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“Shinsou! Brat, there a letter here for you!” His Foster Mothers’ voice rings out, startling him from what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he puts down his only stuffed toy, collects himself and silently makes his way down the stairs. Eyes to the ground he enters the kitchen where she waits for him, holding out the letter. Nodding his head, he grabs it from her outstretched hand. Looking down at it he sees the bold emblem of UA High School, heart speeding up and breathing pauses for a moment as he looks over it. Lowering his hand, he waits to be dismissed by Ms Takahashi.
“Well open it,” She gestures to the letter, “The sooner you do the sooner you can get this ridiculous idea out of your head that someone like you can be a hero.” She almost seemed to sneer at the last part.
With shaky hands, he starts to open the letter, scared to rip it, once opened he looks down at the content with confusion seeing not only 2 letters, but a small disk included with it. Ignoring the disk, he looked at the letters one seemed to be a list and on the other, no information could be seen. For now, he carefully pulls out the letter he assumes would be his rejection letter to the hero course and acceptance into general studies, skimming the letter for any sign of condolences or rejection.
‘Shinsou Hitoshi,
UA is happy to welcome you to the incoming class of 1A (Hero Course) as stated in the included message disk.
Going forward UA would like to …’
His breath stopped, eyes wide rereading the first sentence repeatedly. He made it… He made it!
“Well, Brat.” A cruel smirk looked down at him, holding her hand out for the letter. “Get it over with and let me see.” He quickly put the letter in her hand, his read enough. He got in, and that’s all that mattered for him. Risking a glance up at his foster mother he watched her face morph into one of confusion, eyes moving quickly over the page and going back up to the top when rage slowly seeped into her expression. Taking a small step back as her eyes flicked up to him, “What did you do.” Her voice was unwavering and demanding as she stood to her full height towering over him, “You must have cheated, used your quirk to force them to accept a villainous baby like yourself.”
Shaking his head, he takes a step back unintentionally trapping himself between his foster mum and the wall, “You’re lying.” She purrs out grabbing him by the too-tight muzzle that’s his only constant in this house, “What have we said about lying Hitoshi, do I need to grab your father to teach you a lesson.” Shaking his head again, wishing for once he could speak up and defend himself even if he knew right now no sounds would come out no matter how hard he tried. Begging with his eyes her hand pulls back slapping him, forcing the metal of the muzzle to dig deeper under his eyes as his head snaps to the side hitting the wall he’s been backed up against.
“Go,” she sneered, stepping back, and allowing Hitoshi to take a breath. “If you’re lucky I won’t tell your father about you lying to me. We will however be discussing your enrolment in this school.” Fear lit up behind his eyes as he did everything to convey his begging without words, “I think the school is owed a call after all. To ensure this letter was meant to be sent out to you and not a more worthy person.”
Holding tight to the envelope he nods his head keeping his eye down, “Go. I’m going to talk to your father.” Without any other prompting, he ran out of the room quickly making his way up the stairs and slipping into his room.
Pulling out the disk in the envelope he watched in awe as the moment he set it down a hologram of All Might himself appeared.
“I am here! As a projection, to welcome and congratulate you on your acceptance into UA’s Hero Course Shinsou Hitoshi!
Although you barely managed in defeating the robot villains there was a much more admirable skill, we saw you use. Using your quirk and quick thinking you successfully managed to get many fellow competitors out of the way of robots and calm down students who had been trapped or paralysed in fear.
And what kind of hero school would we be if we didn’t accept those with Heroic intentions, although you only scored 3 Villain points you Shinsou Hitoshi scored 35 rescue points giving you a score of 38 and with the 92% scored on your written test you placed in the top 10% of all test takers.
Congratulations and welcome to Your Hero Academia.”
Shinsou stared at the disk playing the clip again and again till he heard his door shift open ever so slightly. Slamming his hands on the disk to muffle the last part again he turned around to see his younger foster brother walk into their shared bedroom, just as All Might shouts out the last line again before going quiet.
Looking up at him eyes wide Hiroto scuttles up to him, “You got in?”
Hitoshi nods his head not looking at him, “That’s so fucking cool.” Shinsou looks up trying to convey that he agrees through his eyes along.
Hiroto is his youngest and newest foster brother arriving only 6 months ago, after the older boy aged out of the system. He’s been a relatively friendly companion these past 6 months, being only 8 he and Hitoshi are the only ones still in the kids’ room though Hiroto should be moving into the spare bedroom once he turns 9 as he’s already tested into being a baseline, sadly enough Hitoshi never will be moved out of this room, the only little in the household means he stays perpetually in the kid’s room no matter what house he stays at.
“How did the Takashi’s react, they must be excited to have a foster kid in the hero course, especially at one as good as UA.” Hitoshi looked down keeping him from seeing his grimace, luckily Hiroto has yet to encounter the wrath of their fosters, Aoi and Hitoshi have been doing what they can to keep him out of their sights even if it puts them in the firing line. He shrugs his shoulders pulling out the envelope again and looking through the supply list and forms Hitoshi will need to send back if he’s still able to go. “Either way it’s gonna be so cool, you’re gonna be around so many cool Heroes. Do ya think you could get me, Snipes, autograph his quirk is so like mine and he’s so awesome.” He rambles on going over to his bed to settle his stuff down and looking back over to Hitoshi’s side of the room, seeing the edge of the hastily put away soft toy. “Oh, Ummm do you want to play or something?” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
Hiroto much like the rest of the baselines Hitoshi has met, would never be truly comfortable around other littles like himself. Other baselines would either always baby him or be awkward about it never knowing if they should treat him like a kid or like his actual age. Not like he blames them much, Littles are rare, rarer than their caregiver counterparts, his only 1 of 3 littles in his whole school and only 5 caregivers only one of which was a teacher.
He shook his head placing the toy more solidly out of sight to anyone who might happen into the room, “Ok, cool let me know if your little and I’ll grab one of the Takashi’s.”
Freezing ever so slightly he nodded his head again. That has been the only bad thing about Hiroto moving in, he is a kind kid but has yet to catch on to how their Forster parents are and will go running to them as they are the only caregivers in the house whenever he thinks Hitoshi is little. Not that Hitoshi will ever purposely act little, he’s been pushing down this side of him from the moment his first foster parents taught him the lesson that no one wanted a brat like him as a little, no matter how much he promises to be good and how quiet he is, being little is just not feasible. So, he doesn’t he waits till everyone is asleep at night and will occasionally allow himself the comfort of his soft toy and let the big emotions take their toll on him and be back to normal before anyone in the house could tell he was struggling.
There was that one day, not long after he moved in here, the Takashi’s left town for the night for work and Honokaa, his oldest foster sister was out at her boyfriend’s, and it was just him and Aoi. She was able to get the key to his muzzle and took it off him for most of the night and watched a cartoon with him. With just the two of them, he was almost tempted to slip into his little space. She had been nothing but kind and early on warned him against going to their fosters if he was slipping and instead go to her. She informed him she was of the babysitter designation, and although she wouldn’t be as good as a caregiver, she could help him out should he ever need it. He wouldn’t though, he’s learnt his lesson too many times, as kind as she could be that could change in a heartbeat should it put her in danger. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.
Tucking the letter into his pillowcase, he looked back at Hiroto nodding once again and grabbing his phone laid back on his bed scrolling through his Twitter feed, hoping beyond hope that his foster parents wouldn’t crush his dream before it could even begin.