Kunoichi amongst Heroes (mha x naruto) (naruto crossvoer) (bnha)

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Out of all the first-year classes, only forty-two students made it to the second stage of the Sports Festival, this included everyone from class 1A and 1B, along with Hitoshi and one girl from the support course. Once again they were told to gather in front of the stage with Nemuri taking the center to announce their next game. A cavalry battle.

"Participants can form teams of two to four people. It's basically the same as a regular cavalry battle, the only difference is that based on the results of the last game; each persona has been assigned a point value," Nemuri told them. "And the points assigned go up by five starting from the bottom. And the point value assigned to first place is ten million!"

'Poor Izuku,' Sakura winced. The students were already glaring at him with terrifying eagerness that was like a growing pressure. Without a doubt, he was going to be the primary focus of this next game. The prey of the hunt that would bring you to the top no matter how low you currently stood.

"Those at the top will suffer more. You'll hear this many times at U.A, that is what plus ultra means!"

"No kidding," Sakura muttered. Izuku was going to have the hardest time, but that didn't exclude her, Shouto, or Katsuki from becoming primary targets as well since they weren't too far from the top. Izuku just had the most points to offer and he was the one that needed to be overthrown to stand in first place. Which many were aiming for.

The cavalry battle was going to be limited to fifteen minutes, the points of each team would be formed by combining their points value given based on their placement for the obstacle course. The rider would then carry a headband with their team's points on their forehead. While trying to swipe other teams' headbands they had to defend their own. There was no way to fall out of the match before time ran out unless there was some unauthorized activity taking place.

"You'll have fifteen minutes to make your team, begin!"

Sakura and Hitoshi immediately decided to pair off. Since Hitoshi wasn't familiar with any of the other students and he had made a poor impression there was little chance of them finding any willing teammates, unless he used his quirk on them. And despite being in the same class, Sakura hadn't developed any close relations with anyone in 1A, not that some of them hadn't tried but there were preferences when it came to quirk compatibility and strategy.

"Are you sure the two of us alone is going to work?"

"It's better this way," Sakura said, glancing around the students putting themselves into groups. "With your brainwashing, it'll be easy for us to take other teams headbands and my speed and strength will keep us from getting ours stolen,"

"So I'm going to be the rider?" Hitoshi asked. He wasn't too sure about getting on the girl's back like that even though she did have super strength.

Sakura grinned, "Trust me. With most of the focus going to Izuku, we shouldn't have to worry too much about attacks. But if we are I can handle evasive maneuvers a lot better if it's just us,"

Hitoshi took a breath, "Well then, looks like I'm trusting you to get to the next round,"

"Same to you,"

The cavalry battle was nothing more than a filter game to Sakura, but many of the students had come to understand that the festival had always simulated the reality of a hero's job. Including the degree of competition, they would experience once they went pro. As well as coordination and teamwork they needed to have in order to succeed. That was why most of them were teaming up with people from their class, who they were already familiar with and whose quirks would be easier to coordinate with.

The time quickly came for the next game to start. It gave a chance to observe the different teams briefly. Izuku had teamed up with Ochaco, Fumikage Tokayami, and the girl from the support course Mei Hatsume. They were wearing special equipment that she had made, which was allowed for all non-hero course students, so long as whatever items were handmade.

'I can just feel their determination,' Sakura smiled slightly, leaning forward.

"You ready?" She asked glancing back at Hitoshi on her back. She was holding him carefully to keep him balanced so he wouldn't have to worry.

"Yeah,"

The audience cried out, their voices melding together to create the wave of sound that washed over the students.

"Now let's go!" Hizashi called out, "Counting down to the brutal battle royal! Three…..Two….One!"

There was an instant attack on Izuku's team from the beginning. The battle for the ten million points was going to be the highlight, but it was also going to be

the hardest and the riskiest since the majority was aiming for that team. That was quickly established when Izuku and his team went to escape in the air as the teams attempted to corner him. Which was made easier with their jet packs and hover shoes.

'At least he makes for a good distraction, it'll be easier for us to move around,' Sakura wasn't the only one who noticed and took advantage of this fact. Students from class B were taking the chance to steal some of class A's headbands while they aimed for Izuku. That was how many class A teams lost their points. Sakura and Hitoshi were bidding the time, running along the field, circling and avoiding the teams.

