A/N: Welp, I am an idiot. I didn't know how the system works so when I checked back on my story, I saw that it was a bloody mess because there's literally NO seperator for seperated parts. I'll fix it. But as an apology, enjoy an extra posting.
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The assembly hall buzzes. Every students with the exception of 1-A are here, alerted and confused.
Hitoshi looks over at Morioka. She keeps holding on to her phone, waiting for a call from her friend. He can't help but let out a sigh. The boy was keeping his distance from her and for a while, it seemed like a good idea. But no amount of distance can erase the stolen glances from her. He can't unseen what has already been a fact.
She cares. That much he knows.
It doesn't feel fair to him either that he's doing this to her. Morioka did virtually nothing to deserve this, but Hitoshi is not going to sacrifice anything until he is sure that she is worth it.
'You alright?' The boy asks, looking forward.
Midnight went to USJ with a majority of their teachers. He can't say if that's a good thing or not. She's a great hero, but if she has to come out, then the villain might be more than just petty thugs.
Morioka cracks a sad smile at him. 'I'm fine…' she informs, 'Just worried'
'Hey… I want to ask you something' Hitoshi starts, 'About that friend of yours, do you have a crush on him?'
'W-What!?'
He flinches, signaling her to simmer down. The entire auditory was looking at them, eager to find out who was the one making a ruckus and why.
'W-Why do you say that?' Morioka hisses.
'So, you don't?'
'I do! But that's not the point!'
The boy interlocks his fingers and stares down on the wooden ground. 'It is the point though' he sadly states, 'Morioka, I think you're a bit blinded when it comes to him'
'Blinded?'
'Yeah. You know, you're smart. I saw your notes for class work-'
'Thank you?'
'But you're completely irrational when it comes to him. Like your brain stop working or something-'
'That's not true'
Hitoshi shrugs, looking away from her. 'Cuz you're not being objective about this. You make him sound like a saint, Morioka. It's a bit alarming'
The girl returns her attention to her phone, lips pursed. Not wanting to disrupt her apparent focus, he stays quiet. In hindsight, he could have been nicer about it. However, after witnessing her becoming hysteric over the news of U.S.J. Hitoshi decided that he can't let it go.
He might be keeping his distance but for him, this feels like the least he could do for her. Better the heartbreak coming from someone she calls friend than from the actual kid.
The moment news reached of their teachers' return, it did not take long for her to practically bolts out of the gym to find Midoriya. Her footsteps echo loudly through the hall. Hana can hear her own heavy breath resonating against the walls. She barges into the infirmary, no consideration for etiquette.
'Midoriya-san!' she searches for him.
'Morioka-san?'
Hana stops to study him. Midoriya seems worried, but she can't peel her attention from his bandaged arm. She swallows hard. There really isn't much she could say to make it better – to make her feel better. Midoriya has a wry smile on his face, making her completely mental. These emotions that are strangers to her, these emotions that are not at all clear, these emotions that are a blend of anger, frustration and hurt, they come with his wry smile. Hitoshi's words echo in her ears. She wants to ask herself why she's feeling this way. She usually feels happy when she sees him or thinks about him but looking at Midoriya in front of her now just make her heart break.
'Who is this young lady?'
The sudden question breaks their gaze from each other.
'Oh, she's a friend of mine' he answers, attempting to get out of the bed.
'You should rest, Midoriya-kun' Recovery Girl warns him.
Hana stands still, struggling to process her feelings. She knew that Midoriya was brave but she never knew he was foolish as well. She should have concluded from his love for heroes that he will try to pull something like this. Yet she fails to notice it. She doesn't like that. She doesn't like that he has become an exception. Maybe Hitoshi was right. Maybe she is blinded when it comes to him.
'I'm okay' Midoriya hesitantly speaks, 'It's alright so you don't have to worry about me, Morioka-san'
She doesn't speak. Doesn't really know how to. She imagines how she'd feel if he's ever in the same situation. Can she really get used to something like this? Is it something that improve over time?
