"Bring out 20% here?" Mystifed, Midoriya furrows his brow at All Might.
"Yep let's go plus ultra!" All Might cheers cutting him off raising his fist into the high heavens.
"But…I already told you. If I move at 20% my body can't hold up and I'll be unable to move…that's why I've been focused on improving my physical condition…" Conflicted, Midoriya furrows his brow analysing his next move, brow furrowed at his next move of improvement. He had to do better, he had to be better, he had to after his embarrassment last time. He was meant to help, he was supposed to help save Eri but in the end all he was, was in the way while Bombarda had to fight Chisaki if he could have reached a higher percentage. She may not have had to lose her hand he may have he may have…
"Come on plus ultra! Yes from that position right there unleash your power!" All Might snaps him out of his thoughts as his furrows his brow and nods his head determined as the two begin their training…
Quietly, Sayako stares up at the shimmering stars above after today's training, she grimaces at the sheer soreness of her body begging, beseeching for her through aches to console them for their hard work today. Close combat training could be crazy she had to admit, to be a bawler required a whole other level of pain tolerance…still from what Haneul had told her this wasn't proper close combat training, this was medium a different style that perhaps would have worked for Sayako, seems to her Haneul was really only preparing her for the trial to come when it came to the hell of having Bombarda train her. She didn't know how to feel about that, a part of her was excited sure but another part of her was petrified at the hell she would endure from that woman…
Surprised, Sayako gasps at the sudden lilac figure shooting out from the tree taking her aback as the startled Sayako falls flat on her behind, her voice not reaching her as she places her hand on her chest while the other steadies herself as she stares up at the Cheshire crooked grin of…
"Shinso the hell!?" Harshly, Sayako snaps at the lilac haired hair simply staring at her as he dangles from the tree before dropping down before her.
"I could say the same…" Shinso remarks undeterred as he helps her up.
"What's that meant to mean?" Sayako raises a brow befuddled as she follows him towards a familiar spot spotting a familiar bench.
"How long has this been going on?" Shinso scowls as Sayako sits slumped against the seat raising a brow by Shinso standing.
"What?" Sayako arches a brow befuddled by Shinso's sharp scowl.
"Your bullying!" Shinso snaps making Sayako groan craning her neck back.
"Shinso…" Sayako sighs exhaustion etched into her tired tone.
"Tell me now." Sternly, Shinso demands from the unfazed Sayako simply arching a brow bored.
"Look it's natural." Sighing, Sayako stretches her arm out a bit.
"Natural?" Shinso scowls, his lilacs glaring into her green.
"No I mean look people are going to question why someone like me is still here I don't blame them hell I still question it." Honestly, Sayako confesses to her friend furiously pacing back and forth fury flowing through him. How? How could this happen? Why did it happen? Why did Sayako let it happen!? She would have had that guy in a choke hold for what he said…
"You question it!? Don't. You've worked hard to get here, you've trained to your body breaks you've been through enough Sayako. You deserve to be here." Honestly, Shinso tells her bringing a small smirk to Sayako's lips.
"Shinso…" Sighing, Sayako furrows her brow, a part of her touched almost by his words.
"I mean it Sai I do." Softly, Shinso whispers softly sitting down by her side.
"So do you, don't think I haven't notice your meet ups with Aizawa behind my back at that I'm hurt Toshi." Teasingly, Sayako lightly elbows his side.
"Hilarious as always…" Aloofly, Shinso rolls his eyes at her.
"Hey you better get used to this when you join our class." Cheekily, Sayako winks at him.
"You say that like I'll join the hero course…" Scoffing, Shinso smirks earning a furrowed frown from Sayako.
"Of course you will." Confidently, Sayako states.
"And how do you know that?" Shinso demands from her annoyed.
"Because I know you, I know how hard you work, how smart you are, how kind you are…" Earnestly, Sayako states the fact firmly to him.
"I've seen the guys in your class they're strong…" Shinso furrows his brow.
"Well when you have had villains nearly kill you a fair few times you sort of have to get stronger." Smirking, Sayako shrugs stating the fact.
"…You know what I mean." Mumbling, Shinso grumbles glaring to the side.
"Muscle mass means nothing Toshi besides look at you, don't think I haven't noticed." Smirking, Sayako softly pinches his muscular arms.
"It's nothing." Shyly, Shinso scratches the back of his neck unable to look at her as a shy shimmer of ruby red dusts his cheeks.
"It's not nothing it's progress and don't think I didn't notice you breaking that wood." Sayako offers optimistically.
"It was a small piece that was it a simple stick.." Shinso rubs the back of his neck.
"One of the many stacks of sticks you had to break now come here." Sayako sighs stretching her arms out to him making Shinso sigh almost adjusted to it as he slowly shuffles over, sinking his head into her hands as she looks the taller one over.
"Your bags have gotten heavier." Sayako furrows her brow her fingertips rubbing into his cheeks as he seemingly sinks leans into the warmth of her comforting tender touch.
"I've been busy." Briskly, he brushes it off only making her frown further from it.
"Tosh…" Tenderly, she sighs as he seemingly sinks into her lap.
"I didn't want to bother you." Shyly, Shinso wraps his arms around her lying his head into her lap.
"You never bother me you can come to me moron. You came to me when I needed someone the most seems only fair you can come to me when you need me…" Gently, she combs her fingertips through his hair as he leans into it.
"Can we stay here for a bit?" Hopeful, he asks a faint feverish tint to his crimson cheeks burning brightly as he hides it in her lap.
"…Sure." Smiling, Sayako agrees as no words are needed to be shed further between both of them as hey simply enjoy one another's company…
"Hey I'm back!" Sayako calls out returning to the others smiling shyly at them.
