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{Shinsou Hitoshi} contest prize for JustABrokenSpirit
word count: 900+
warnings: none
gender: female.
au: none.
vale -
/va.lɛ/
1. farewell
origin: latin
The first time you talked to him was in middle school. Honestly, Shinsou found it strange because no one talked to him much; they weren’t cold or abrasive—they were just afraid of the things he could do with their voice. So when the teacher asked the class about future career plans and he smiled a little sadly along with the raucous shouting of ‘hero’, you turned to him, sitting at the desk next to yours.
“You too?” you asked, so softly the words felt swallowed by the class’s commotion. He heard it.
“Yeah,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
You hummed, and then chuckled. “You’d make it look too easy.”
“What?” Shinsou seemed surprised, like that was the first time he’d heard anything of that sort.
You grinned. “You could just tell all the villains to stop and lock themselves up. The whole industry would be put out of business.”
He gaped for a second before smiling bashfully. “Thanks. What about you?”
You paused, resting your chin on your palm as you thought.
“Not sure,” you replied, “not a hero though. I’m not good at that kind of stuff.”
That was his third surprise of the day. Not only had you talked to him and supported his goal, but you weren’t one of the many masses that shared it. And as the teacher called for the class to be quiet and you mouthed him a quick ‘good luck’, he thought, this girl must be crazy.
Shinsou wasn’t wrong. If a complete outsider had been introduced to the situation, they’d no doubt have agreed. ‘Girl willingly talks to boy who can brainwash anyone that responds to him,’ the headline reads. Crazy for sure. But for some reason you wouldn’t stop talking to him and it honestly left him perplexed as to why. Even though he kept pointing out that he could literally control minds, somehow you’d always, always, keep popping up in his life out of the middle of nowhere with an enthusiastic chirp of “Shinsou!” and coupons to the arcade or something. So he’d forget about the brainwashing and the annoying, repetitive remarks people said about it, and he’d go play dumb games with you because life just felt so simple all of a sudden when he had a slushie in his hand and his best friend by his side.
But things weren’t always so sweet, or at least they couldn’t stay that way. Because as you awkwardly faced Shinsou at his doorstep on the day before he left for UA, you felt something rise in your chest that could only have been described as bitter. The longer you stood there, restlessly fidgeting with your fingers, the more it burned—like someone had just planted a hot coal on the inside of your ribcage and with every beat of your heart, the thing seared further into your flesh. And without even thinking, you stepped forward and drew him into a hug, the same hug he had felt probably felt a hundred times by then since you’d always said you liked to hug him, said he was just the right height. But this one was a little tighter than normal, and you weren’t sure if it was your fault or his. Maybe it was just the desperation because for some goddamn reason you felt like this was all a vague kind of final goodbye. Even though the both of you had said you’d keep in touch, keep messaging and calling and whatnot, you knew Shinsou really was about to get up tomorrow morning, gather his things, and leave you behind. And by the time you woke up he’d already be gone—and you’d go and walk alone in the opposite direction to a school that you thought was not nearly close enough to UA. So it all felt kind of bitter as you took a shuddering breath, embracing him just a little tighter.
“I’ll miss you,” you whispered.
“I’m not dying,” he replied, smiling a little sadly.
“My best friend is shipping out to a far off place and I won’t be able to see him,” you said, faking a sniffle. “And I don’t want him to go away but he’s gonna become the best hero ever so I’m totally letting him.”
He laughed. “I’m glad I have your blessing.”
You pulled away, exaggerating as you pretended to wipe imaginary snot away.
“Go out there and give the world a big shock,” you said, “tell ‘em Shinsou Hitoshi’s here to kick ass and he’s gonna be the best hero anyone’s ever seen. I’ll even brag one day, say ‘see that awesome hero with the floofy purple hair? I was his best friend in middle school’—and they’ll all be jealous. And, uh,” you paused, smiling even though you knew if you said any more the tears would make it past the tightness in your throat, “I won’t tell them this, but he was the best friend I ever had.”
The line of his lips wobbled a little bit then, and he suddenly drew you into another tight, desperate hug. By the time his mother called for him to close the door or else mosquitoes would get in, his shoulder was already soaked in tears. So was yours.
You pulled back, wiping at your nose for real this time. You took a deep breath and grinned as best you could.
“Go put the hero industry out of business,” you declared.
He wiped at his puffy eyes and nodded. “You bet.”
You smiled wider, though it was just a little bit sad.
“See you later, Shinsou Hitoshi.”
He smiled back with that same kind of wistful look in his eyes. A look that you both knew meant farewell.
“See you later, [Name].”
And the door swung shut.
word count: 900+
warnings: none
gender: female.
au: none.
vale -
/va.lɛ/
1. farewell
origin: latin
The first time you talked to him was in middle school. Honestly, Shinsou found it strange because no one talked to him much; they weren’t cold or abrasive—they were just afraid of the things he could do with their voice. So when the teacher asked the class about future career plans and he smiled a little sadly along with the raucous shouting of ‘hero’, you turned to him, sitting at the desk next to yours.
