To answer Mem's question. Yes, I did delete something. It's the 'Discontinued' part, since it's kind of annoying for me to see it there. Which is why it went from 23 to 22.
Now, before y'all read, y'all should know that this chapter is 11k long. Brace yourself!
Now please enjoy!
He couldn't get rid of the way Kuroko's wail fills his ears. They were grating on his nerves, while also scaring him in a way he couldn't understand. Her hold of him, her tears seeping into his shirt, and her nails digging into his back were almost too much to bear. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest, a stark contrast to his own calm and steady heartbeat. Hirano's first instinct was to push her away, to create distance between them. But he held back, hesitant to hurt her any further.
His eyes twitched in the dark. He sighed into nothingness, hands rubbing his eyes. He got up from the couch, staring into the dark of the room he now calls home.
Kuroko's presence was something he hadn't anticipated seeing once more in the years he had been away. And her tears, all of it that he had witnessed being shed, just simply because she'd missed him, it all felt surreal to him. It happened hours ago, yet the memory of it forcefully etched itself in his mind, replaying over and over again in his thoughts. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the stubborn memory, and turned on the lights.
The brightness stung his eyes, making him wince. As his eyes adjusted, he took in his surroundings. The modest living room was tidy, save for the small table by the couch, cluttered with a few books and papers. Uiharu herself had only smiled at him, eyes glistening with curiosity as she took in the sight of him. She had always been the more reserved one, quiet and observant, and her admiration for him hadn't been clear even until then.
Why couldn't Kuroko be more like her younger friend; was it Uiharu? Why must Kuroko be such a crybaby? Why shed tears for someone whom she'd hardly seen in the past two years?
Hirano walked towards the kitchen, his steps measured and deliberate. He opened the refrigerator, scanning its contents before pulling out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, the cool liquid refreshing on his parched throat.
He never truly grasped the nature of human emotions, especially those that stemmed from relationships and attachment. To him, they were abstract concepts that he could never fully understand, let alone empathise with. And yet, here he was, being the centre of such an emotional display. It was difficult for him to comprehend.
After finishing his water, Hirano placed the bottle back in the refrigerator and closed it. He leaned against the counter, deep in thought.
When the Anti-Skills, along with the two girls left, Hirano found himself alone once again in the small room, with the only noise being the beeping sounds of Aiho's life support.
His eyes softened in the kitchen at the memory of it all. The 12 year old sighed again, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm a hypocrite." Indeed, Hirano's thoughts were complex and somewhat contradictory. On one hand, he had always prided himself on his detachment from others, believing that it made him stronger and more logical.
On the other hand, he couldn't deny the way he cared for certain people, namely Aiho and Kikyou. They were his anchors to this God forsaken world, the two people who had shown him kindness and understanding in a world that seemed to be stacked against him. And now, with Kuroko's display of such raw emotion, Hirano couldn't help but feel a mix of discomfort and curiosity. He didn't know how to react to such an outpouring of affection, especially since he didn't reciprocate her feelings.
What could invoke such unbridled emotion in a person, Hirano pondered, as he mechanically moved back for the couch Was it simply being apart from someone for a long time that caused such a strong reaction? Or was it something more profound, something he couldn't comprehend?
The only reference he has for something that powerful was his own attachment to Aiho; a mother figure to his subconscious thoughts, as Kikyou had claimed. He understood, on some level, the comfort and security that came from having people who cared for him, and he imagined it must be similar for Kuroko. But still, the intensity of her emotions confused him.
Hirano sat back down on the couch, his mind still swirling with thoughts. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, not really seeing anything.
For minutes he sat there, wondering. He couldn't find an answer to the question. But he plans on finding out someday. For now, he'll just keep in mind that Kuroko cares for him in a way that has him on toes, and that her emotions are not something to be taken lightly, Kikyou had warned him about it after all.
Right now, his eyes stared at his phone contacts. Kuroko's name was right there, a constant reminder of the memory that still lingered in his mind. He hadn't called it like he'd said he would, even though she made him promise it when she left. He didn't know what to say to her, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to her just yet.
He hummed. She'll find him if she has something to say.
He threw his phone onto his side. He got up from the couch again, threading his fingers through his messy, white hair. He balled his hand and knocked Yoshikawa's bedroom door.
That night, the little girl was given a letter from her mother. "From daddy," the older woman had said, ruffling her head before leaving her in her room. Mikoto eagerly ripped it open, having not heard of her father in a while.
The letter inside was filled with long and winding sentences, describing the man's latest travels and his love for his daughter. But amidst all the technical jargon, aka words in Brazilian as he'd explicitly claimed it to be, and proud fatherly musings, there was a sentence that caught the little Misaka's attention.
"Daddy wants you to be good to everyone, especially mama. Preventing problems before they start is the best way to keep everyone safe. And fixing them after they've happened is the next best thing. I know you, Mikoto, you have a kind heart and a strong spirit. I trust you to take care of those around you, even if I'm not there."
Mikoto's eyes skimmed over the familiar handwriting, a small smile playing on her lips as she read her father's words of love and encouragement. The words of her father, a man she hadn't seen in years, brought a warmth to Mikoto's heart. She could picture him, with his wide grin and bright eyes, as he wrote the letter to her. His words of wisdom and love resonated with her, and she felt a sense of pride that he trusted her to take care of those around her.
Just as he'd said, she'll take care of the people around her; that's a vow she'll make to herself. She'll make sure to prevent problems before they start and fix them afterwards if they do happen, just as her father had taught her. She wants to make him proud and prove to him that she's capable of taking care of herself and those around her.
But then she recalled the news on the TV just earlier after dinner. Academy City is filled and scattered with people that are not too nice in the way they handle and treat others. She frowned when she remembered the censored news report of a violent incident that had occurred in one of the city's research institutions. Mikoto knew all too well the dangers that lurked in Academy City, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of worry.