"You're back late." Worried, Momo furrows her brow pouring tea for everyone.
"I was busy how did planning stuff go?" Smirking, she asks taking a seat as she leans over the counter just as Jiro approaches, a towel draped over her shoulders.
"Well thanks to Jiro." Modestly, Momo gestures to Jiro.
"You're exaggerating." Jiro scoffs.
"You should hear her Sayako her teachings were just like those of an expert! Who would've thought Kaminari a complete amateur could learn chord progression in only a week…" Merrily, Momo explains to the smiling Sayako while Jiro blushes between her friends.
"That's great Ji…oh my god." Sayako's giddy green widen when smelling the aroma in the air an aroma she only recalled from her tea time with her father, just the two of them…
"Sayako?" Jiro furrows her brow concern clear on her furrowed features.
"That smell is that…golden tips!?" Excited, Sayako asks the giddy Momo.
"Oh you noticed my mother sent me a care package!" Perkily, Momo reveals said tea.
"But how did you get that!? That's the only black tea said to only exist in dreams gold tips imperial father would always hoard them away and keep them up in a locked cabinet for special occasions!" Amazed, Sayako gushes making Momo blush, a giddy glint just like Sayako's shimmers in her hues at her fellow tea expert as Sayako gushes over it.
"I KNOW RIGHT! Here! You're free to have some anytime." Merrily, Momo hands the tea over to Sayako thanking her as she sits happily enjoying the tea before bed…
Quietly, Sayako stands before the tall, towering building before her, sighing softly, slowly closes her hues, firmly furrowing her brow, collecting, composing herself. She enters the building. She enters the elevator as the receptionist doesn't even bat an eye to the recent returning visit. She enters, not even batting an eye to the contraption glued to the wall where she stabs the combination into it, from her head. Her green gaze down at her fidgeting feet, glad to have used the slip to train to get here…
Slowly, the doors open as she steps forward into the familiar room, well she would call it familiar if not for the redecoration that had taken place year prior to her departure form said residence…but that isn't something she would linger upon, she refused to stay stuck…
She perks up at the sound of movement making her turn, her hues widening when seeing the tall, towering figure of the blonde stumbling forward. Swiftly, Sayako rushes forward towards him, holding him, helping him up.
"Sayako…?" Surprised, Jeanist raises a brow by the sheer sight of his daughter.
"Hey dad…" Shyly, Sayako smiles strained up at him helping him sit down on the sofa seeing some boxes about the area some filled with merch other with clothes and other aspects…
"What brought you here?" Jeanist queries watching her head to the kitchen, turning on the kettle, reaching up on her tippy toes towards the cabinet opening the cabinet to reveal the small tube of coal black with glistening gold accents to it.
"Thought I come visit, my friend Momo brought something to me that made me remember something…" Smiling, Sayako says softly pouring the water into the crisp clear China cups, putting the golden tip leaf's into it.
"What is it?" Jeanist raises a brow.
"Remember the golden leaf tips?" Teasingly, Sayako smirks as she turns to him, showing said silver platter showing the cups of coffee, returning to her side, softly placing the slick silver platter down on the table between both father and daughter.
"Of course." Confidently, Jeanist states the fact firmly watching her softly slide the cup over to him.
"Momo's mother brought some so I thought we could share a cup…for old times sake." Shyly, she smiles sitting down across from him.
"That sounds nice… Thank you. So…how has the arm been fairing?" Fondly, Jeanist whispers softly sipping the tea attentively closing his eyes pleased.
"Interesting to say the least. I've been doing what I can I'm making progress bit by bit." Bluntly, Sayako responds brow furrowed at the memory, grimacing at the pain at the searing sensation of her aching bones and muscles making her groan grimace at her sore muscles from the training, an interlude from Haneul's warnings to what was to come with Bombarda's training.
"Good." Jeanist nods his head approvingly at it.
"And how do you fair?" Sayako quirks her head o the side smiling softly smirking even as she eyes his attire.
"I'm doing what I can your father can been like a mother hen to me however." Tiredly, Jeanist sighs softly slumping his shoulders at the memory exhaustion exasperation even etched into his tired tone. But Sayako simply arches a brow by his words. She could hear the faint fondness within his tentative tone, her father could come off as cold sometimes but even she could hear the warmth in his tentative tone from it. She sees the small shy smirk peering out from the rim of his demin collar.
"Heh…sounds like him." Sayako smirks shaking her head amused almost at the thought tenderly. She knew how her fretful father worried first-hand.
"Indeed it does…I told him I was fine one can live with just one kidney but of course he had to start ranting and raving about the body and such." Sighing, Best Jeanist shakes his head at the memory.
"Well now you know how he feels when you talk about demin." Dubiously, Sayako smirks smugly playing devil's advocate almost at it.
"Very amusing." Jeanist nods his head in agreement as a small coy chuckle escapes his lips after sipping his tea.
"I try…where is father?" Frowning, Sayako asks eyeing the empty room, brow furrowed, she knew the hospital had given him time off to care for Jeanist.
"Went out said he was going to see an old friend." Frowning, Jeanist responds softly sipping the tea tenderly.
"Ah…" Sayako says just as the two perk up at the soft sound of the door opening as both blondes turn towards the familiar brown haired boy, his hues widening when seeing the two beofre him.
"Fath…Sayako?" Startled, Hikaru stares stunned at her, frozen almost at the sheer sight of her.
"Been a while eh Hikaru?" Strained, Sayako smiles at Hikaru slowly arising from her seat turning to him.
"…" Silently, Hikaru stares, sketchpad in his hand clutches tightly to his chest.
"Hikaru has been doing some designs for my return." Jeanist breaks the still silence between both brother and sister.
