An autumn breeze picked up a few spare leaves, which danced across the concrete before settling in a gutter. Besides the occasional dry leaf or unnoticeable weed, the site was spotless. The city had always been kept clean, it was a prideful area known for it's resident heroes, but the particular lot was especially clean. Not just clean... but new. In just under a year, the vacant lot developed into a large, glossy building with modern white paint and tinted glass windows. Notably similar the the popular U.A. high school, it's clear that the new building was modeled after the hero academy- write down to the large H.A. letter that sat atop the security gates. Hashino Academy was the newest rage of the town, it has always existed but it's presence as a major school is brand new. Government backed and well advertised, the promising new establishment was bringing in kids from all over the region- kids that just barely missed the mark of getting into a bigger school. The change was almost admirable, a truly miraculous set of events enabled the school to not be permanently shut down. However, there were still people with doubts.
"And what the hell am I supposed to do with this." a tall, broad shouldered man with short blonde hair huffed as he shoved a small remote back into the hands of a long, purple haired man with a neat beard.
"It's for the confetti cannons!" the purple haired fellow exclaimed, "Come on, don't you want to start the year off right?" Mr. Zumiti is the principal of Hashino academy, has been since it was founded in the little hole under the bridge. He was the one who pushed for the reopening of the school, and the one who planted all of the confetti cannons around the school's border.
"Uh huh, and who's gonna clean that up?" Mr. Hamikaru, equally rooted in the school's history, was less enthusiastic about the upgrade. "Jeeze, the school isn't even open yet, it's just the entrance exam." Mr. Hami remarked bitterly.
"Yes! And the first time we get to use our state-of-the-art training facility." Mr. Zumiti sighed like a dreaming school-girl before nodding his head, "Come, come... the children should be arriving soon. Oh, I do hope to see some familiar faces." the man sighed, to which he only received a grunt in response.
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Kishi brushed his teeth with enough excitement to wake his entire house up, the boy slammed each cupboard shut and hummed happily as he danced around his room with the toothbrush pressed between his lips. The boy, in only a pair of boxers, jumped onto his bed before pointing, as if he were making sure he wasn't mistaken, the the day circled on the calendar above his bed. "Mhm!" the boy exclaimed, placing both hands on his hips in a heroic stance before collapsing backwards onto his bed.
"Kish-" when the boy's door opened, he let out an embarrassed yelp before diving underneath his blanket. "Kishi, darling, can you keep it down, you're father doesn't have to get up for another hour. I made breakfast." the boy's mother smiled sweetly before closing the door softly. Kishi let out a sigh and then promptly stood up, the rest of his morning routine went by quickly. He pulled his spiky hair back into a pony tail, threw on a black shirt and a pair of bright orange shorts. With one shoe on and the other in hand, he raced down the stairs and smiled at the waffles on the table. "Are you sure you want to do-" Kishi cut his mother off with a cough before he quickly devoured the food in front of him.
"Don't worry, mom. I'm safe. Don't worry." he smiled, approaching the woman. He hated to see her so distressed, and he knew that she had every right to be that way. That's why he felt so stupid when the attempted words of reassurance left his lips. "Bye, mom." He planted a kiss on the woman's cheek before hurrying out the door.
Once the door was closed behind him, Kishi rolled his eyes and smiled at the sky. He couldn't believe he was really going back to hero training. Real hero training. Hardly a few steps down the sidewalk, the boy took out his phone and began to text Kat.
"Morning!" Kishi began with a smiley face, 'Today's the day. I hope you're ready to show the whole world how strong you are...' the boy rubbed his chin before changing it "Today's the day. I hope you're ready to show the world how strong we've gotten." Kishi smiled before sending the message. Kishi let out a breath and watched it materialize in front of him, was it too cold to where shorts? Kishi pondered the question for only a moment before deciding that he wasn't cold after all, besides the bus was always stuffy.
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Zuron stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. The boy currently has only being held up by a single limb, his right hand supported a one-armed hand stand while the rest of his body was perfectly straight. He let out a soft grunt when he dipped into another push up before switching arms, all the while staring at the wall in front of him. Bags rested under the boy's violet eyes which seemed to lack their usual spark, and when he lowered his body to stand on his legs he didn't make a single sound. Zuron lifted his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his face before rolling his shoulders and heading towards the door to enter his house. "Did dad say anything about coming home?" Zuron asked dryly as he walked into the kitchen of his small house, the area already occupied by his petite mother. When he didn't get a response, Zuron rolled his eyes before continuing "He told me he'd be home when I got bac-"
"He was probably lying." Zuron's mother cut the boy off as she placed a plate of rice and fish in front of the boy.
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe. Well, if he comes tell him that I didn't try for U.A." the boy leaned back in his seat, "I don't give a damn about those phonies anyways." Zuron huffed and picked at his food.
"I know." his mother replied curtly, she then sighed before placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and rubbing it as she walked behind him. "Good luck. I hope they can get through to you." his mother softly muttered before retiring to her room at the end of the hall. Zuron watched the woman leave before he pushed the plate of food away from him. Of course she would predict him skipping the U.A. entrance exams, and he was aware that her last comments were made about him attending Hashino Academy. He really wished she didn't make those comment, if she didn't it would've been a lot easier to skip that event too. Zuron brought his hands to his face before rubbing his eyes roughly and groaning at the ceiling.