Hitoshi kept a firm grip on Sakura's shoulders as one of class A's teams neared them, the front horse was Jirou, who attempted to reach for the headband with her earphone jacks, the corns hanging at her earlobes stretched far, but the pinkette was too quick. Evading and then managing to move out of range before they could even think to chase after them.

"Dammit-

"Too bad!" Sakura stuck out her tongue, glancing behind her at Jiro, Hagakure, and Rikido.

The minutes passing could either be hours or seconds for those who were looking to get to the next round. Things were only getting worse, as teams branched off from first place to attack each other. After seven minutes, nearly everyone from class A aside from Sakura, Izuku, and Shouto's team had lost their points.

"We're not ranked high with our points but we still have enough to tempt the other teams to target us. Especially now that so many teams don't have anything to lose," Sakura said after glancing at the scoreboard. "Class B must be focusing on everyone around them rather than the ten million,"

Class 1A was going for Izuku's team because they didn't just want to make it to the next level; they wanted to be at the top. It was admirable, and arguably a harder path to reach the end of the race That would just further show their determination. The issue was that while they were only looking to the top, they missed the attacks coming from the other directions.

'Even that hot head Katsuki lost his headband,' There must be someone really brave out in the field to have managed that.

"Let's stay focused on getting through the rest of this battle," instructed Hitoshi. He didn't have much to say about their performance, since they were fairing better than most.

With her reflexes and quick feet, Sakura was able to easily dodge and altogether avoid the other teams, waiting for the timing to close in so that they would be able to strike. However, with her and Hitoshi being one of the few teams that had points and only being a two-person team, they were becoming an even more tempting target.

From the corner of her eyes, Sakura saw that Shouto's team and Izuku were about to go out on each other and Katsuki was being blocked off dealing with class B teams that were closing in while facing another one.

A team from class B were coming their way and closing in quick, the front horse stepped on the ground, the particles of the field shifted and loosened, but this attack was something already done to Izuku at the start of the battle, that had caused him to sink into it. Sakura jumped to the side, avoiding the sink pit that had just formed.

With that, Sakura stopped running, "I'd say it's about time we go on the attack,"

She felt Hitoshi grip her shoulders tighter, a smile stretching across his face, "Let's go,"

"Is that all you've got?" Hitoshi called to class B's team Tetsutetsutetsu.

"Not even close!"

That was the opening they waited for, as the front horse stopped, Sakura charged forward with Hitoshi while Class B attempted to get their barrings. But they weren't going to have any soon.

"Hey Honenuki, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" mocked Hitoshi,

"What did you do to him?" That's when the silver-haired boy's eyes glazed over, as he succumbed to Hitoshi's brainwashing. It was just a repeat offense with the remaining teammates, who were easy to question and slow to realize what had happened to their classmates. With their actions paused and guards dropped, Sakura and Hitoshi swooped in to take the headband that would ultimately place them in the top four.

There was less than one minute remaining.

"Nice work," Sakura said as she made her way across the field. Around a bend of ice that had trapped several teams, obviously Shoto's work.

"Thanks, let's keep moving to run out the time,"

On the other side of the field, Izuku had lost his headband to Shouto's team and was now on a time crunch. Katsuki's team had gotten back the headband they had lost and more and were currently heading straight at the other two.

'Talk about ridiculously thorough,'

Izuku and Katsuki were both cornering Shouto and his team, however, that's when Hizashi called for time. "That's the end of the cavalry battle!"

Despite that they had all made it to the last round, Katsuki, Shouto, and Izuku were displaying their own displeasures for the results.

"We made it," Hitoshi smirked, climbing off of Sakura's back. He looked out to the audience; his eyes lingering far.

"Yeah," Sakura kept a close watch on her classmates reactions. Katsuki wasn't satisfied with his placing second in the cavalry, just the same as the first round. And Shouto was visibly perplexed it was almost frightening to see that kind of expression from the boy who often kept a calm demeanor. While Izuku, who had lost first place but still managed to earn enough points to make it to the finals was crying a river.

"What's wrong?" asked Hitoshi.

"Just thinking…my classmates are weird,"

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Before the final round would be announced, a lunch break was called to give the audience and the students a chance to replenish.

Sakura's mind was dwelling on the tensions brought out by these events. It was similar to what happened at the Chuunin exams with her friends. The pressure and competition brought out the rawest emotions in people, as everyone was forced to face their demons, inner or otherwise. And she had been no exception. That was when her seed of resolve was finally planted and through the experiences that followed it only continued to grow.

