17 Feb 2020
Hitoshi thinks it's ironic that he finds his soulmate during what is essentially a school-sanctioned brawl.
18 Mar 2020
The next switch happens during English in the following days. One moment, sixteen-year-old Yaoyorozu is dutifully reciting a passage for the class, and then Momo is there, dressed in a stylish pantsuit and holding a stack of papers, reaching for a phone that isn’t there as her eyes scan the meeting discussion points. Her hand smacks against Shinsou’s arm.
“Ow,” says Shinsou, more out of reflex than any actual pain.
Momo drops the papers. “Not now—I have a meeting in five minutes!”
On a mission, ten or so years into the future, a few members of Class A arrest a villain with a time travel quirk. They switch places with their younger selves one at a time.
It is very inconvenient.
13 Sep 2020
“. . . You look comfortable.”
Despite having stared in his general direction, Shinsou startled at his voice. Hizashi liked to think he wasn’t the most intimidating pro hero—and he was proud of his consecutive “#3 Kid-Friendly Pro” title—but Shinsou’s expression tightened and shuttered when he stepped into view. Hizashi scanned his students’ face, emotions swirling at the bruises and cuts.
He wondered how long Shinsou had been there, curled and shivering against a metal trashcan.
“You don’t have to lie,” Shinsou rasped out a moment later. Hizashi didn’t like the sound of his voice, either. “I know I . . . look like shit, sensei.”
“Language,” Hizashi half-heartedly corrected. It was an impulse, at this point.
06 Oct 2020
“D-Did P-Present Mic call you?”
Hawks uses his feathers to retrieve Hitoshi’s belongings, shaking his head. “No one called me,” Hawks says quietly, and before that could settle into Hitoshi’s lungs, continues: “I was . . . taking a flight and saw you.”
Cold seeps into the soles of his feet. “O-oh.”
“What’s your name, kiddo?” questions Hawks as he helps Hitoshi into his shoes, likely not trusting the way Hitoshi’s limbs trembled. There’s still a feather nestled into his clothes. A sharp, grounding grasp against the fabric. Hawks’ smile twitches at the sight of Hitoshi’s note, but he doesn’t bring attention to it. “Shit, kid, I—how old are—?” Hawks cuts himself off, exhaling. It hitches. “Okay. Okay.”
It hits Hitoshi, suddenly, that Hawks, for all that he is the Number 2 Pro Hero, is barely twenty-two. Hitoshi, likewise, is barely sixteen.
- Part 1 of rose-colored hearts (whumptober)
It’s the reason he’s here now – on an epic journey for skittles and lucky charms – in a two-bit 24/7. It’s here that everything changes. When the truth comes to a head. When his despair becomes terror. Because Allison and the very much alive Gerard Argent are here too. Grocery shopping, of all things.
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