"Damn-" Zuron huffed as he closed the door behind him. In under 10 minutes the boy has replaced his sweaty clothes with a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top, he bent down to touch his legs before scoffing. "God, I hope nobody annoying is there." Zuron muttered to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and began the walk to the school. He didn't live far, but it was a long enough time to allow him to reminiscent on his short time at Hashino academy, the people he had met there, and the things he had accomplished. It all seemed like so long ago.
"And what the hell am I supposed to do with this." a tall, broad shouldered man with short blonde hair huffed as he shoved a small remote back into the hands of a long, purple haired man with a neat beard.
"It's for the confetti cannons!" the purple haired fellow exclaimed, "Come on, don't you want to start the year off right?" Mr. Zumiti is the principal of Hashino academy, has been since it was founded in the little hole under the bridge. He was the one who pushed for the reopening of the school, and the one who planted all of the confetti cannons around the school's border.
"Uh huh, and who's gonna clean that up?" Mr. Hamikaru, equally rooted in the school's history, was less enthusiastic about the upgrade. "Jeeze, the school isn't even open yet, it's just the entrance exam." Mr. Hami remarked bitterly.
"Yes! And the first time we get to use our state-of-the-art training facility." Mr. Zumiti sighed like a dreaming school-girl before nodding his head, "Come, come... the children should be arriving soon. Oh, I do hope to see some familiar faces." the man sighed, to which he only received a grunt in response.
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Kishi brushed his teeth with enough excitement to wake his entire house up, the boy slammed each cupboard shut and hummed happily as he danced around his room with the toothbrush pressed between his lips. The boy, in only a pair of boxers, jumped onto his bed before pointing, as if he were making sure he wasn't mistaken, the the day circled on the calendar above his bed. "Mhm!" the boy exclaimed, placing both hands on his hips in a heroic stance before collapsing backwards onto his bed.
"Kish-" when the boy's door opened, he let out an embarrassed yelp before diving underneath his blanket. "Kishi, darling, can you keep it down, you're father doesn't have to get up for another hour. I made breakfast." the boy's mother smiled sweetly before closing the door softly. Kishi let out a sigh and then promptly stood up, the rest of his morning routine went by quickly. He pulled his spiky hair back into a pony tail, threw on a black shirt and a pair of bright orange shorts. With one shoe on and the other in hand, he raced down the stairs and smiled at the waffles on the table. "Are you sure you want to do-" Kishi cut his mother off with a cough before he quickly devoured the food in front of him.
"Don't worry, mom. I'm safe. Don't worry." he smiled, approaching the woman. He hated to see her so distressed, and he knew that she had every right to be that way. That's why he felt so stupid when the attempted words of reassurance left his lips. "Bye, mom." He planted a kiss on the woman's cheek before hurrying out the door.
Once the door was closed behind him, Kishi rolled his eyes and smiled at the sky. He couldn't believe he was really going back to hero training. Real hero training. Hardly a few steps down the sidewalk, the boy took out his phone and began to text Kat.
"Morning!" Kishi began with a smiley face, 'Today's the day. I hope you're ready to show the whole world how strong you are...' the boy rubbed his chin before changing it "Today's the day. I hope you're ready to show the world how strong we've gotten." Kishi smiled before sending the message. Kishi let out a breath and watched it materialize in front of him, was it too cold to where shorts? Kishi pondered the question for only a moment before deciding that he wasn't cold after all, besides the bus was always stuffy.
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Zuron stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. The boy currently has only being held up by a single limb, his right hand supported a one-armed hand stand while the rest of his body was perfectly straight. He let out a soft grunt when he dipped into another push up before switching arms, all the while staring at the wall in front of him. Bags rested under the boy's violet eyes which seemed to lack their usual spark, and when he lowered his body to stand on his legs he didn't make a single sound. Zuron lifted his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his face before rolling his shoulders and heading towards the door to enter his house. "Did dad say anything about coming home?" Zuron asked dryly as he walked into the kitchen of his small house, the area already occupied by his petite mother. When he didn't get a response, Zuron rolled his eyes before continuing "He told me he'd be home when I got bac-"
"He was probably lying." Zuron's mother cut the boy off as she placed a plate of rice and fish in front of the boy.
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe. Well, if he comes tell him that I didn't try for U.A." the boy leaned back in his seat, "I don't give a damn about those phonies anyways." Zuron huffed and picked at his food.
"I know." his mother replied curtly, she then sighed before placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and rubbing it as she walked behind him. "Good luck. I hope they can get through to you." his mother softly muttered before retiring to her room at the end of the hall. Zuron watched the woman leave before he pushed the plate of food away from him. Of course she would predict him skipping the U.A. entrance exams, and he was aware that her last comments were made about him attending Hashino Academy. He really wished she didn't make those comment, if she didn't it would've been a lot easier to skip that event too. Zuron brought his hands to his face before rubbing his eyes roughly and groaning at the ceiling.
"Damn-" Zuron huffed as he closed the door behind him. In under 10 minutes the boy has replaced his sweaty clothes with a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top, he bent down to touch his legs before scoffing. "God, I hope nobody annoying is there." Zuron muttered to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and began the walk to the school. He didn't live far, but it was a long enough time to allow him to reminiscent on his short time at Hashino academy, the people he had met there, and the things he had accomplished. It all seemed like so long ago.