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When You Find Family Hold On Tight

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Sat on the couch in the common room of the dorms, Hitoshi felt bad watching his cousins cleaning up the place around him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help? I don’t mind and we’ll get the job done a lot quicker.”

“For the last time, you didn’t cause any of this mess so no, just get some rest, using your quirk back there at the exam probably took a lot out of you, don’t push yourself.” Kacchan replied.

“Yeah.” Zuku nodded. “It’s our punishment not yours, and anyway, if Shouza came in here and saw you helping he’d probably just extend it for the rest of the week.” He smirked.

He noticed the pile of trash bags by the door.

“At least let me take these downstairs, I could do with some fresh air.”

“Tosh…” Kacchan attempted but he didn’t listen, making his way over and collecting the bags.

“It’s fine, I won’t be long.” He offered a smile.

As he walked through the campus he looked around for the dumpster, having only recently joined his classmates living almost fulltime at the dorms he was still getting used to where everything was. The buildings seemed endless as he passed the same sand coloured bricks for what felt like forever, just sand, sand, a face sticking out of the wall, and more sa-…

Hitoshi backed up slightly to confirm if he’d seen what he thought he’d seen.

“Ha! Trash, amiright?”

Hitoshi didn’t move an inch, eyes still staring.

“What are you doing, you know you can just throw away the food trays with the burnables, don’t you?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t, I’m pretty new at this.”

“Hmm.” The face slowly retracted into the wall.

What the fuck…

“Hey, down here.”

Slowly his eyes tracked to the floor.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” He screamed.

“So, I bet that was a freaky surprise for ya? Kinda sorry about that. Gotta’ admit, I did pop up here ‘cause I thought you’d be shocked, though.”

“How… how are you doing that?”

The guy laughed.

“Not a bad question there, my friend!”


“Sometimes I even weird myself out, you know, once in a blue moon.”

The guy’s eyes seemed to look him over before his expression changed as he saw the shakes overcoming his body. Within seconds the guy fully emerged from the ground, his gaze softer and apologetic.

“Hey, sorry, my jokes sometimes don’t always land like I anticipate them too, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything, or at least, that wasn’t my intention.”

Hitoshi shook his head.

“No, I just… It’s my fault, you know, for being scared in the first place, you were just coming to say hello, right? What’s so scary about that, if I wanna’ be a hero I can’t let crap like this bother me.”

The guy’s expression only seemed to soften further before a smile came to his face.

“You remind me a lot of my friend, he’s a worrier too.”

“I wouldn’t say I was a worrier, I kinda’ just…” He stopped. “Nevermind, I don’t need to dump all that on you. I’m Hitoshi Shinsou… I mean, Aizawa.”

“As in Aizawa-sensei?”

“Sorta’, he adopted me, I’m not his kid or anything, biologically I mean, I am his kid just not…” He exhaled. “Sorry.”

The guy chuckled.

“You apologise a lot when it’s unwarranted. It’s fine; honestly, we’re just two friends getting to know each other, that’s always awkward for both sides at first, right?”

Hitoshi smiled before he nodded.

“I guess?”

He didn’t exactly have much experience in the matter.

“Well then you can call me Mirio-senpai.”

His eyes widened.

“Oh no, I can’t call you that!”

“Why not, we’re friends right, it would be weird to call you Aizawa so if I call you Hitoshi then you should be allowed to call me Mirio.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Of course!” The blonde guy grinned.

“So, are you a third year?”

“Yup.” He paused before realisation came to his expression. “Hey, I do remember you actually!”

Oh god, please not from anything about the USJ.

“We watched your class’s matches in homeroom; you’re the control kid who went against that excitable green-haired kid, right?

“So you saw me lose then?”

“What, nooooo, I saw someone with amazing potential nearly win against someone with a power type, that takes a lot of talent to even last that long in a fight, you should be proud.”

Hitoshi smiled a little.

“So how did you do in the sports festival?”

“Well I’m in 3-B so I had a lot of competition but I ended up coming in fifth so I’m really pleased with how I did, it’s a big improvement from the two years prior, my friends claimed two of the top three spots on the podium, I was so proud of them.”

The way he spoke so genuinely about his friends filled Hitoshi with a warmth he’d rarely felt outside of his family, this guy was so… nice, he didn’t think people like this existed, but they apparently did because of them was standing right in front of him.

“Well, I better be going. I’ll see you real soon though, and you can trust me on that.”

Hitoshi nodded.

“Thanks for… talking to me, it was really nice to meet you.”

He couldn’t decipher the expression on Mirio-senpai’s face, it looked almost sad at what he’d said. Oh no, had he said something to upset him?

“The pleasure was all mine, you’re a great person to talk to, Hitoshi.”

What followed was the biggest smile he’d ever seen before Mirio-senpai rushed off.