...This was supposed to be a one-shot thing, but here I am, apparnelty turning this into a collection. How? Why? I don't even know.
This one - like I said, I don't even know, so please don't hate me for it. I'm going crazy.

Wonderland Tea Party: Thanks a lot! I'm so glad you liked it (and yes, these dorks are so precious)

SaltyCandy: Thanks mate! Happy to hear you enjoyed it! ^^

Anyway, here's (apparently) a new chapter about these dorks. Hope you all enjoy

Tensions were high during the sports festival, as Shinso tried to prove himself.
The fact his father and uncle were watching didn't ease him at all.

"Ohhh, he's up next!" Yamada looked down at the sheet of paper, eyes wide. The microphone was turned off for the moment as there was a short break before the one on one battles.

"…Against whom?" Aizawa mumbled lowly, glancing at the paper.

"Izuku Midoriya," there was a faint hint of worry in the blonde's voice, but it quickly turned into amusement. "Quite the pair, wouldn't you say?" Mic looked at his friend, only to find the seat empty and heard the doors close. A small smile was on his lips as he looked down at the sheet again and let out a sigh.

He was sitting by the table, eyes closed and taking steady breathes. He's gotten this far, he'll get even further. He'll show them. A slow exhale, and he knew time was up – his match would start soon.

"Just you watch," Hitoshi said to himself, standing and looking at a poster of the arena on the wall. "I'll show you all."

As he exited the waiting room, he was surprised to find Shota standing there, leaning on the wall opposite the room. Shinso's eyes opened slightly as he swallowed, but regained himself soon after.

"The match is about to start… Shouldn't you be up with Uncle Mic?" Hitoshi asked, keeping his voice low and trying to avert his eyes.

"I figured I'd come see you," Aizawa said in an equally low tone, but his eyes were on the boy in front of him.

"…If you're worried about that student of yours-," he would have gone on, if Eraser hadn't stopped him.

"I'm not," Aizawa said flatly, but almost hurt. "He can handle himself fine – don't underestimate him," he added quickly. "I'm here to tell you-" this time, the teacher stopped himself and let out a small sigh. "To tell you, no matter what happens, we'll be with you. Just don't lose sight of what's important."

"And what is important?" the spike of anger didn't surprise either, as Hitoshi's eyes burned.

"…To show them who you really are."

"How'd it go?" Mic asked as he heard the door open, never taking his eyes off the arena.

"Well enough," Shota said as he sat down.

"Don't tell me you had a fight," Yamada actually turned, disappointment on his face.

"No, we didn't," Aizawa said calmly, watching as the students closed in on the arena. "I just gave him a pep talk."

"…" Mic blinked a few times before snorting. "You do realize your pep talks are really shitty," he continued to smirk despite the glare he received.

"We'll just have to see what happens, won't we?" Hizashi added, before taking hold of his microphone to continue his usual announcement.

As soon as the fight started, the two knew what would happen. It wasn't hard to provoke Izuku, but the way Hitoshi went about it…

They both went about this, pretending not to know what was really going on. Mic did a spectacular job, and Eraser managed to get his annoyance with the entrance exam in. He really didn't like how they went about it, how it caused many students to fail, despite having powerful and very good Quirks. How Hitoshi never stood a chance and had to join in with General Studies.

And when Midoriya managed to snap out of the control he was under… Well, safe to say pretty much everyone was surprised. Shinso included. And after that, Izuku managed to stop answering Hitoshi's questions. Let it never be said Izuku wasn't one of the smarter students around.

The raw emotion and the fiery way Shinso fought after he couldn't get Midoriya to speak seemed to freeze everyone as they held their breaths. But Hitoshi wasn't strong enough in hand-to-hand combat, so he lost and then everything was alive again.

As Mic did his job, Shota couldn't help but see the frustration on the boy's face as he laid where he was thrown, eyes glaring at the sky above.

Aizawa was already standing up before Shinso left the arena, but he did hear the cheer of his classmates and the chatter of pro heroes. Despite himself, Shota smiled as he could see the entrance to the arena. Hitoshi seemed more convinced than ever to become a hero and was more than ready to work for it. Everyone could see it.

"…You did well," Aizawa said as the boy walked closer, a rare look of content on his face.

"Thanks," Shinso let out a weak chuckle, looking at the ground.

"You're also not wrong about being able to transfer," at the word, the student looked up in surprise. "But it won't be easy, especially for someone like you."

"I know that," he clenched his fist, eyes determine. "But I won't let it stop me. It didn't stop you."

Shota closed his eyes and smiled under the bandages. That fire he thought had died a while ago seemed to have finally been rekindled.

"I'll speak to Principle Nezu. We'll work on your physical strength," Aizawa stepped closer and saw the relief on the boy's face. "I'm proud of you," he said and pulled him into a slightly awkward hug. Neither was much for it, but they both knew it was the thought that counted. "Never stop trying to reach your dreams."

"R-Right," Hitoshi nodded, biting his lip. "I promise. I'll get stronger and I will be a hero."

"I know you will."

So... Yeah. I tried. Drinking coffee and writing in the morning does weird stuff to me. Still, I might do some more, but I'm not even sure? I'm blabbering again...
Okay, so, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! Consider reviewing would you? I love to hear what people think of my writing!