Others are just plain ruthless, like the gangs that roam the streets looking for weak targets to bully and steal from. Mikoto has had her fair share of run-ins with these types of people, and she knows that they won't hesitate to cause harm to those around her.
She is powerless against them; a mere Level 2 in the face of a city filled with espers boasting abilities that range from telekinesis to something that truly was made for war.
The little Misaka sighed. She needed to get strong.
And then her eyes flickered. "Hirano." She murmurs. The white haired boy was a Level 5, as had been demonstrated by fighting another Level 5 and nearly coming out as a victor. She had seen his power firsthand, a power that could manipulate and control the very motion of the universe itself.
He'd claimed to have been a Level 5 since birth. She's not a natural prodigy like he is.
Then she'll just have to learn what made him so special, and Mikoto sets her mind to it, determined to become stronger and protect those around her. She knows it won't be easy, but she's ready to put in the work and make it happen.
She slept, surrounded by her green froggy plushies, with a determined expression on her face. The night passed by, and the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains of her room. Mikoto woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling the energy coursing through her veins.
She got out of bed and prepared for school. Today would mark the day where she would start her quest to become stronger. Just you wait, world!
...
"No."
The girl deflates at the rejection. "Why not?" Misaka Mikoto asks, her determined expression faltering slightly as she looks at Hirano, whose expression was as disinterested as it had been when she had first approached him. They were in the schoolyard, the wind rustling through the trees and the sound of children playing in the distance. Misaka Mikoto had mustered up the courage to ask Hirano to teach her the ways of the Strongest, to help her in her quest to become stronger.
Hirano simply shrugged, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "Did i not tell you already?" he says, his tone dismissive, looking down on his book once more. "Powers are nothing but curses."
Mikoto's eyes narrow at Hirano's response, her determination turning to annoyance. She had expected some resistance from the albino boy, but his outright dismissal of her request stings. "It doesn't always have to be like that, can it?" she replies, crossing her arms. "Having powers can also be a blessing, it can be used to help people in need and protect those who are weak."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Again, no."
She pouts. "Why NOT?!"
He glared at her. She put on a brave face, but was visibly shaken by the sheer intensity of his eyes. For a few moments, she held steady. Until she couldn't and faces away. He grunts at that. "You don't want my help. Believe me."
Hirano's words hang heavy in the air, and Mikoto can feel the weight of them sinking into her heart. She had come to him with a request, a plea for help, and he had rejected her outright. She can feel the sting of his rejection, but she refuses to let it get to her. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself, before turning back to face him.
"But I do." She says, her voice firm despite the uncertainty she feels. "I do want your help. I... I need it. Please, help me become strong."
He sighed, closing his book with a loud snap. "Go ask that Gunha kid. He's a Level 5 for God's sake." He glares at her. "He'd probably be glad to help out. He's been pestering me for fights ever since we had that bloody fricking spar."
He then gets up. "Now, leave me alone or I'll seriously consider it harassment." He glares at her again, clearly not joking.
Mikoto nods, understanding that he's serious. "Okay..." she says, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. "At least try and consider it...?" She asks hopefully, looking up at him with the cutest expression she can muster.
He merely glares harder.
She hurriedly backs away, a little daunted, nothing how genuinely scary the boy looked.
It was only after she reentered the school's east wing that she stopped moving, eyes closing in realisation. The Gunha kid Hirano mentioned was a middle schooler. He wasn't from this school.
The girl let out a deep sigh, mentally kicking herself for not considering that fact earlier. She had been so focused on the idea of becoming stronger and finding someone who could help her that she had neglected to think about the logistics of it all.
She spent the rest of the day asking around.
She didn't find him.
The school passed on quickly.
He spent the majority of his time reading a new book, something other than Dostoesvky this time. Hirano had developed a habit of carrying a book with him wherever he went, and the school was no exception. He found solace in the pages, in the stories that transported him to different worlds and lives. Today, he was engrossed in a new book, one that he had picked up from the school's library before the morning class began.
The book was a science fiction novel, filled with complex ideas and thought-provoking themes. Hirano was deeply immersed in the story, his mind swirling with the concepts presented in the story. The world outside the pages of the book faded away as he delved deeper and deeper into the story.
But it was suddenly made difficult by the persistence of that Gekota crazed girl who insisted on asking for his favour. That brat had a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times.
It was later after school that Yoshikawa pointed to the sullen look on the girl's face. "Misaka-chan looks troubled, Hirano. Did something happen?"
He shrugged. "I wouldn't know." Hirano's response was nonchalant, his eyes never leaving the pages of his book. He didn't want to be bothered, not when he was so close to unravelling the mystery that the novel presented. But Yoshikawa's gaze remained fixed on him, expectant and waiting.
She ruffled his hair, a gesture that she often used to get his attention. "Come now, Hirano-chan. You have such a keen mind. I'm sure you would know if you just paid a little more attention."
His eyes twitched at the nickname, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. The woman was adamant about drawing him out of his thoughts, even if it meant using a name that he found childish and irritating. He clicked his tongue, finally closing his book and looking up at her.
"She asked for my help to get stronger."
"And I assume you reject the offer, Hirano-chan?" Yoshikawa asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She knew him well enough to know that he was not one to easily agree to such requests, hell, any requests at all. But still, she couldn't help but prod him, curious to see how he would respond.
Hirano simply shrugged, his expression unreadable. "It's a hassle. What good would it bring her anyway? I'm helping her by refusing her, keeping her from doing something that might harm her in the end."
Yoshikawa sighed, shaking her head slightly. "You can be too cold-hearted sometimes, Hirano-chan." She said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But I suppose that's just who you are. Sometimes, I wish I could see you open up more, let people in."
He frowned all of a sudden. "Why do you keep saying that? Even she says that. I don't get it." Hirano's frown deepens as he looks at Yoshikawa, confusion etched on his face. "Why should I open up when they'll all be gone in the end? My mom... My dad... even Aiho..." He says, his voice low and quiet.