'Young Midoriya, it might be best if she leaves'
She looks to her left – to the source of another voice. Her eyes glooms at the sight of the injured man sitting up on the bed. Hana know the moment she laid eyes on him, what this man really is – the cause of everything.
'Did he get injured trying to save you?' she asks, slowly registering a man in beige coat standing next to the bed, scanning her from head to toe – a detective, she deduced.
'I didn't, Morioka-san. It's not like tha-'
'Did he get injured trying to save you, All Might?' Hana repeats.
Their faces whiten from the shock. Silence befalls the room that gradually turns into a condensed mass of tension.
'How did you…' All Might speak up but Hana was faster.
'The moment I stepped in here Midoriya-san has been consistently looking at you, then me and so did the detective standing over there,' she says, carefully gestures to the man in coat, 'everyone is obviously nervous about my presence. Either it means I'm dangerous, or you have something to hide, or both-'
'Morioka-san-'
'-there are around 20 teachers in this high school 11 of whom went to USJ to rescue the students. All Might, including you that makes 12. Of all the teachers that return, I saw no one resembling the number one hero. There isn't anyone in our faculty that resemble your appearance. You can't just waltz into school either, we have the U.A. barrier for that. Thanks to last week little chaos, I found out' Hana breaths in, restraining herself from looking at Midoriya.
Her hands shake, so she clenches them together.
'Your presence here in the infirmary is strongly suggestive that you might be who I thought you are despite your look. I never saw All Might walking around school for more than a few hours. You don't homeroom any class. There could be a reason why you aren't readily available to the students. I wasn't sure what that reason is until I saw Midoriya-san looked at you. I've answer your question now answer mine. Did you get him hurt?'
'Morioka-san!'
'Don't get involved!'
Hana shouts as she turns her attention to the angry voice Midoriya just aimed at her.
She understands why he's mad. She understands she is being rude, but she would still ask the same question, say the same thing, and get mad all the same if she has to do it all over again. She doesn't want to see him like this. For the first time, she sees him and sees that he too is blinded by his admiration for this man.
'Well that, is some sharp observation' the detective remarks, 'But don't worry, miss. It is unfortunate that Midoriya-san was hurt during this incident but we assure you, the teachers and I will do everything in our power to look into this matter, so let's talk about this-'
'So, you can shut me up?' She scoffs, trembling as she takes on last look at Midoriya.
She needs to understand this. She needs to sit down and understand herself. She needs to have an inner conversation about how Hitoshi was right. She let her own admiration for Midoriya control her thought process. That's not good. Hana wipes the tears off her face and exits the room. The inside of her head burns to the point it feels like explosion is inevitable.
'Morioka-san!'
Midoriya calls from behind, but she ignores him and walks a little bit faster.
'Morioka-san! Stop! I want to talk!'
Hana grunts, halting herself.
The sound of his footsteps slowly catches up to her.
Ironic how now she would trade anything now to not have to talk to the one person with whom before she would have given the world for a never-ending conversation.
'Morioka-san. About All Might, please don't tell anyone' Midoriya pleas, much to her standing irritation.
'I won't' she replies, disappointed 'Is that all?'
'N-no'
She stares into his eyes. Midoriya seems troubled.
She doesn't want him to be. It hurts her just as much as it hurts him to be like this. Even Hana can't comprehend what she is feeling right now and his worrying eyes just add fuel to the fire.
'What do you want to talk about then?' she asks, part hopeful but mostly prepared.
'I-I'm sorry' apologizes her friend.
'For what?'
'For making you worried'
'I wasn't worried' Hana inhales sharply, 'I was terrified. I-What will I do if something happens to you? You're my friend. I don't know what I should do if you keep getting hurt like this'
Midoriya grips down on the helm of his shirt.
'It's not All Might's fault though' he sighs, 'It's just… I couldn't control my Quirk very well yet-'
'Then you shouldn't have used it. Those guys you went up against were villains. They're not there to play. They're there to hurt you. If the teacher weren't there, you could have been dead! Do you understand that?'
