WHAT MAKES A HERO?

I hate your hajime hinata blog :/

Was she pulling his leg? No, it couldn’t be. That was the first time they were meeting. An amused smile flashed on his countenance.

❝ My name is Hajime too. Hajime Hinata.❞

After the curt introduction, his attitude shifted to a more serious tone.  Was she really serious? While he agreed with her, that it was unfair how the Reserve Course was treated, it was also against the rules to go there.

❝ Are you being serious? Going to the Main Building? The security is going to spot you in no time. ❞ The guards were always making the rounds – ironically they are all ordinary people like them, but wouldn’t think twice about kicking them out of the premises. Even if she gets to dodge them, if a single student spots her she might be in trouble as many of them deem the Reserve Course students as being lower than dirt. There is this unease hostility in the air at all times.

❝ Besides…What for? ❞

hajime leaned forward, propping her elbows up on her thighs and her head up on her hands. “ooohhh, hajime-kun... i see!” she nodded sagely, committing his name to memory. she was a people person through and through, and even though she didn’t know anything about the boy, it excited her that they shared a name. it made them friends already, in her book, though she wasn’t so far gone as to believe he’d feel the same way.

she extended a hand thoughtfully, two fingers up in what might have been a peace sign if she wasn’t opening and closing them like scissors. what for? it seemed like a silly question to her. “i want to know, of course,” she told him. “that’s all.”

being restricted bothered hajime in ways she couldn’t fully describe. she could put up with it so long as there was a benefit to it, but she couldn’t see any benefit in keeping the reserve students and the main course students so far apart. “don’t you want to know, too? the more somebody tries to keep you from going somewhere, the more you wanna go, right? it’s only natural.” she smiled. “that’s how i feel, at least.”

<♮> It wasn’t often that she had to step into the school supplies section of the store - most of her research was on electronic devices like her laptop and phone, and she preferred it that way. She wanted to avoid that cliche of one random paper slipping out from a notebook to an unknown person as much as possible. Then again, there were a few worlds that didn’t use such technology, so she’d have to adapt. That’s why she was looking for a notebook simple enough that it wouldn’t raise suspicion for seeming too extraordinary.

Linh Xuan wasn’t exactly expecting someone to have their own input on the book she was currently holding, though.

“–Uh, yeah, I guess?” Immediately, she pegged this girl as odd. She had managed to hide how her shoulders jolted up in surprise, but the bewilderment on her face was clear as day. Not everyone was so happy-go-lucky over stationary. Soon after she got over the shock though, Linh Xuan figured it was a good opportunity to investigate her character. Odd people often ended up being protagonists, after all.

“Did you want to take a closer look at it? Here,” she added quickly, extending her hand out with the notebook in its grasp.

hajime was already reaching out for the notebook, fingers wiggling wildly as she extended her hands to take it. when she had the object safely in her grasp, she stroked it, whispering loving words into its pages as she carefully flipped through them. “what could you be, i wonder....” she murmured.

she looked it over for another few seconds before she remembered that she had company. hazel eyes glanced up, taking in linh xuan in front of her. for an extended moment it seemed as if she might apologize for her rude behavior, but she went in the exact opposite direction: she extended a hand and happily shook the other girl’s. it was quite the vigorous shake, hajime grinning without a care in the world.

“….”

He shouldn’t be in there. He didn’t belong in there. He should be in the Main Course. That was a lingering, everyday feeling that the Reserve Course student always had. He admired Hope’s Peak Academy. He admired it with the bottom of his heart, wishing to belong there – to be someone he should be proud of. To have confidence in himself, to be an Ultimate. Instead, he was no-one. And he hated it.

Days seemed to drag one after another, bleak and boring. The gentle noise of the fountain was soothing but did little to ease that feeling.

It was only when the girl’s voice sounded to be directed at him that he finally acknowledged her presence.

❝ Heh?❞ he turned to the stranger ❝ Are you talking to me? What are you even talking about? ❞

one of her cheeks puffed out in an expression that might be somewhat familiar to the boy. she didn’t see anybody else around, so it should be safe to assume that she was talking to him!

“the main course, of course!” hajime exclaimed, pointing to the building in the distance. “they keep us out like we’re vermin... but don’t they know their parents and families are just like us?” she kicked her feet out in front of her, cross but still left pondering their situation. even though she attended hope’s peak, she’d never exactly wanted to be talented. she came here because it was her mother’s wish that she attend a prestigious school. maybe people couldn’t deny her jobs thanks to her oddities if she graduated from hope’s peak academy.

“......”

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