Yoshikawa's expression softens at Hirano's words. She reaches out to ruffle his hair again, a gesture that is both comforting and reassuring. "People are not things to be possessed. They come and go, but the memories and the impact they leave on us stay with us forever." He remained quiet as the older woman continued. "Isolating yourself is no way of living. A lonely existence, that's all what you're bringing upon yourself if you continue down this path."
Hirano doesn't respond, but he doesn't pull away from Yoshikawa's touch either. Instead, he seems to sink further into his thoughts, lost in the memories and emotions that her words have brought up.
After a moment, Yoshikawa speaks again. "Wouldn't you like to experience everything again? The joy of making new connections, the warmth of a friend's embrace, the laughter and shared experiences? These things are what make life worth living, Hirano."
Hirano's frown slowly fades as he considers Yoshikawa's words. He tried thinking of a rebuttal, of a reason why he should continue to keep himself closed off from others. But as he sifts through his memories, he finds it difficult to come up with a convincing argument. Instead, he finds himself remembering the feeling of Aiho's arms around him, the way she would smile at him, and the comforting presence she had when she was nearby. Even Yoshikawa's calming presence...
His childhood was a vague one. He spent the majority of his life, either underground or in an orphanage.
But he could recall a brief moment. A feminine face at the very back of his mind. He only had a single memory of this person. Her name was long gone, most of the features of her face he couldn't even recollect anymore. All he had was a lingering feeling of warmth and safety that he associated with her. He couldn't even remember what she looked like, but he could remember her voice. A tune he doesn't remember the lyrics to, but a melody he could hum to if asked. It was a soothing lullaby that she would sing to him as she tucked him into bed, the sweet sound of her voice lulling him to sleep and providing him with a sense of comfort and security.
Despite the passage of time and the countless number of experiences that he had undergone since then, the memory of this woman and her lullaby had managed to stay with him, tucked away in the deepest recesses of his mind and heart.
Yet the only memory of her that he has was him walking away from her.
He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of Yoshikawa's voice, "Talk about making new connections, look who's here?"
She jerked towards the school gate, gesturing towards the entrance of the school. Hirano followed her gaze and saw a familiar face standing and looking around the school courtyard.
A girl with peach coloured hair, designed into a pair of twin tails, with a red ribbon tied at the base of each one. The younger girl was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse, tucked into a navy blue pleated skirt that reached just above her knees. She completed the outfit with a matching navy blue blazer adorned with the school's emblem over her blouse and a pair of black knee-high socks.
The girl noticed them. Immediately, her confused look was wiped off, replaced by a smile of recognition and delight. She waved enthusiastically, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She jogged over towards them. She halts just about several feet away from Hirano and Yoshikawa, her breath hitching slightly from the exertion of the short run. The girl's eyes never leave Hirano's face, a soft smile playing on her lips as she regards him with fondness.
"Hirano-senpai!" the girl exclaims. "You didn't call me yesterday like you promised. I was gonna ask if you're free for today." Hirano looks up from his thoughts, his eyes meeting the excited gaze of the girl before him. He furrows his brows as he glances at Yoshikawa, who is watching the scene with a small smile on her face.
She pats him on the back, looking proudly at the girl. "Well, it seems like you have a visitor, Hirano. You should be more mindful of your promises, especially to a cute girl like this.
He kept his expression neutral. "I had some things to attend t-!" he says curtly before jumping away, feeling something pinch him on his side. He turns to see Yoshikawa giving him a playful glare, her hand still raised in a pinching position. "As I was saying, you should be more mindful of your promises, Hirano. And laying on the couch isn't attending to anything," she finishes, a teasing smile playing on her lips once more.
He sighs, rubbing his side where Yoshikawa pinched him. "Yeah, yeah." He turns back to Kuroko, who is still looking at him with a hopeful expression. "So where is this place?"
She beamed at his question, her excitement palpable as she reached into her bag to pull out a brochure. "It's a place called 'Dream Land', Hirano-senpai! The place itself was only meant to open for a few days! I brought Frenda-senpai along too. She should be there waiting with Uiharu right now." Kuroko's eyes sparkle with excitement as she hands the brochure over to Hirano. He takes it, glancing at the colourful pictures of the amusement park depicted on it.
He can see roller coasters, ferris wheels, and various other attractions that just simply made him feel tired just looking at them. He sighed, looking up at Kuroko with a raised eyebrow. "An amusement park." He says, his tone betraying a hint of skepticism. "I don't know if that's really my thing."
Kuroko's smile falters a bit. "It's okay. We can just sit and talk if you'd like."
He hummed. Just then, he felt a tug on his side. Yoshikawa leans down and whispers in his ears, "Remember. A lonely existence is a miserable one. Open up." She gives him a knowing look before straightening up and walking away, leaving him with Kuroko.
Hirano looks at Kuroko, her eyes filled with hope and anticipation. He can sense her eagerness to spend time with him and he feels a pang of guilt for his earlier reluctance. He glances back down at the brochure in his hand, studying the colourful images once more.
"Alright."
It sounds simple enough, opening up to others. All he had to do was let his guard down and allow himself to connect with the people around him. It's a concept that's so easy to understand. Yet throughout the walk, Hirano finds himself mulling over Yoshikawa's words, the idea of vulnerability making him uneasy. He's spent so much of his life isolated and closed off that the idea of opening up to others seems daunting. And the little girl isn't making it any easier.
Kuroko chats excitedly about the amusement park, describing all the rides and games they can play. She speaks with a bright and cheerful tone, her words bubbling with enthusiasm. She even asks him about his preferences, inquiring if he has a favourite ride or food. Hirano, however, finds it hard to match her energy. He nods along to her words, offering brief responses as they make their way to the park, taking a bus ride along the way.
As they approach the entrance of the amusement park, Hirano can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. The bright lights and boisterous crowd only amplify his apprehension, and he finds himself shrinking back, seeking refuge in the shadows at the edge of the crowd. Kuroko notices his discomfort and gently takes him by the hand, leading him through the throngs of people.