Now, she just had to keep it from wilting with her situation.

Hitoshi sat on the opposite side of the table, silently eating, though he was staring very hard at his plate.

"Are you worried?"

"No," He replied curtly. "The last rounds always been one on one matches, so I'm going to get my chance to show off my quirk and then….."

Sakura nodded. Hitoshi had placed a lot on the Sports Festival, and many of her classmates were exerting their anxiousness as well. But he was looking to use this as his opportunity to get into the hero course. He needed to be acknowledged, not just do well. Right now, she only had that kind of drive when she thought about finding a way back home.

'If I can even get back,'

"Sakura!" Momo's voice rang across the room. The pinkette saw the girl heading her way. They were both class representatives, so she was someone Sakura had spoken to often out of necessity. Being as studious as she was, Momo made her position as class rep a lot easier.

"Yes, Momo?"

"I need your assistance. We have to get ready for the cheerleading battle. Here I made the outfits for everyone already," She held up an orange mini skirt and top, with U.A printed on the front.

Hitoshi snickered, "You in that?"

"Shut up," Sakura warned Hitoshi before coming back to Momo "What are you talking about?"

"I see, you also didn't hear anything about this. Well, Mineta and Kaminari reminded me, and said that Aizawa-sensei told them….

"Wait, wait," Sakura held up her hand, rubbing her eyes in exasperation at the girl's gullibility. Momo was a genius in academics, but she was too trusting to have realized the obvious deceit. "Where are they? Denki and Minoru?"

"Um, I'm not sure," Momo looked around the cafeteria, spotting them on the other side of the room talking. "Over there,"

Heaving out of her seat, Sakura pushed her tray to Hitoshi, "Be right back, I just need to deal with some blockheads,"

Hitoshi grimaced, hearing her knuckles crack as Sakura and Momo left. He almost felt sorry for those two boys; almost.

"Hey, you two!" Sakura's voice was like a sharp whip, causing Denki and Minoru to wince. Sweat forming on their brows as the pinkette glared at them with her piercing gaze.

"S-Sakura," Denki greeted, trying to hold a wry smile. "Something the matter?"

She offered a bitter-sweet smile, laced with malice, "What's this about a cheerleading battle we have to participate in this afternoon?"

Minoru attempted to answer, though he was struggling to keep a straight face. He had seen Sakura's strength up close unlike Denki, which was why he had suggested approaching Momo instead of their class representative. "We heard from Aizawa-sensei, all the girls have to wear those uniforms for the cheer battle,"

Sakura folded her arms, "If that's true, why didn't Aizawa inform us himself?"

"H-how would I know? It's prob-

"And why weren't we provided uniforms? Why should Momo have to make them?"

Denki chided, "Well maybe-

"And why is it that the girls are the only ones expected to perform when some of us are in the finals while the boys get to kick back? Does that sound fair? Should I go to Aizawa and ask him directly?"

"You-You know how Aizawa-sensei is," Denki waved his arms about, "He might choke you with his scarf if you do that!"

"His arms are bandaged pretty well, I'm not worried. Though I wonder what might happen if he found out that his students were trying to trick the girls into skimpy outfits, what do you think?"

It was obvious that Sakura was not going to be fooled by any of their lies and any further, she was going to bury them deeper.

"We-we're sorry Sakura. It was just a-

"One more thing," Sakura stomped her foot into the ground, causing it to crack and Minoru and Denki to jump back with fright. "If you two think I'm going to let you off with the stunt you just tried to pull on us, you've got another thing coming,"

The pinkette turned to Momo, "I've got a favor to ask,"

Sakura's shadow loomed over the two, who fearfully awaited their fate.

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Denki had tears in his eyes, as he stood in the open field with Minoru, which he had been shoved out into after lunch ended and the stands were filled again. Feeling a draft under the orange skirt and uncomfortably tight top. Minoru shaking with the same degree of shame, grasping the yellow pom-poms in his hands. Laughter, gasps, and whispers echoing around the stadium.

"This is not what I had in mind,"

Denki looked behind, to the exit of the field being guarded by the angry pinkette, "Okay I learned my lesson! Tricking people is wrong can we go back now!?"

"No," Sakura shook her head.

"Huh, what's going on with Class A?" Hizashi's voice echoed through the stadium, "What kind of weird fan service is this?"

