just as well.
At first there was silence as everyone just quietly ate. Izuku dipped his pork belly into his egg yolk before putting it into his mouth.
Aizawa sipped at his coffee before heavily sighing. He then placed his mug down with a soft 'clink' against the wooden table. "Okay, I think it's time we talked about UA."
Izuku paused mid-bite; Hitoshi stopped with his chopsticks in his mouth.
"You two will not be taking the entrance exam. It's too dangerous and it's biased towards those with quirks. I wish I could get you in on recommendation, but I'll be honest with you both, even with my recommendation you will be laughed at out of the room. So, I talked to Nedzu about this. You are going to show your capabilities in front of Nedzu. Hitoshi, he wants to see your quirk and how far you've come along with the capture weapon, as well as how fast and capable you can handle yourself. Izuku-"
Izuku stiffened in his seat.
"-Nedzu knows you're quirkless and even though he was a little apprehensive I managed to talk him into seeing you just as well. He wants to see your capabilities in battle, just like Hitoshi, and he was interested in your reaction times. This will take place the day after UA exams so the schedules don't get mixed up. Train. Train. Train. I mean it, you two. I really wish I could train you guys more than I already have but with the exam's coming and finals… Me, Nemuri, and Hizashi are all swamped. Focus on your strengths."
Both boys looked at each other then nodded. "We're going to do our best, dad!" Hitoshi grinned; determination lit brightly behind his lavender eyes.
"Good, and I know you both will."
I HOPE Y'ALL ARE READY FOR THE ENTRANCE EXAMS! I know I am!