Hirano's heart skips a beat at the sensation of Kuroko's hand in his. He glances at her, unsure of how to react. But seeing the gentle smile on her face, he feels a small measure of comfort and allows himself to be led forward. Her touch is warm and comforting, and he eyed their intertwined hands with a mixture of surprise and unease.
He was not used to such physical contact, especially from someone he did not know very well. Or met in a very long time in this case.
As they make their way through the amusement park, Kuroko points out different attractions and games, her excitement less pronounced now as she tries to match his more subdued energy. She suggests they start with regrouping with Frenda and Uiharu, who are no doubt waiting for them at one of the food stalls. Kuroko explains that they had arrived at the park earlier and had already explored a few rides, but she had wanted to wait for Hirano before they continued their adventure.
He nodded. Hirano's thoughts were swirling in his head as they walked through the bustling crowd.
It didn't take long before they met with the others.
Uiharu, he had seen yesterday. Frenda however...
She looked different, even though they were of the same age. If he recalls right, she should be a tad bit younger than he is, by a month or two. But she looked more mature, with her hair styled in a sleek bob and her clothing a bit more sophisticated compared to the casual attire she usually wore. Frenda, always one to stand out in a crowd, subconsciously caught everyone's stare. Both due to her Scandinavian heritage that set her apart from the rest of the Japanese crowd, and her natural blond hair that shone brightly under the bright sun lights.
She wore a confident smile, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, but it appears that she hadn't seen them until Kuroko jogged towards the older girl, exclaiming the blond's name. He trailed behind, taking in the sights and sounds of the amusement park as he approached Frenda.
Frenda turned to Kuroko and greeted her warmly, her gaze then shifting to Hirano. There was a spark of something in her eyes, like a shock. She went quiet for a few moments, before a massive grin spread across her face.
"Hirano! Fancy meeting you here!" she exclaimed, taking a step towards him and wrapping him in a tight hug. The sudden physical contact caught Hirano off guard, and he stiffened, unsure of how to react. Frenda seemed to notice his discomfort and pulled back, still grinning from ear to ear.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just that I haven't seen you in so long, y'know?" she said, her voice filled with genuine excitement. She then turned to Kuroko and Uiharu, who were watching the exchange with amusement. "It seems all those times mulling over his whereabouts have paid off! Sorry for doubting you two." Frenda's apology seems to break the ice, and soon the group is chatting amicably, making their way towards the food stalls.
Uiharu takes the lead, pointing out different food options for the group to consider. Hirano, still feeling a little overwhelmed, trails behind, watching as the others excitedly discuss their choices. Just when he's about to go back into his shell, Kuroko turns to him with a warm smile. "Senpai, what would you like to eat? My treat," she says, gesturing to the food stalls.
Hirano hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to choose. He's not particularly hungry. But well, free food is free food. "Coffee. Black." Was all he said, his voice low and soft.
Kuroko raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just coffee?" He nods. Kuroko giggles. "I forgot that you're never really one to enjoy sweets," she says, before turning to Uiharu and Frenda. "What about you guys?" she asks, looking at her friends expectantly.
"Sundae!" The two immediately chime in unison, their voices filled with excitement. Frenda adds, "With extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup, please!" Uiharu nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
The twin tailed girl nodded before jogging off towards the food stall, her pigtails bouncing with each step. Uiharu went along with her, accompanying the girl throughout the long queue. Hirano and Frenda choose to linger behind.
"Come, we've already reserved a seat earlier." Frenda states, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him towards a nearby table. The place she's chosen is bustling with activity, the sound of clinking dishes and the murmur of conversation filling the air. As Hirano and Frenda make their way through the crowded outdoor area, they pass by a variety of people, but the majority of it were students chatting with their friends. The scent of various dishes wafts through the air - they were sweet. He's not a fan of sugary delicacies, but he'll eat them when offered some.
Finally, they reach the table that Frenda had reserved. It's a large, round table with more than enough room for the two of them. He took a seat first, and she took the one across from him. She lays her chin on both her palms, leaning forward with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she takes in the bustling atmosphere around them. "So... what do you think of this place?" Frenda asks, gesturing to the busy courtyard with a sweep of her hand. "It's one of my favourites so far. The food is good, and the atmosphere is perfect for relaxing and having a good time."
He hummed, keeping his gaze focused on the lively scene before him. His eyes scanned the students dressed in their school uniforms, engaged in animated conversations. He could see a group of students huddled together, hunched over a textbook as they studied for an upcoming exam. Another group of students sat at a nearby table, laughing raucously as they shared funny anecdotes.
Finally, it landed on the blond girl again. She was still gazing at him, her eyes alight with curiosity. He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable under her intense stare. He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his silver hair.
Frenda must have noticed his discomfort, because she quickly changed the subject. "So, Hirano-san, I'm curious." she said, her tone light and friendly, but there was a hint of melancholy in them. The same tone Yoshikawa falls into when she starts to get serious. "All these years... 3, I think?" Her voice trails off, going lower as her gaze falls down onto the ground. "Where were you?"
Frenda's voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she spoke. She didn't look at him as she spoke, her gaze fixed at the centre of the table, her mind seemingly far away.
He, for his part, remained silent for a moment. He didn't know how to respond. He took a breath. "I was... away," he finally replied, his voice low and guarded.
The sun beat down on the amusement park, casting long shadows across the pavement as people moved to and fro, enjoying the attractions and rides. The amusement park was a riot of colours, sounds and smells. The distant screams of roller coaster riders mixed with the laughter and chatter of families and friends enjoying the day.
He hated it.
She hummed in response to his earlier statement, her fingers still toying with the hem of her shirt. Her gaze remained downcast, lost in her own thoughts. "Away, huh?" She repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where exactly is 'away'?"
His eyes twitched. Nosy as always, Frenda truly was the epitome of a curious cat. "None of your business," was what his response was supposed to be, but the world burns away from his tongue when he recalls Yoshikawa's words. 'Let people in... Fuck... Damn that woman and her damned influence over me'.