"Your return?" Sayako raises a brow as she kneels down to her brother's height.
"Yes I plan to release some new clothes to the public with my return and Hikaru had offered to help me." Jeanist explains to Sayako seeing Hikaru take a shaky step back eyeing Sayako's back brow furrowed.
"Is that so? Heh you must be excited…" Strained, Sayako turns to her brother but…
"…" Hardened hazels narrow into a pair of green.
"Hikaru?" Softly, Sayako whispers calling out to him.
"I'm going to my room. Excuse me." Politely, he bows his head and leaves.
"…" Stunned, Sayako stares at the fleeing figure of Hikaru hurt clear on her furrowed features.
"Don't take it to heart he's been working hard lately no doubt the drama of what had happened finally sunk in." Tiredly, Jeanist sighs seeing said boy rush to his room.
"…He hates me doesn't he?" Softly, Sayako whispers pain laced in her tense tone.
"Sayako…" Softly, Jeanist arises as he places his hand on her shoulder softly squeezing her shoulder concern clear on his furrowed features for his daughter.
"…I don't blame him I was a jerk to him." Honestly, Sayako sighs sadly crossing her arms over her chest pain plastered all over her facial features.
"You weren't in the right frame of mind." Sternly, Jeanist reminds her.
"And that's an excuse for being horrible to him?" Hurt, Sayako argues anguished.
"Of course not he's just…unsure." Jeanist sighs.
"Unsure?" Sayako furrows her brow befuddled.
"He doesn't know what state of mind you're in Sayako for all he knows one wrong move and the ice beneath could crack leaving him to drown." Dutifully, Jeanist explains to Sayako.
"I should talk to him." Sayako steps forward furrowing her brow but…
"I think he needs to rest." Jeanist insists taking her aback.
"Yeah just…tell him this for me, there's a cultural festival we're having now I know you can't go but Hikaru…he can. I…I'll keep an eye on him but I just thought…he'd like it." Sayako sighs at her father, seeing the clear hope of an apology in there, a proper one for him at the least for everything…
"Of course." Tsunagu places his hand on her head , knowing that look far too well when it came to seeking forgiveness. Her hues widen from the touch turning to him, seeing the same shade of glassy green in her own shimmering shade, the two had a long road ahead of them to go to seek their own forgiveness from their family from themselves but they were getting there, one step at a time.
"…Alright. Thanks dad." Softly, Sayako whispers bowing her head feeling her father softly squeeze her shoulder before leaving her, heading to Hikaru's room.
"Hikaru, may I come in?" Gently, Jeanist knocks on the door, softly awaiting for the muffled voice of his youngest.
"…Oh sure yeah." Softly, Hikaru allows him entrance as he enters the glistening gleaming room of shimmering stars from the wall seeing the astrological signs hang over him, seeing posters of floral aesthetics from autumn, summer, spring and winter seeing a full bookcase of fairy tales and other mythological lore.
"…May I?" Jeanist gestures to the bed his child sits upon curled up leant against the wall.
"Course." Hikaru nods his head allowing him to sit as he joins his son's side.
"…Are you alright?" Attentively, he asks as he reaches out gently placing his hand on his son's back.
"Yeah just tired…" Tentatively, Hikaru bows his head his temple touching the smooth scratchings of his work.
"Hikaru…" Tenderly, Tsunagu whispers to his son concern clear on his furrowed features his heart aching at his small sniffle.
"Is…is she here?" Anxiously, Hikaru asks his father, furrowing his brow by the tense thought alone at the thought of the shifting tense timid tides of his sister's soft smile to her sharp scowl…
"She's here. She wishes to talk to you." Tentatively, Jeanist reveals to his youngest.
"Is…is she in a good mood?" Meekly, Hikaru asks anxiously at the thought, tense at the thought of his sister's shifting moods, one moment happy the next screaming…he was just so tired of it all…
Silently, Tsunagu listens to his son, seeing his soft nod as his son shyly sighs exhaling exhausted.
"I just…the last we spoke we were okay but now after everything I can't believe I even said that." Honestly, Hikaru confesses embarrassed even at the memory of the hospital bed.
"Said what?" Tsunagu furrows his brow befuddled. When he first awoke, he had demanded to know where Sayako was, when he was told the news…the guilt gnawed away at him even now as he had cried before the crying Kazz, their temples touching holding one another at the grim grave news of their daughter. He was a hero, someone who protected people but when his daughter needed him most.
"He failed her, he didn't save her, he didn't rescue her, she was rescued yes, thank the heavens but a part of her was gone, a part of her had died that day just as his kidney was taken so was her arm…an eye for an eye almost at the strain the two had put upon their family. While one loathed in the bitterness of the past the other strode forward towards the future callously tossing the past aside alongside those within the tentative thread of fate the two shared…
"When she lost her arm I asked where it was it's like I was a kid again I just…" Hikaru tells Tsunagu weeping weakly as he laid upon his father's lap huddled into him.
"Shock can make you do or say strange things Hikaru." Softly, Tsunagu rubs patterns into his son's shoulders, trying to give her some sense of comfort for the boy leaning into the tender touch.
"Things I shouldn't have said." Sniffling, said boy whines weakly.
"And you think Sayako hasn't said things she shouldn't have?" Truthfully, Tsunagu points out.
"…" Hikaru goes silent form his words, furrowing his brow at the memory of his sister's sharp screams, screeches with and without her arm ranging from the man present to the situation present…
"Look your sister has gone through a lot as have you. Kazz and I haven't been the best of parents but…" Tsunagu begins brow furrowed, he hadn't been the father he thought he would be, he had made his fair amount of mistakes he knew that, he knew he had hurt his family deeply from it…
"What are you talking about?" Astonished, Tsunagu jolts up at his son's sharp tone.