'Yes'
Midoriya looks at her, something shines in his eyes. 'Which is why I'll become stronger, so that no one can hurt my classmates or All Might anymore' he says.
The answer he gave pierces a hole in her heart.
'That's not it' she shakes her head, 'Go back, Midoriya-san. Get some rest'
Hana turns around, preparing herself to leave for the dorm.
'Wait. I'll walk you back first' he says, following by her side.
'No' declines the Hana as she bites down on her lips, 'Go get some rest. I can get home by myself. I don't think I want to be near you right now, Midoriya-san'
She didn't think such a thing would happen, not when she became a student like this. She knew that being a hero is dangerous and that one day, Midoriya will have to face this kind of injury, but she also thought that such a day would be after his graduation when he's properly prepared.
After today, things have changed.
After today she needs to think about their relationship and how if something like this ever happen again, is it really going to be worth it for her to maintain that relationship. They are not in the same class, they don't live in the same world. She needs to know how she can continue to be his friend and how he can continue to be hers.
It's not going to be easy, and it's not going to be short, but for both of them she needs to really give this a careful thought.
Hitoshi checks his phone again before searching at the station's entrance gate for a familiar face he waited two hours for. She hasn't shown up. The boy contemplates on coming back to U.A. to ask if anyone has seen Morioka. She didn't ask him to wait for her, but after she ran off to search for her friend, he thought it might be a good idea to stay with her anyway. If she decides she wants to get hurt, he might as well be there to cushion her fall. Not the healthiest relationship, but Hitoshi'd rather see her smile than let her suffer alone from something he knows will come.
It's seven thirty right now.
The station is getting more unbearable to be in. Busy salaries men are going to come around soon and there is still no sign of her.
He types on his phone but deleting the text before it even gotten sent.
The boy presses on her phone number and watches as their call connects.
'Hello?' Morioka voice comes from the other side.
'Where are you?' Hitoshi speaks into the device, barely able to contain his concern and slight annoyance.
'I'm at home right now' she answers.
The boy lets out a sigh of relieve. At least he knows she didn't run into any perverted man strolling about the street.
'Why? Did you need something?' questions his friend. Her voice sounds curt if not somewhat rude.
'It's nothing' Hitoshi replies, 'I just wanted to check if you are okay. I'll see you at school tomorrow'
He lowers the phone, about to turn off the call when her voice comes through again. The boy puts it back next to his left ear while covering his right so as to hear her better over the noisy footsteps of people passing through the gates.
'Where are you right now?' Morioka asks, her voice seems to be calmer now.
'At the station'
He tells her, a bit hesitated. He never told her that he'll be waiting. This might be a nuisance for her if she wanted to be alone.
'Were you waiting for me?'
Hitoshi listens to the short gasp from the other side. 'Yeah' he confesses, 'I got…. worried'
'Oh my- You should have told me, Hitoshi-san!' Morioka becomes flustered, 'Oh what should I do? Should I go meet you there? I'll just grab my jacket-'
'Why are you coming here, idiot?' chuckles the happy boy, 'Just stay at home. As long as you got back safely, that's good enough. Imma hang up'
'Oh… Okay!' she chortles, 'Guess I'll see you tomorrow then! Bye, Hitoshi-san!'
Hitoshi smirks as he turns around to check the time for his train home. He watches the crowd of salary men passes by noisily and grumpily. Usually, he would have hated to be near them at this hour. It means he wouldn't have any space to breathe let along stand inside the cabin. Today, however, things are a little bit different. Today, he's a little bit different. Strange how an unexpected person can make you change so much, but the boy doesn't hate this surprising shift in his heart.
He taps his card and passes through the gate as well.
'See you tomorrow' – three words that he didn't think would make him so happy. Slowly, the boy lowers his phone again.
'Yeah. See you tomorrow, Morioka'