He sighed, running his hands through his short, spiky hair. "I was at a facility," he admitted, his voice low and tense. "A research facility."
Frenda's gaze snapped up to meet his, her eyes wide with surprise and concern. "Research facility? What for?" The air was thick with tension as Frenda's gaze bore into him, her mind racing with questions and possibilities. The sun continued to beat down on the amusement park, casting an almost surreal glow over the scene. The screams of roller coaster riders and the laughter of families seemed to fade into the background as the gravity of his revelation settled between them.
'Yeah... letting people in isn't easy, otherwise I would've told her more, dumbass.'
He refuses to answer her question. She notices it.
Frenda frowns, but she doesn't press him further on the matter. Instead, she clears her throat and straightens herself. "Well, you being alive is good enough, I suppose." Her voice is soft and hesitant. "How have you been?"
He shrugged. She giggles. "You're still quiet, still aloof..." She pauses, studying him. "But... somehow... different." Her gaze turns more intense once again, this time more serious. "I missed you, y'know? You were my best friend." She hesitates, searching for the right words.
He raised an eyebrow at the sudden sincerity. She was hard to predict, her emotions changed a whole lot, even though she was always so open about them. "I'm not sure what and why you were taken to a research facility, but I'm just glad you're back and safe," Frenda continued, her voice tinged with genuine relief.
She leans back in her chair, her expression softening as she takes in his appearance. "I have heard of some of the... things they do there. And looking at you scares me," That seriously gets Accelerator's attention, and he looks at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
"Scares you?"
She points at him. "Your eyes," Frenda explains, her own eyes flicking down to the tabletop. "It's like looking into the abyss, and I don't like it one bit. I don't know what they did to you, but it can't have been good."
His hand subconsciously went over to his face. He never really paid much attention to how he looks to others, but her words literally mean that his eyes, the very windows to his soul, give off an unsettling vibe to people. This revelation left Hirano feeling slightly uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder how many other people felt the same way as Frenda. He took his hand away from his face and looked down at his hands, which were resting on the table. He flexed them unconsciously, the movement attracting Frenda's attention.
Is that why his teacher is always so wary around him, even when she has no reason to be?
Hirano couldn't help but ponder. He looked up at Frenda, who was still staring at his hands. "I never realised it bothered you that much," he admitted, his voice quiet.
Frenda blinked, then shrugged. "It's not that it bothers me, exactly," she said. "It's just... unnerving, you know?" Hirano nodded, understanding what she meant. He couldn't exactly blame her for feeling that way. "Hey, if you want to talk about it, I can listen," she offered, her voice filled with genuine concern. Hirano looked at her, surprised by her sudden change in demeanour. Just a moment ago, she was visibly uncomfortable in his presence, and now she was offering to lend him an ear. He couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness.
"Why?" The question slipped out of Hirano's mouth before he could stop himself. He mentally kicked himself for asking such a blunt question, but Frenda didn't seem to take offence.
"Why?" she repeated, her eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Well, I guess because we're friends. And friends help each other out, right?"
Hirano felt his heart swell with emotion at her words. "Friends, huh? Even if that friend is the same bastard you haven't seen in 3 years?"
Frenda's expression softens even more at Hirano's words, a small smile playing on her lips. "Especially then," she says, her voice sincere. "I mean, we were close once. And even if we've been apart for a while, that doesn't just disappear. At least, it doesn't for me."
Hirano can't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest at her words. The same one when Kuroko took his hand. 'This feeling again.' He hummed after a moment of silence. Frenda really does have her way with words, even if he'd never admit it to her face. They stayed like that for a while.
"Gee, what took them so long?" The blond girl muses. "Was the queue really that long?" Hirano takes a look behind him. The queue Uiharu and Kuroko were taking does look very long, but he could see that both of them are getting closer towards the front of the line.
Frenda followed Hirano's gaze and saw the two girls inching closer to the front of the queue. "Looks like they're almost there," she commented, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I can't wait to taste that sundae!" She exclaims, almost bouncing in her seat with anticipation.
Suddenly, something clattered right beside them, along with it falling was a person. The boy was about as old as a kindergartener, with bright blonde hair and wide, curious eyes. He had tripped over his own feet and fallen to the ground, causing the commotion. Frenda had been the first to react, her attention immediately drawn to the boy who had fallen. She was on her feet in an instant, crouching down beside the child and offering him a hand, asking if he was okay, her voice gentle and soothing.
The boy looked up at Frenda with a surprised expression, before taking her hand and allowing her to help him up. "I'm fine," he said, brushing off his clothes. And just like that, the older girl began scolding the boy, brushing the boy's hair out of his face and wagging her finger at him in mock disapproval. "You should watch where you're going, young man," she chided, her voice playful and light. "You don't want to hurt yourself! Or else you won't be able to enjoy all the fun things there are to do here!"
The boy giggled at Frenda's words, his eyes sparkling when the girl patted him, placing her black beret on the boy's head before sending him on his way. She picked something up from the ground. "Ooo! He dropped a perfectly wrapped candy. Lucky!" She exclaims, opening it and exclaiming, unwrapping it and taking a bite.
He looked at her incredulously. "You just lost a perfectly good hat."
She raised an eyebrow. "First of all, it's not a hat, it's a beret. And secondly, he looked like he could use one. He was sweaty." She retorts.
Even then, why do all that? He couldn't understand why she would do such a thing to a complete stranger, even if it was their own fault that brought them into this situation. But Frenda had always been the type of person to go out of her way to help others, even if it meant sacrificing her own belongings as it appears. It was just who she was now. He was sure, back then, she wouldn't even give up a single coin.
"Being the source of smiles and laughter of others is a wonderful feeling, Hirano," Frenda explained, her eyes shining with an earnest fervour that caught him off guard. "There's nothing quite like knowing that you've made someone's day a little brighter, a little happier."