Sakura stood with the girls from her class, some laughing, others glaring at the two boys. She and Momo had let them know about them trying to get the girls into cheerleading uniforms for their preference and that's when they helped gang up on the two and made them change into the uniforms instead, which Momo made upon Sakura's request.

"Serves them right!" Huffed Kyoka.

"Yeah!" chided Toru waving her arms in the air.

"This was a great idea Sakura!" Laughed Mina.

Sakura smirked, "That will teach them,"

"I didn't think Sakura was the type to do something like this," giggled Ochaco.

"I just don't take kindly to boys who think they can objectify girls,"

It was at least some comedic relief for everyone and a well-deserved lesson. Unfortunately for Minoru and Denki, they weren't able to change immediately either as they were called to prepare for the final round.

A one-on-one tournament-style battle would be taking place for the top sixteen in the final round. Because of Sakura and Hitoshi's team, there were only fourteen, so the other two were coming from the fifth placers. However, the team's leader, a girl from class B argued that they had spent most of the second round frozen and offered the places to another team consisting of class B students. This put two class B students in the running of the finals. They were members of the team Sakura and Hitoshi had gotten their points from to advance.

"It's almost time," Hitoshi said coming up behind Sakura. Starring at the screen showing the bracket with names that were yet to be placed.

"Now we'll draw lots to determine your opponents," Announced Nemuri.

After everyone drew their lots the results were placed on the screens for everyone to see. For the first round, Sakura was going to be facing against Momo, and Hitoshi had….

"Izuku Midoriya," Hitoshi read. "One of your classmates,"

"Yeah," She confirmed. "Your match is also first, think you'll be okay?"

Hitoshi just smiled. "I wonder,"

Izuku didn't seem to have that much control over his power and he tended to injure himself when he used it. Only recently he seemed to have been keeping his bones from breaking but the output of power was much less than before. He hadn't used his quirk for the first stage and in the cavalry, it was only once against Shouto. Therefore there wasn't a lot of data on his abilities. Sakura did however know that his power was inherited from All Might and that made it something to look out for. She wouldn't tell Hitoshi that though.

Before the main tournament, the recreational games took place for everyone to participate in, those who were in the finals didn't have to do them. Which was for the best since everyone in the finals seemed to have gone into a state of tension and focus on the final round. Preparing in their own way for what felt like a fate-deciding event.

When the time came for the match to start, Sakura joined her classmates in the stands to watch it all. In the center of the stadium, now stood a cement stage created by one of their teachers. Cementos, who would also be monitoring the matches to make sure no one violated the rules or endangered their lives.

'This might be the first time I enter a tournament with that rule,' Sakura thought humorlessly. Accompanying that rule, was to win you had to force your opponent across the boundary, immobilize them or make them surrender.

"Audience! The finals you have all been waiting for!"

The screens flashed with the images of the two opponents, as they stepped out on the opposite ends of the stadium to walk onto the arena. Izuku and Hitoshi looked at one another.

'Here we go,'

Izuku didn't know what to expect from this fight, Toshinori had told him that even as a bluff to keep smiling but it wasn't easy when you were being watched by thousands of eyes, taking their attention and having to fight against an opponent one on one again. The last time it was with Katsuki, and that had been training which didn't end well. Now he had just barely grasped some control over One for All.

'Hitoshi Shinso, from general studies,' Izuku glanced away at the stands where his classmates were all sitting and easily spotted the pink head. He noticed that he and Sakura sometimes sitting together in the cafeteria and during the previous event they had teamed up. Did that mean Sakura explained their quirks to him? Meanwhile, Izuku didn't know a thing about this person's quirk and he still had Shoto waiting for him in the next round.

"Ready!"

Izuku looked back to Hitoshi now, the boy's face remained unchanged. "What's the matter? You look like you want to ask me something?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Izuku opened his mouth, uttering a single word. "No,"

Hitoshi smirked. 'It's over,'

"START,"

Just as with all his victims, Izuku's eyes became lost in the haze of his brainwashing. The lack of action taken by both opponents was raising a lot of murmurs from the audience. Only a handful who knew about Hitoshi's quirk knew what happened.

"What's going on!? Izuku Midoriya is frozen! Could this be Shinso's quirk?"

From one point, Hitoshi didn't have the flashiest quirk, but it was strong. Sakura had however pointed out the weakness of Hitoshi's brainwashing and she hoped that he would not drop his guard just yet. Still, as someone from general studies who had gotten the best of someone from the hero course, he was already standing out.