"Huh?" Tsunagu blurts out dumbfounded by his son suddenly standing up upon the crescent patterned bed.
"You've been great as great as you can be with our situation!" Scowling, Hikaru argues annoyed.
"Hikaru…" Touched, Tsunagu whispers weakly.
"How were you to know Orochi would run away? How would you know daddy would lose his job? How would you have known any of what was to come?" Cross, Hikaru demands from his father as said male grimaces from his words.
"…Hikaru what I did…" Tsunagu bows his head pained but…
"It wasn't perfect no. You hurt daddy, a lot just as much as you hurt Sayako just as much as you hurt me all for your image acting as if we didn't exist, acting as we were nuisances, burdens even. It hurt dad it hurt a lot and I'll admit I don't remember much of what happened since I was so young but seeing you on screen saying how you were nothing more than ex friends with dad…it hurt. It hurt a lot. However Sayako hurt the family too, with your leave it became a taboo to talk about you, Sayako wouldn't even let me ask about you, it was horrible, the way she spoke about you I just…she said you didn't care about us but…I know you care. In your own way you care, you were the one who got me my crafts, who got me into art programs that people with art quirks tended to go to." Hikaru argues angrily pacing back and forth furious on his bed.
"Hikaru…" Tsunagu attempts to intervene but…
You…you cared when Sayako was attacked at USJ you came rushing to us thinking villains were going to attack our home, you even gave Sayako those gloves that would have hurt her using those strings, you…You've always made sure to call to check how dad was, to pay for what we needed, you would even take us on small private trips when you could. You've always cared in your own way and Sayako never saw it but I did. I saw how you'd look so guilty at dad, at Sayako, I saw you cry over Sayako's bed after the sprots festival…I saw it all." Anguished, Hikaru whimpers weakly running sharply to his father the tears freely falling from the boy.
Hikaru…" Concerned, Tsunagu places his hand on his huffing son trying to calm the boy down.
I just…after everything that's happened I just…I don't know what to say to her now. I'm quirkless and I feel like I can't help her at all, I can't understand what she's going through I can't be…useful." Pained, Hikaru stares sadly at his hands, his sketch tossed to the other side of the bed.
Hikaru listen to me you are useful, if not for your creativity Sayako wouldn't have her costume, if not for you, Sayako may have gone off after Orochi if not for you this family wouldn't have been kept together. You are the glue the foundation in which we are still together and I'm sorry." Saddened, Tsunagu confesses to his son sternly.
Sorry?" Hikaru furrows his brow watching his father reach out to his sketchpad.
A child should not be burdened with such a responsibility and yet I let it happened despite my own teachings of youth despite my own thoughts and beliefs on how to raise children. I thought I could raise the perfect children ad yet all I did was push you away, push Sayako away, push Orochi away." Anguished, Tsunagu confesses to his son startling him.
Dad…" Tentatively, Hikaru sits back down on the bed staring sadly at his father's glassy green anguished.
I may have failed as a father for your childhood, but I want to do better, I want to succeed as a father for your future, for all your futures. Just as I know Sayako wants to do better, she may have failed to be the hero I tried to train her to be to help her accomplish her dream to be a hero but she wants to do better, she has done better bit by bit she's becoming her own person just as you are and I know the two of you will help the future generation in your own way whether it be with your gadgets or your costumes you will help future heroes form across all over with your designs just as I know Sayako will help the future of heroes to be a bright future." Firmly, Tsunagu shows his sketchpad to Hikaru handing it over to him. Hikaru stares stunned at the resolved look in his father's firm face.
…Father…" Hikaru stares shakily down at his sketching's his grip tightening around it.
She really wants you at this festival, perhaps as an apology of sorts for everything. I'm sure your aunt or Kazz wouldn't mind giving you the lift I would but…" Apologetically, Tsunagu bows his head ashamed almost at his helplessness holding his torso.
I know…" Hikaru sighs softly at her father's need of privacy any slip and it could ruin the recovery plan they had for him, it was why Hikaru and her had to hide their father's state to the world to keep him safe.
But to do that you need to trust her. I know she's hurt you in the past I know what it feels like but she wants to do better and I am willing to give her that chance but are you?" Tsunagu asks him as he leans in, taking out a familiar comb bringing a small smile to Hikaru's lips.
Am I?" Taken aback, Hikaru furrows his brow befuddled as his father softly combs his hair to the side softly with a tentative tenderness to it.
It's your decision Hikaru, if you are willing to listen to her as you have me that is. I can't be the one to make you forgive, you yourself may have chosen to forgive me but must choose whether to forgive Sayako or not on your own." Tsunagu explains to his son leaning in gently brushing his hair to the side bringing a small smile to Hikaru's lips closing his eyes at the familiarly of his touch before feeling his father's soft lips upon his temple.
"I know…" Hikaru sighs softly watching his father head to the door, leaving him alone to think…
"Midoriya isn't here…" Frowning, Todoroki takes note of as he and the others prepare for the performance to begin or well they had hoped if not for a certain broccoli head having run late…
"He'll be here." Sayako sighs hoisting the box of screens, lenses and wires with her prosthetic resting it upon her shoulder. She spoke to Todoroki while Aoyama and Kirishima were on standby, the threads connecting them to Sayako at the ready.
"Where is he?" Todoroki furrows his brow clearly concerned for his friend as the two wear the orange shirts connecting the class together.
"I believe he is getting drinks for everyone…" Aoyama recalls posing almost sparkles shimmering around him.
"Right…He's really cutting it close though…" Tentatively, Todoroki points out.
"Indeed." Anxiously, Aoyama joins in smiling regardless as Sayako eyes the two.
