Evil little non-canon ficlet <3
[Hina and the text written under the … are both by the lovely @plutoeater ]
It wasn’t long till hina had given hoshi a reason to fight, and with kiku’s 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 doesn’t feel like that when you’re 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.
“First time?”
Aito Takao, a student that Hina had cold feelings towards at best, had come to find her. “First time always sucks the most. It doesn’t get easier after this.” He said clearly, setting down the first aid kit and finding some bandages in it. “This is stolen. I never do learn, do I?” 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.
“This isn’t gonna be the last one.” Aito huffed, doing her best to find all of Hina’s injuries without asking directly. “You might think it is. But it’s not.”
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.
“Whatever is soft inside you.” Aito said, pointing to Hina’s chest, but alluding to her soul. “You gotta make it hard. That way, the next time they hit you…”
His hands balled into a fit, shaking slightly before he put it down. “The next time they hit you, it’ll break their hand.”
…
Hina’s lip twitched up at the comment. Seriously, this was all so embarrassing. She’d already lost to Hoshizawa the Backbone-less and Kiku, who had probably never smiled a day in her life. Now she’s being patched up by a complete and utter stranger— willingly. Some part of her felt almost comforted by Aito’s being here; loser solidarity she supposes, or she’s 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 couldn’t 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.
“I’m sorry Ai, it’s just- this is exactly like that one episode of dance moms,” she struggled to say in between giggles, “the two bitches are left.” Her frantic giggles soon turned to full belly laughs. Aito, in his shock at such levity, giggled along with her. Neither wasn’t sure why, nothing about this situation was funny, but maybe that’s what makes it funny.