“You too?” you asked, so softly the words felt swallowed by the class’s commotion. He heard it.
“Yeah,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
You hummed, and then chuckled. “You’d make it look too easy.”
“What?” Shinsou seemed surprised, like that was the first time he’d heard anything of that sort.
You grinned. “You could just tell all the villains to stop and lock themselves up. The whole industry would be put out of business.”
He gaped for a second before smiling bashfully. “Thanks. What about you?”
You paused, resting your chin on your palm as you thought.
“Not sure,” you replied, “not a hero though. I’m not good at that kind of stuff.”
That was his third surprise of the day. Not only had you talked to him and supported his goal, but you weren’t one of the many masses that shared it. And as the teacher called for the class to be quiet and you mouthed him a quick ‘good luck’, he thought, this girl must be crazy.
Shinsou wasn’t wrong. If a complete outsider had been introduced to the situation, they’d no doubt have agreed. ‘Girl willingly talks to boy who can brainwash anyone that responds to him,’ the headline reads. Crazy for sure. But for some reason you wouldn’t stop talking to him and it honestly left him perplexed as to why. Even though he kept pointing out that he could literally control minds, somehow you’d always, always, keep popping up in his life out of the middle of nowhere with an enthusiastic chirp of “Shinsou!” and coupons to the arcade or something. So he’d forget about the brainwashing and the annoying, repetitive remarks people said about it, and he’d go play dumb games with you because life just felt so simple all of a sudden when he had a slushie in his hand and his best friend by his side.
But things weren’t always so sweet, or at least they couldn’t stay that way. Because as you awkwardly faced Shinsou at his doorstep on the day before he left for UA, you felt something rise in your chest that could only have been described as bitter. The longer you stood there, restlessly fidgeting with your fingers, the more it burned—like someone had just planted a hot coal on the inside of your ribcage and with every beat of your heart, the thing seared further into your flesh. And without even thinking, you stepped forward and drew him into a hug, the same hug he had felt probably felt a hundred times by then since you’d always said you liked to hug him, said he was just the right height. But this one was a little tighter than normal, and you weren’t sure if it was your fault or his. Maybe it was just the desperation because for some goddamn reason you felt like this was all a vague kind of final goodbye. Even though the both of you had said you’d keep in touch, keep messaging and calling and whatnot, you knew Shinsou really was about to get up tomorrow morning, gather his things, and leave you behind. And by the time you woke up he’d already be gone—and you’d go and walk alone in the opposite direction to a school that you thought was not nearly close enough to UA. So it all felt kind of bitter as you took a shuddering breath, embracing him just a little tighter.
“I’ll miss you,” you whispered.
“I’m not dying,” he replied, smiling a little sadly.
“My best friend is shipping out to a far off place and I won’t be able to see him,” you said, faking a sniffle. “And I don’t want him to go away but he’s gonna become the best hero ever so I’m totally letting him.”
He laughed. “I’m glad I have your blessing.”
You pulled away, exaggerating as you pretended to wipe imaginary snot away.
“Go out there and give the world a big shock,” you said, “tell ‘em Shinsou Hitoshi’s here to kick ass and he’s gonna be the best hero anyone’s ever seen. I’ll even brag one day, say ‘see that awesome hero with the floofy purple hair? I was his best friend in middle school’—and they’ll all be jealous. And, uh,” you paused, smiling even though you knew if you said any more the tears would make it past the tightness in your throat, “I won’t tell them this, but he was the best friend I ever had.”
The line of his lips wobbled a little bit then, and he suddenly drew you into another tight, desperate hug. By the time his mother called for him to close the door or else mosquitoes would get in, his shoulder was already soaked in tears. So was yours.
You pulled back, wiping at your nose for real this time. You took a deep breath and grinned as best you could.
“Go put the hero industry out of business,” you declared.
He wiped at his puffy eyes and nodded. “You bet.”
You smiled wider, though it was just a little bit sad.
“See you later, Shinsou Hitoshi.”
He smiled back with that same kind of wistful look in his eyes. A look that you both knew meant farewell.
“See you later, [Name].”
And the door swung shut.
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contest prize for JustABrokenSpirit !! the prompt was a bittersweet friendship between shinsou and reader where reader doesn't want to be a hero
it was also supposed to be ~750 words but apparently i'm terrible at managing my word count
anyway here's shinsou my purple son who deserves better
this is actually my first time writing a sad (?) ending so i hope it's ok
Story and image edit © me
image is straight from the manga
I do not own mha/bnha or you in any way so don't sue me
it was also supposed to be ~750 words but apparently i'm terrible at managing my word count
anyway here's shinsou my purple son who deserves better
this is actually my first time writing a sad (?) ending so i hope it's ok
Story and image edit © me
image is straight from the manga
I do not own mha/bnha or you in any way so don't sue me
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