"What could he be doing?" Todoroki mutters mystified.
"I'm sure he has his reasons." Sayako sighs.
"How about you? Are you sure you can do this?" Todoroki asks Sayako concern clearly on his furrowed features at the thought of her stressing herself. Sayako herself hadn't really realized the bags that had hung heavily form her shattered state this morning from the session prior or from the times she would come back to the school practically not of this world as she practically slept through it all. Todoroki only hoped it helped his friend get used to her new situation…
"Todo I've done this for years sure my arm being gone may have left me a bit stiff b-" Cockily, Sayako begins smirking smugly. She sits upon the nearby crate cross legged like some sort of yoga position proudly proclaiming promising her part in it would go well despite the lack of practice said girl had done for the ceremony having been busy with her own training to do so, only managing snippets of training. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as she thought…
"ARGHH!" Alarmed, the two jolt up at the sharp screech turning to see a certain redhead be slammed into a wall nearby.
"Kirishima harden!" Screaming, Sayako calls out to him panic clear on her frightened furrowed features.
"O-On it!" Said redhead manages to do so in time as his body becomes one with the wall, hardening himself into it. He groans lowly, a fair few debris come cracking crumbling down to the ground below beofre flopping down like a pancake as Sayako smiles uneasily at the firm frown of Todoroki.
"…You may need to get him a new ice cube." Cheekily, Sayako smirks at her friend simply staring down at her blank faced as if the lives of two of his classmates weren't at risk with her…
"Todoroki! We need to check the staging one last time!" Mina rushes over to him girls following behind her as they drag him away just as he makes the ice tossing it back over to Kirishima.
"Thanks Todoroki!" Kirishima thank him giving him a thumbs up oblivious to the danger he faced with having Sayako control him.
"Hey Bakugou wear the T-Shirt would you? They were specifically made for the occasion after all!" Annoyed, Jiro calls out to the grumbling blonde scowling, glaring. He has his teeth grit standing before the band about to go on set, him on the drums, Momo on the piano or well keyboard, Kaminari and Tokoyami on the bass with Jiro joining alongside singing.
"On it!" Smirking, Sayako swiftly wraps the boy up, twirling her forefinger trapping him as Kaminari jumps, pounces on the unsuspecting blonde.
"GET OFF ME!" Mad, Bakugo bellows boisterously at the smirking Denki.
"WEAR THE SHIRT!" Shouting, Sayako orders.
"I'LL KILL YOU THREADS!" Bakugo bellows as said shirt is thrown over him.
"JUST TRY SPIKEY!" Smirking, Sayako snickers as she forces Katsuki's arms to arise surprising a fair few as she managed to get the shirt to be put on practically slamming it on the blonde turning to glare daggers at her.
"I will end you…after this." Tiredly, Bakugo bellows at her as she simply snickers oblivious to the stunned Aoyama astonished that Sayako hadn't even notice the development in her strings to have performed such a feat. Before she could fling herself from area to area sure and perhaps prom some nifty tricks maybe but this was different, there was more control, more precision, much more practice than what Aoyama had first seen on his first day in U.A.
"Still your mind…" Stoically, Tokoyami tells the other bandmates trying to put his teammates at ease for the show ahead.
"Still your mind and remain calm Kaminari." Messily, Momo joins in equally as fretful, sweat sliding down her tense temple contrasting to the stone stoic state of Tokoyami.
"Our dance outfits are just perfect!" Merrily, Mina gushes over her outfit.
"It's all wrinkly…" Ochako frets over Mina's skirt brow furrowed focused firmly on the task at hand.
"All we did was spruce up some store bought stuff though…" Mezo points out wearing his own tuxedo rendition of the orange suit while those backstage and the bandmates wore a simple orange shirt.
"As long as it's sexy that's all that matters!" Mineta declares determined posing.
"Gooood moooorning! Hey guys! All our preparations have brought us today! Today let's do away with formalities and let loose! No matter what year, what department, it's time for us all to enjoy everybody make some noise! The U.A Culture Festival begins today!" Loudly, President Mic bellows bounteously as the cultural festival finally begins just as the class of 1-A take note of the sounds in front of the curtain or well behind the curtain for them…
"That crowd's been excited all morning…" Meekly, Tooru worried watching on through a crack of the curtain.
"They're excited for us idiot!" Katsuki huffs.
"More people came than I thought…" Momo worries.
"What does that dumbass think he's doing at the last moment!?" Mad Mineta wails.
"Aoyama where's Deku? Sayako do you know?" Ochako asks the two who share a look.
"That's…" The two chorus, looking at one another before turning to Ochako brow furrowed just as the curtains begin to pull…
"Hey look it's starting!"
"Go first years!"
"Eri can you see?" Mirio ask as he turns to the brunet by his side holding her up.
"Yeah!" She nods her head clinging to the woman's side.
"LET'S FUCKIN' GOO!" Loudly, Katsuki yells as the curtains are separated just as a certain brunet holding the baby girl in her arms hears said screech, sweat dropping at the boisterous bellow of her brother as the show finally begins…
"They crammed way too much into that!
"That was amazing in more ways than one
"I couldn't help but laugh!
"I wish I could've seen class B's play…" Disappointed, Denki sighs sadly watching the laughing crowd come out of the building.
"We had no choice gotta do clean up properly…" Sadly, Sero reminds Denki as Class A continue on clean up duty.
"Yeah…still I heard it was a fanfiction crossover fever dream…" Sayako remarks.
"Fanfiction?" Frowning, Todoroki turns to his friend for contest only to see her grim grave look, looking like she messed up.
"Todo we're friends right?" Softly, Sayako smiles at Todoroki alarming him slightly seeing said smile, he was used to seeing a smirk but a smile…? Something was off.