As Frenda finished off the candy, Kuroko and Uiharu finally made their way over to the table, both of them carrying trays loaded with drinks. "Just so you know, it's called trying to be 'Kind'. 10/10 you should try it sometimes." Frenda said, winking at Hirano before taking a sip of her drink. Kuroko raised an eyebrow at Frenda's words, before setting the tray down on the table and taking a seat next to Hirano.
"Did something happen when we were away?" Uiharu asks. "Something involving your hat, I assume?"
"It's a beret! And no, nothing interesting happens." She exclaims in between her sips.
"You should slow down, senpai. The way you're drinking doesn't look very Christian right now."
"Uh-huh, and may I remind you, it's not even sunday?"
"I'm not exactly religious, Senpai. But I just have to ask; do God only watch us during the laziest day of the week?"
Hirano watched as the three bantered back and forth. He was quiet the entire time. They appear completely comfortable amongst themselves. With each other they were open and jovial, their laughter echoing through the amusement park. It was a sight that Hirano couldn't help but marvel at. He felt like a third-party, watching a scene unfold before him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way, observing a group of people who were so comfortable with each other that they could laugh and joke around without a care in the world. It was a foreign feeling, but not necessarily an unpleasant one.
Kuroko offered him a donut from her plate. She was smiling warmly, Hirano hesitated for a moment before taking the proffered donut, recalling Frenda's words not even 5 minutes ago. He studied the twin tailed girl beside him, noticing the way her eyes sparkled when he took a bite out of it. "It's good." He says.
The way her face lit up at his simple praise made Hirano feel weird. It's a pleasant thing, somehow. He quickly looked away, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious.
Uiharu, who had been quietly observing the scene, let out a small giggle. "Looks like Frenda-san's words are a hit with you, Senpai."
Hirano couldn't help but feel a tug on his lips at that. "Hn. Maybe."
She'd looked all over the city to find that Gunha guy.
Well... not exactly all over the city, maybe just around the several streets of her neighbourhood. Mikoto had quickly realised that her search for the mysterious Level 5 would be no easy task, as there were countless schools and facilities that made up the city, each one teeming with students and faculty members.
But she was not discouraged. If anything, the challenge only fueled her determination to become stronger.
But unfortunately, determination isn't gonna find her the guy she was looking for. She was beginning to feel the weight of her fruitless search, and she knew she needed a break. She's been walking around for the last half hour and her legs are starting to feel heavy. Mikoto decided to take a seat on a nearby park bench, heaving a sigh as she did so. She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying the feeling of the sun's warm rays on her face.
The sky is giving off a hue of orange and yellow, signalling the impending arrival of the evening as the day starts to wind down. The sun begins to descend towards the horizon, casting long shadows on the ground as it goes. The breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and the sounds of children playing in the distance, the carefree laughter of youth contrasting sharply with Mikoto's more serious mood.
Summer is in full swing, and the park is bustling with activity. Joggers pant and sweat as they make their way around the winding path, while children chase each other on the playground. Elderly couples stroll arm-in-arm, enjoying the pleasant weather before it turns too hot.
The little girl sighed. She'd be better off and go home now, Mikoto thought to herself. She knew that she couldn't keep searching for Gunha forever, and that there were other things she needed to attend to. Plus, she was starting to get hungry, and the thought of a hot meal was becoming increasingly appealing.
She jogged back home. If there's one quality that she excels at other than academics, it would be her stamina. Her mom always says that her daughter inherited her endurance and stamina from her father, and Mikoto couldn't help but take pride in that.
She had always been active, playing sports and engaging in physical activities, and it showed in her toned physique and strong legs.
Once home, she told her mother about her search for Gunha and how she had been unable to locate him. Her mother listened attentively, nodding along as Mikoto spoke.
She went to sleep early that night.
Tomorrow morning came just as quickly as she had expected. Mikoto groggily woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before getting out of bed. She went through her morning routine, washing up and getting dressed.
She walked to school like usual, though feeling a little down due to her lack of result nor progress in getting stronger, all those times wasted on a fruitless search for someone whom she had never even spoken to.
She puffed her cheeks.
Hirano, that white haired poopy head had better luck than she did in that aspect, Mikoto thought bitterly. Even if he thought of his power as a curse, it still doesn't help that she had been unsuccessful in her own pursuits.
The bell rang out loud, lunch time was here. As per usual, she went to the cafeteria with her lunchbox in hand. Her friends were rather afraid of Hirano's glare, so they sat on a different bench that was close enough to her, while also away from her. Mikoto didn't mind, she understood their apprehension. She didn't blame them, after all, Hirano was a bit scary and unpredictable at times.
Mikoto opens her lunch box, revealing a bento box filled with her favourite dishes. "Want some chicken?" She asks. The white haired boy hummed as she passed him one. He nibbled on it quietly, gaze locked on his curry.
She sighed. He didn't react.
She sighed once more. Still nothing.
She deflates a little, her shoulder slumping as she poked on the rice in her bento box. "Ne, Hirano," Mikoto begins, her voice soft as she tries to engage him in conversation. He hummed again, but didn't look up from his curry. Mikoto takes a deep breath and tries again. "I was wondering if you could help me with something."
Hirano finally looks up, his gaze meeting Mikoto's. "What, he refuses too?" he asks, his voice quiet and serious.
The girl hesitates for a moment. "... I couldn't find him..." She says, a burning sense of embarrassment and frustration creeping into her voice as she admits her failure. She looks down at her hands, unable to meet Hirano's gaze any longer.
He grunts. "Tough luck then." Hirano returns his gaze to his curry, seemingly unbothered by Mikoto's confession.
Mikoto, on the other hand, can't help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration. She had been hoping that he would've had a change of heart and help her himself or at least provide some insight. But it seems that he doesn't care as much as she thought he would. She can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance towards him, but she quickly pushes it aside. It's not his fault that he doesn't want to help.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm herself down. "It's alright," she says, forcing a smile onto her face. "I'll just keep looking."
