Evil little non-canon ficlet <3
[Hina and the text written under the ā¦ are both by the lovely @plutoeater ]
It wasnāt long till hina had given hoshi a reason to fight, and with kikuās PR support, it was hard for much of the class to be anything more than neutral about the blame for the fight.
Both, obviously were to blame, but it doesnāt feel like that when youāre the one who loses.
Hina was busy trying to patch herself up alone when she felt a shadow fall atop her, and she flinched to look up and see who had approached.
āFirst time?ā
Aito Takao, a student that Hina had cold feelings towards at best, had come to find her. āFirst time always sucks the most. It doesnāt get easier after this.ā He said clearly, setting down the first aid kit and finding some bandages in it. āThis is stolen. I never do learn, do I?ā He chuckled humorlessly, immediately focusing back on helping Hina. Up close, Hina could notice a few patched up injuries on Aito- most clearly done by a student, some clearly done by herself.
āThis isnāt gonna be the last one.ā Aito huffed, doing her best to find all of Hinaās injuries without asking directly. āYou might think it is. But itās not.ā
Aito pasued for a second. His hair fell from one eye, but he could hardly notice- it was puffy and closed from a black eye.
āWhatever is soft inside you.ā Aito said, pointing to Hinaās chest, but alluding to her soul. āYou gotta make it hard. That way, the next time they hit youā¦ā
His hands balled into a fit, shaking slightly before he put it down. āThe next time they hit you, itāll break their hand.ā
ā¦
Hinaās lip twitched up at the comment. Seriously, this was all so embarrassing. Sheād already lost to Hoshizawa the Backbone-less and Kiku, who had probably never smiled a day in her life. Now sheās being patched up by a complete and utter strangerā willingly. Some part of her felt almost comforted by Aitoās being here; loser solidarity she supposes, or sheās been ensnared by his charm quirk. Whatever it was, it all felt so out of place. A melody hidden beneath the blaring screeching of tires. She couldnāt contain her amusement any longer, a quick snort leaving her nose. Her hand covered her face in slight embarrassing, though still managing to catch the look Aito casted on her.
āIām sorry Ai, itās just- this is exactly like that one episode of dance moms,ā she struggled to say in between giggles, āthe two bitches are left.ā Her frantic giggles soon turned to full belly laughs. Aito, in his shock at such levity, giggled along with her. Neither wasnāt sure why, nothing about this situation was funny, but maybe thatās what makes it funny.