"Yes, I do consider you one of my close few friends." Truthfully, Todoroki confesses, if he had to be honest, he had considered Sayako to be his closest friend, the two seemed to click easier and while he enjoyed Midoriya's company he sometimes felt like a third wheel at times so having Sayako there at times just for the two to talk one on one or when he had his dark days she would always mange to cheer him up and think of something else. He knew something he could be a bit standoffish watching his classmate converse amongst himself as Sayako would always be the one to come up to him or if he ever felt awkward she would always swoop in and save him in a way.
"Good then as you are one of my close few friends never ask that question again" Seriously, Sayako drapes her arm over her friend bringing him close, a grim grave look on her furrowed features.
"Why?" Innocently, Shoto asks.
"For your own sanity do not." Gently, she pats his shoulder.
"Oookay?" Shoto responds not quite sure what to say as they continue cleaning.
"It's fine that you were late but you need to pick up your phone you're gonna be shocked when you see the missed call history…" Sternly, All Might scolds Midoriya passing the phone back to the boy bowing his head in silent shame.
"I'm sorry for making you worry…" Apologetic, Midoriya bows his head.
"Is he getting scolded?" Sato and Denki both chorus.
"I got the gist of things from Ecto's report." All Might sighs softly.
"Keep up the good work…" Ecto remarks as Hound dog stands by his side approaching the two.
"DON'T YOU DARE THINK YOU TOOK THE CORRECT COURSE OF ACTION!" Hound Dog suddenly snatched Midoriya by his shoulders scowling down at the boy below him.
"Shoto who is that?" Curious, Sayako asks Todoroki, the two lifting heavy boxes of equipment.
"I think that's hound dog the guidance counsellor…" Todoroki's hues narrow at the muzzled dog like mutant.
"Wait they had one of those!?" Alarmed, Sayako says shocked.
"It would seem so…" Todoroki exclaims.
"Then why was I given to Midnight?" Mystifed, Sayako scowls.
"Maybe because you were a first year and he normally deals with second years." Truthfully, Todoroki considers calmly.
"Oooh…" Sayako's giddy greens gleam at the furry man shaking Midoriya.
"It's true that you didn't suffer major injuries and in the end the culture festival continued but even if the result was a good one you were out of line! You are a provisionally licensed hero and a student of U.A! If you're going to get into a fight you need to rely on us as well protecting the peace is our duty too!" The dog berates Midoriya.
"Yes sir…" Softly, Midoriya whispers weakly.
"What's with all the doom and gloom? Get going! The festival's still going on and go have fun!" Furiously, he tosses Midoriya into the open air hearing his scared sheepish screech.
"He's…" Sayako stares stunned at the dog mutant.
"Terrifying?" Todoroki raises a brow bored.
"Adorable!" Animatedly, Sayako squeals, giddily grinning.
"What?" Shoto furrows his brow at his friend clearly concerned.
"I wanna pet him…" Sayako whispers.
"Sayako he will throw you." Bluntly, Shoto deadpans.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Sayako steps forward firmly focused.
"And that is a risk I am not." Shoto swiftly wraps his arms around her stopping her.
"NOOOO LET ME PET HIM!" Thrashing, Sayako screeches.
"NO SAYAKO!" Todoroki bellows boisterously.
"What's going on over there?" Ectoplasm turns towards the feuding pair.
"Just kids having fun." Aloofly, Hound Dog shrugs the two off.
"LET ME PET HIM!" Hollering, Sayako shouts.
"NO!" Todoroki refuse.
"Class A! Nice work! We had a great time!" A group call out to the class.
"Wah alright thanks dude!" Grateful, Kirishima beams brightly at the group.
"Yeah it was fun it was great." Smiling, the group responds.
"…We're sorry!" Suddenly, a familiar pair of general studies students bow their heads at the class.
"We went to watch because we were going to ridicule you guys!" Wailing, the girl shouts.
"There was no need for them to apologise…" Denki watches the two flee from them.
"Shush let us savour this." Sayako argues.
"So those were the stressed out people Mr Aizawa was talking about right? I guess this means we got through to them right Iida?" Kirishima turns to his class president.
"Indeed! However regardless of their reasons the fact that there were people watching it also means that there were people who were not and they may till be bottling these feelings isndie of them even after today!" Truthfully, Iida reminds the class pained.
"Yeah no matter where you go someone out there will hate your guts." Smiling, Sayako concludes.
"I don't think that's the message…" Shoto sighs setting her down.
"And I don't care." Cheerily, Sayako smiles.
"Sayako." Sternly, Shoto sighs at her.
"That's the message you should get from it, don't care what people think because if you do you let them win." Happily, Sayako drapes her arm over Shoto's shoulder bringing him into a side hug.
"For once threads is right…" Katsuki remarks smirking.
"God wipe that smirk of your face it's creep." Sayako deadpans.
"You think I give a shit about what you think?" Katsuki roars at her.
"And you think I give a crap about what you think?" Sayako snaps back.
"Don't worry about it we heard all the thoughts and feelings you all planned this show with! And now they've been transmitted to us! This time it's our turn to convey that to everyone else…it wa really fun after all just you watch your feelings will spread around the school from all the people who watched the show!" Smiling, the crowd cheer.
"My humblest thanks for your kindness." Touched, Tenya bows his head.
"I bet you're happy!" Mischievously, Mina winks at Jiro adjusting the strap of her guitar backpack.
"Hurry and clean up the rest of this ice! We need to get this over with!" Impatiently, Mineta yells starting everyone.
"Mineta chill!" Sayako sighs at the mess.
"Yeah man you've been on edge for a while…" Kirishima joins in.