Hirano takes a peek at her, taking in her downcast eyes and the forced smile. For the past week, he'd known of her as a bundle of energy, bursting with determination and a fiery spirit. But now, she seemed defeated; almost like a wilting flower, unable to muster the same vigour she had just a moment ago.
He was the cause of this, wasn't he?
There was a bitter taste in his mouth as he realised that his indifference had hurt someone. It was the opposite effect that Frenda had caused yesterday at the amusement park. While she had actively tried to make someone's day, he'd inadvertently brought someone down. He felt something tug in his chest.
'This again...' Why does his chest keep making these... things? He hasn't had this problem up until yesterday. Of all the days he could feel this way, it had to be today, when he was stuck with this unpredictable and intense girl who now seemed so small and fragile.
Hirano sighs, a deep one. He dropped his spoon and rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the sudden headache that had formed. "Truthfully, tell me. Why do you want to be powerful? Power has only ever brought trouble," he says, looking at Mikoto with a serious expression. He has seen firsthand the destructive capabilities of espers and the harm they can cause to others. He'd gone down that path once.
Mikoto looks up at Hirano, before her gaze falls again. "I just want my parents proud of me..."
He raises an eyebrow at her response. "And how do you think becoming stronger will achieve that?" he asks, genuinely curious. He wants to understand her motivations. When he became a Level 5, everyone he knew became wary of him, even someone like Uiharu. Aiho didn't even react much, merely finding amusement in the surprised looks of the evaluation committee.
Mikoto hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I thought if I could become strong enough, I could protect the people I care about. I don't want them to get hurt because of something I couldn't do. I don't want my mom to get hurt."
He flinched at that. His mind flashes with red, blood splattering against the cold, tiled floor. It was this power that got Aiho into the state she was in now. Because he was unwilling to use something that reminded him of his past to save something truly important in his present time. And when the same past came back and tried to engulf him once more, she had to step in and take the blow meant for him. He looks away, his gaze finding the window. The memories from two years ago are still fresh in his mind, like it was just yesterday.
"Becoming strong will not guarantee the safety of those you care about," he says, his voice low and quiet. "In fact, it may even put them in more danger." Hirano's words hang heavy in the air, and Mikoto looks at him with surprise.
Hirano continues, "You'll be targeted by people who want to use you for their own gain. Power isn't gonna be enough." Hirano's gaze is intense, his eyes filled with a seriousness that Mikoto can't ignore. She swallows hard, her heart racing as she takes in his words. She had never considered that becoming stronger could put her loved ones in danger.
"I'm not one to speak. I didn't bring her much of anything but the pain she had to endure now," Hirano admits, his voice tinged with regret. Mikoto looks at him, her expression filled with a mix of sadness and sympathy. She can see the pain hidden behind his eyes, a pain that he tries to hide but fails to do so. "I could have prevented it. I had the ability to do so back then. But I didn't because I was weak."
He let out a shaky breath. "You'll be hurting a lot of people to protect those you care for."
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to absorb his words. "I understand what you're saying," she says, her voice soft. "But I still want to become stronger."
He hummed, letting out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. "Okay," she looks at him.
There's always been this feeling that has been bugging him about her. Ever since he first stumbled upon her on that street, her appearance brought memories that he couldn't quite that gives him feelings of unease; he might even call it fear.
Her very appearance in his eyes screams danger. He doesn't know why, but she has something to do with the Facility that he'd gotten out of. As if those three Kiharas had instilled something into his mind about those chestnut hair.
Flickers of memories, dark room with rows upon rows of massive tubes.
He could remember that place. But he couldn't recall exactly what it was, as there were things relating to that project that he'd rather forget, like when the Kiharas probed into his brain, flowing in static electricity to see exactly how certain parts of it would affect his barrier. They nearly perfected it but at the cost of his sanity.
He doesn't know why but he knows something is gonna happen to this girl.
She is a very nice kid. It would be a shame if something would happen to her, something that he could have prevented. In some way, she reminded him of himself.
He softens a bit. "I'll help you."
Thank you for staying with me this far! We're so close to completion!
Since this is long enough, why not elongate it a bit more?
Anyways, here's 1,500 more words for being such a good boy.
Ya'll should worship me for not half-ing all of these into 2 separate chapters like how a lazy bozo would usually do!
Electricity crackles, flowing freely from her fingertips. She concentrated very hard, her head starting to ache from all the numbers and formulas her brain is processing at once. The protons and the electrons within the air continue to whirl and dance around her fingertips, a visible aura of pure electrical energy. Mikoto's eyes narrowed, the excitement and determination coursing through her veins as she struggled to maintain the delicate balance of her ability. It was a constant battle to keep the energy contained and under control, as she had a tendency to discharge it accidentally when she got too excited or nervous.
Eventually, the electrical charge fizzles out and she let out a deep exhale, gasping whilst rubbing the sides of her head. "Ow..." The young Misaka whimpers, closing her eyes as she tries to alleviate the dull ache that was present in her skull. She knew she had to push herself harder if she wanted to get stronger, but she was still new to all of this. Mikoto's powers were a double-edged sword - she could generate and control electricity, but she also had to be very careful not to let it run wild, lest she end up hurting someone.
"Hn. definitely an improvement." She raises her head towards the albino, who was sitting on a bench right in front of her, on his hand a black can. "The only thing you lack is still your control," Hirano explains.
He took a sip from his can, the sound of the liquid sloshing around inside echoing in the otherwise silent room. His red eyes, a stark contrast to his pale hair and skin, watched her with a critical gaze, as if trying to dissect her abilities and find any and all weaknesses. He got up from the bench.
They were out in the park. Today was the weekend. "You mustn't let the discharge flow too wildly; You have to maintain a steady flow, like a current in a wire. If they spread too wildly apart it will only weaken the current, and you won't be able to utilize its full potential," Hirano continued, demonstrating the motion of directing electrical energy with his hands. His movements were precise and calculated, each gesture accompanied by a low hum of energy that was barely visible to the naked eye.