"WE NEED TO HURRY OR ALL THE GOOD SEATS AT THE BEAUTY CONTEST WILL BE TAKEN!" Mad, Mineta wails to the high heavens as some strange sese of understand descends down upon class 1-A as for once they agree with grapeboy and head off to the beauty pageant.
"Hah!" Kendo roars swiftly breaking the stack of wood with one firm chop of her hand wearing a blue dress.
Her stunning dress is torn as she demonstrates her marital arts! A fusion of strength and beauty what a beautiful performance!" Perkily, Mic announces animatedly.
"Kendou!
"Take 'em out in one blast Kendou!
"Welp I definitely know whose going to be participating next year…" Sayako smirks crossing her arms over her chest oblivious to the tall towering figure by her side.
"Who do you think?" Smirking, Shinso wiggles a brow bemused by her sharp squeak, flinching back.
"Shinso!? Urgh…Momo or Mina maybe Ochako it's between those three." Surprised, she slightly shoves Shinso to the side only making him smirk snicker amused at her.
"I do go to this school." Smirking, Shinso reminds her.
"You know what I mean I thought Todo was with me." Sayako sighs.
"He was but I think Midoriya took him somewhere." Shinso says.
"Ah." Sayako answers.
"Oh what a bore clearly you understand nothing! I cannot believe you'd dare challenge me with mediocrity!" Loudly, the woman with huge eyelashes bash into the air.
"Oh dear god what is that?" Sayako jolts back horrified at the woman's oddly long eyelashes with a tank like vehicle with her heavy makeup face on it.
"The queen of beauty contests a 3rd year from the support department with her high-level ingenuity she shows off her face to the crowd! A superb performance indeed!" Merrily, Mic answers for her.
"…There's your answer." Shinso says.
"Oho not bad 3rd year…" Monoma remarks.
"Your play went over pretty well nice job!" Kirishima beams brightly at Tetsutetsu.
"You guys too!" Tetsutetsu slams his hand against Kirishima the two sharing a high-five of sorts.
"Whoa nice Nejire!" Sayako smirks seeing said girl in her dress fly high in the sky, bright beams of energy following her.
"A magical dance in mid-air I was completely drawn in and now for the votes!" Mic declares.
"You…wouldn't participate?" Shinso says making Sayako furrow her brow befuddled.
"Hm?" Surprised, Sayako perks up at his words.
"Earlier you mentioned those three but not yourself." Shinso points out.
"Me? Please!" Scoffing, Sayako snickers shaking her head amused almost at it.
"You're a model." Shinso reminds her.
"I was a model you mean…" Sadly, Sayako gently places her hand on her prosthetic arm.
"Sayako…" Softly, Shinso sighs.
"It's fine it was a hobby that was all a job maybe but it's cool besides I doubt anyone would vote for me with this thing." Tense, Sayako smiles strained sadly down at her prosthetic pained.
"You'd get my vote…" Shyly, Shinso scratches the back of his neck, glancing to the side, a shy stream of ruby red to his crimson cheeks looking to the side but…
"Sayako! You gotta come with!" Smiling, Sero rushes over to the girl taking her by her arm alarmring Shinso scowling at the two.
"Sero what is it?" Smiling, Sayako asks as Shino grimaces at his constricted chest.
"Come on, me, Mina, Kaminari and Tooru are going into the haunted house!" Happily, Sero tells her perking Shinso's interest.
"Oh right! I better go." Smiling, Sayako turns to Shinso.
"So should I. I got to prep." Shinso smirks slightly, a glint gleaming in his hues.
"For what?" Sayako raises a brow befuddled.
"You'll see…" Shinso smirks slightly, a crooked grin making Sayako smirk slightly amused almost.
"Shame we couldn't all go as a group…" Sero sighs as she ad Sero wander through the hallway of the hunted house, the two walking while the other three go on ahead.
"Hey this is fine." Sayako promises Sero seeing his strained smile.
"Yeah…" Sero sighs sadly.
"You okay?" Sayako wiggles a brow befuddled.
"Yeah I just…sorry." Sero sighs slouching his shoulders.
"About what?" Sayako furrows her brow lost.
"You know me fainting during the whole camp thing there I was going on about me being brave and all that." Sero sighs sadly.
"Sero it's fine." Firmly, Sayako promises.
"But you…" Sero begins brow furrowed guilty.
"You couldn't have done anything about it." Sternly, Sayako promises Sero.
"You serious?" Sero says shocked.
"Yeah this was my mistake and I paid for it. It's fine." Frowning, she waves it off too tired to do a lecture.
"Still…sorry about peeping into your room when you came back that wasn't cool…" Sero sighs sadly bowing his head ashamed at the memory.
"It's fine I mean Mineta didn't steal any knickers so we're fine." Jokingly, Sayako tries to lighten the mood making Sero smile slightly.
"Yeah he-ARGHHHH!" Sero chuckles coyly only then for his face to turn as white as chalk as he comes crashing down similar to a plank almost tensing up as the ceiling above opens up where popping down is a familiar lilac haired boy, ah Sayako clicks that must have been the reason for Mina and the others scream. Sayako smirks slightly at the makeup used on Shinso smirking at her.
"So this is what you mean by preparing." Playfully, Sayako smirks impressed as she combs a stray stan of lilac behind the burning ears of Hitoshi. Shinso smirks a crooked Cheshire like smirk.
"…Yep. Is he going to be okay?" Shinso eyes the body below.
"Eh, it's fine. We better get going have fun Toshi." Teasingly, Sayako smiles at Shinso his hues widening when seeing with ease, Sayako lifting the tall towering state of Sero with ease. Shinso stares stunned at the sheer strength his friend, gulping briefly. He had never proven to have before feeling his constricted chest ache at the sight while another part feels his heated crimson cheeks burn brightly from the sheer strength displayed as Sayako leaves the haunted how, towing a comatose Sero slung over her shoulder with her.
Quietly, Sayako sits on the bench brow furrowed fatigued, exhaustion etched into her tense-tired face. Softly, she places her hand over her face, rubbing patterns into her face attempting some sense of comfort. She leans back on the bench while everyone packs up, the others having returned to the dorm while Shinso and the other clases had began packing away the festival equipment and such. Softly, Sayako perks up at the curt cough making her spring to live fearful of facing Aizawa's wrath but instead she is met by…
"Hikaru…!? How did…?" Surprised, Sayako stands up from her seat turning to him, surprised to see him here while also alarmed at seeing him alone.
"…Dad." Deadpanned, Hikaru points to said male weakly waving watching on from the shadows, sipping his slushie trying to keep a low cover.
"Right…so did you…?" Sheepishly, Sayako smiles softly but…
"I saw your show." Severely, said boy snaps sharply taking Sayako aback.
"Ah." Awkwardly, Sayako glances to the side.
"Surprised you didn't play a instrument." Irritated, Hikaru huffs kicking a stray pebble to the side.
"Can't really with this." Teasingly, Sayako smiles strained showing said prosthetic playfully but…
"…Is that the attitude you're going to keep on having or?" Annoyed, Hikaru huffs scowling up at her taking her aback at his rather cold curt response.
"…I just don't have time for that I'm working on more important things right now…" Sayako says sheepish startled even at his rather rude response.
"Training right?" Hikaru gathers glancing to the side.
"Yeah…" Shyly, Sayako nods her head.
"How is that going?" Hikaru asks her.
"I'm getting there…how about you and your drawing?" Sayako glances down at the sketchbook by his side.
"You heard from dad I'm helping with his collection." Curtly, Hikaru huffs.
"Yeah…sounds like fun." Feebly, Sayako smiles strained.
"…You're selfish." Snippily, Hikaru snaps taking Sayako aback only then for her to falter sighing softly.
"…I know." Anguished, Sayako sighs bowing her head.
"Then let me speak for once." Hikaru snaps sharply.
"…" Silently, she bows her head preparing for the talk at hand.
"Ever since dad left I couldn't ask about him, I had to lie to my classmates about having a moter who died for years bottling up that, not being able to talk about it even at home because you would get mad was frustrating. Just because you're the eldest doesn't mean you control the house, I…I know dad was struggling with father, I know he was hurting just as you were but that doesn't mean I wasn't hurting, not one bit." Bluntly, Hikaru confesses to his siter, his hurt hazel gazing into her glassy green, swiftly slamming them shut at the memory of his interviews, he was hurt by it, by his father feigning attraction towards other people, seeing people behind his dad's back acting as if none of them existed it hurt Hikaru it had just to protect his image, it hurt him but he was still family whether he admitted it or not…
"…" Silently, Sayako stares down at her baby brother glaring up at her.
"You're my older sister you're supposed to protect me, look out for me, not shout at me, not snap at me, not make me cry but you did, you did all of the above. You hurt me just because you were hurting, that doesn't make it right that you hurt me. Did dad ever hurt us when he was hurting over father? I know him leaving had hurt you just as it hurt when father left but that doesn't mean you can't let me talk about father, he's my father just as he is yours and you cannot tell me whether to accept his money or not for us when we were struggling!" Seriously, Hikaru confesses to his sister simply staring down at him.
"… " Sayako grimaces at his words pained by the memory. She knew her father's way of coping was busying himself, the two knew that…
"You hurt us…just as much as father did when he left." Hikaru whispers weakly sniffling slightly, trying to stop the tears from freely falling but they descend down either way.
"…I know. I know what I did was selfish. Back then I told myself I was doing it to protect you, to make you don't waste your breath on him because all he cared about was his image but...looking back on it I think…I was so angry at him that I just wanted to forget him too." Bravely, Sayako says her piece taking her stand stating the fact of the matter much to her dismay, her pain from it all her selfishness deluding herself into thinking she was trying to protect her family.
"And you're right." Resolute, Hikaru responds taking her aback.
"Huh?" Sayako says shocked.
"What dad did was wrong, he did hurt dad but…he's still my father. I have a right to talk to him, to go see him, to go hang out with him. Yes it hurt when he would refer to us as his niece or well nephew but he did that to protect us, that's how I saw it but I know it was to protect his image…but now." Hikaru steps forward furrowing his brow.
"Now?" Sayako whispers, a faint hint of hope in her tentative tone.
"He's changed just as have you. The both of you have changed, the both of you have made mistakes, the both of you have hurt this family and if I can accept father's apology I should accept yours. I…I want to." Hikaru confesses to his sister stunning her.
"Hikaru…." Sayako whispers weakly, her voice cracking breaking briefly as she tries to compose herself.
"I want my sister back before all this chaos, before everything…" Hikaru confesses offering his hand out to her.
"And I want my baby brother back…" Smiling, she kneels down his hues widening when she wraps her arms around her baby brother bringing him into a hug as next she knew she heard his hitched breath before breaking down in her arms. She held him in her arms, the tears freely flowing from them both, glad to have come to this understanding of this new step for their family…
*So what did you think of Shinso's talk with Sayako poor Shinso feeling left behind again or better yet what did you think of Tsnaugu's talk with Hikaru and Sayako? That's right some have asked and Hikaru has made his return what do you think of him? As always would love to know your thoughts down below. Also...probably bad time to say I'm taking a break...with the manga ending soon I'm thinking of leaving it here until the manga ends...sorry guys I hope you understand.*