Mikoto watched in amazement as Hirano manipulated the electrical charges in the air, creating intricate patterns and shapes that danced and flickered in the sunlight. "Electrons and protons, when manipulated correctly, can create a myriad of effects. It all depends on how you direct them and what kind of energy you want to produce." Hirano said, glancing over at Mikoto. "Heat, magnetism, even light. The possibilities are endless. Now, try again."
The young girl took a deep breath, gathering her determination and focusing her mind. She raised her hands, feeling the tiny particles of matter swirling around her fingertips once more. "The principles of your power, remember them. Lorentz forces, electromagnetic theory, electric currents, Coulomb's law..." Hirano recites, his voice barely above a whisper. "Remember them all, and master them. Endure the pain. Then, you'll truly be unstoppable."
Mikoto nods, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her. She closes her eyes, visualising the formulas and principles that Hirano had just recited, intertwining them with the flow of energy that she was trying to control. Slowly, the particles begin to move in sync, forming a coherent pattern that pulses between her hands. She concentrates the energy conversion and redistributes it, feeling the temperature of the air around her begin to rise. With each passing moment, the aura of electrical energy grows brighter and more defined, like a tiny star burning steadily in the centre of her palms.
She peeks at the fizzling ball, frying the very air around it as the temperature keeps rising. "Is it... doing anything?" She whispers, unsure if she's actually making any progress or if she's just imagining it.
Hirano's lips curl into a small smile. "Yes, it is. You're doing good." Mikoto's heart skips a beat, her entire body tingling with excitement as she hears those words. It was the first time someone had ever praised her for her efforts. She was a prodigy, and that's all everyone ever cared for. But somehow his words mattered to her.
She takes a deep breath, focusing her efforts once more. She controlled as many currents she could, gathering into a single point. The plasma within the air crackles and pops, the smell of ozone heavy in the air. With a final surge of determination, she pushes the energy to its limit, feeling the temperature spike even higher.
Hirano's smile was momentarily wiped. He reacted just as quickly as the sudden flash of light pulsing, filling and frying the air. He lunges at her, pulling her close as the energy grew too intense for her to stabilise, the heat washing over them both as the electrical discharge was released in a single, massive wave. He manages to redirect all the energy that touches him onto the ground, turning the grass into crisp, light brown. The smell of burnt grass fills the air as the energy dissipates, leaving behind only the aftermath of their training. Hirano, still holding onto the young girl, releases her, his eyes assessing her condition.
"That's a plasma discharge. You've done it, brat." Mikoto painted, her vision blurred from the effort. She could barely feel her limbs, and her head was spinning. But she felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. "Congrats, I suppose. You're a Level 3."
As she looked up at Hirano, her heart swelled with gratitude. He had helped her. And he had praised her. It was the first time anyone had done so, and it meant more to her than anything. She wrapped an arm around his waist, grateful for his support.
"Th-thank you. I'll get even stronger, so I can protect you too." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hirano looked down at her, his expression unreadable for a split second. "I don't need protection, third-string."
As they stood there in the park, surrounded by the smell of burnt grass and the afterglow of her first successful plasma discharge, Misaka Mikoto knew that she had found someone she could rely on. But before she can celebrate further, they still have to take care of one small problem.
She pulled away from the hug, the smile on her face slowly turning sour. They'd just burned off a large chunk of the park. "Umm... am I going to-"
"Let's go." Hirano immediately grabbed her by the wrist, leading her away from the crime scene. The little girl didn't voice a single word about how they're responsible for this. Truthfully, she was scared of the consequence that might befall them if they were to stay any longer.
Just as they were about to escape the block, fate decides that they won't be that easy on them. A figure steps out from behind and shouts at them, and the duo freezes on the spot. Both from the familiarity of the voice and Mikoto's absolute fear of being reprimanded. "You two! What do you think you're doing?!"
He was the first to turn around. His eyes twitched when his gaze landed on her. That twin tail. She was surprised, the glare disappeared when their eyes met. "H-Hirano-senpai?!" Kuroko was baffled, her accusing finger pointing at the albino boy wavering slightly. She blinked, her eyes scanning the both of them, taking in their appearances and the smell of something burnt from them.
"I-I thought..." Kuroko's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on his hand, holding on the girl's wrist. "Umm... who are you?" The twin tailed girl asks, looking at the chestnut haired girl at his side with a puzzled expression.
"I'm Misaka Mikoto. His..." She looks up at him. He rolled his eyes, shrugging.
For a second there, Kuroko's thoughts went elsewhere when she misinterpreted the silent messages being relayed between the two. In the very same timeframe she registered everything, she reacted dramatically, gasping. "You're dating her?!" Hirano blinked at her accusation.
"No, i'm not," he replied curtly, his grip on Mikoto's wrist tightening slightly. Mikoto's heart skipped a beat at his sudden reaction, but she didn't say anything. "I'm helping her."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Hirano and Mikoto found themselves standing in front of several dozens of Anti-Skill officers, Kuroko and Uiharu on the side, apologising and taking responsibility for burning off a public property. Basically, Arson.
They were both forgiven and let go both due to the fact that the scorched grass was not a big deal and the fact that they had not started the fire on purpose. Not to mention, they were both under the age of 13, hence making them technically not liable for their actions. The two were left with a warning and a hefty fine, which Kuroko and Uiharu took care of since they were the ones who had seen them. Uiharu, Kuroko and Mikoto clicked off almost instantly. Their energy and enthusiasm were almost identical, almost as if the two were already best friends. It was obvious that the two of them had hit it off. As for Hirano, he just sighed in relief, glad that this whole ordeal was over.
That's a total of 11k words right there. Should be enough for me not to upload new chapters for 2 weeks, right?
Jk.
Or am I?
New chapter new week! (Or not? Who knows!)