'That's why I said the entrance exam wasn't rational," Shouta commented, he began explaining the data he compiled on all of the students. "Since he applied for general studies as well, he probably knew this would happen. His quirk is powerful, but the entrance exam consisted of fighting faux villains, which catered more to physical attack quirks."

'And now he's proving what a mistake that was,' Sakura thought, the corner of her lips turning upwards. Whether he would win or lose, at this point Hitoshi was being acknowledged, even if he didn't realize it yet. Hitoshi gave his second command to Izuku, to walk out of bounds and he was obeying.

"What are you doing Deku?" Ochaco cried out, but he couldn't respond. Sakura knew that being stuck in that state, you weren't entirely void of consciousness, but it was almost like you were about to fall asleep. You can't fully grasp your surroundings and you're trying to wake up but you're still so tired.

'This is better,' Sakura thought. While she taught Hitoshi a few fighting moves, two weeks wasn't enough time to prepare a body that hasn't seen combat before to properly utilize them and against a power-based quirk like Izuku's could be difficult to handle right now.

Izuku continued to walk in his trance, reaching the end of the arena was a heart-stopping moment. When a heavy rush of wind, just as Izuku's foot prepared to step over the line came momentarily stunning the audience, as he stopped, panting heavily, grasping his two broken fingers in a fist.

Sakura gaped, 'He broke free!'

Although she had warned Hitoshi about the possibility of breaking free from his brainwashing, trying it out herself, she didn't know if it was possible without the use of chakra. Apparently so.

Hitoshi looked just as surprised. That wasn't a good sign.

'Don't lose focus,'

"You shouldn't be able to move freely!"

Izuku covered his mouth, his quick analysis skills coming into place as he realized that his state had to do with Hitoshi's quirk, something that happened after he gave a response. Izuku was initially a chatterbox, who would lose himself to his own thoughts and mutter them out loud, so he didn't want to risk a slip of the tongue.

Hitoshi continued to attempt to prod from a distance, but he was obviously frazzled. "What did you do?!" Again he was met with silence, but Izuku wasn't making any moves to attack yet either. "You can produce that much power just by moving your fingers? Count me jealous,"

Izuku started charging at Hitoshi, but the violet-haired boy continued speaking, hoping to pry a response. "Thanks to my quirk, I've been left behind from the start. Someone who's been blessed like you can't understand can you!?"

It was sad, listening to Hitoshi go on and watching Izuku run forward with his teeth clenched desperately. Once he reached Hitoshi, Izuku started to try and push Hitoshi out of bounds.

'You can't just rely on your quirk,' Sakura said as she adjusted his body, "Relying on one trick won't get you far unless you completely master it. The same can be said for your opponent."

Hitoshi finally remembered, looking out into the audience, his eyes met the emerald green he was searching for and his stance changed instantly it took Izuku by surprise. He lowered his center of gravity, bending his knees, strengthening his position, waiting until Izuku had put more of his weight into pushing him and then, turning on the foot he had placed behind him. That slackened the grip Izuku had on him, and he was free from being pushed out of bounds.

'What the-

"I've got my own dreams. I'm not giving up that easily, you hear?" There was no response still, but Hitoshi didn't deter like before. He did however want to end this as quickly as possible because he knew he would not be able to take the full brunt of Izuku's power.

Hitoshi drew up his arms in a defensive position before he ran towards his opponent. Izuku drew back his arm, a stream of red, like veins along with a light shine to his skin came as an alert to Hitoshi.

"The best way to avoid an attack is to constantly watch your opponent, before, during, and after to find the opening and realize the patterns as quickly as possible. Watch and you'll be able to discern the most obvious movements,"

When they were close again, Hitoshi avoided Izuku's hand reaching out to grab him feeling the gust of wind that followed his side step. Hitoshi quickly aimed for his injured hand, specifically the broken fingers. Which caused Izuku to waver with the pain.

"You don't punch that hard, so you should focus on using your opponent's strength against them,"

Kicking with the tip of his shoe, hard against Izuku's right leg, waiting for that stutter in his step, Hitoshi feinted a punch to Izuku's face, crouching slightly to wrap his arms diagonally along his chest, locking his hands behind Izuku's back, putting his one foot behind his leg and then lifting the boy's weight with ease, sending Izuku toppling to the ground.

"What the heck!?" Denki exclaimed. "Is he some kind of martial artist?"

'Didn't think he'd use that,' Sakura sat silently watching.

Izuku panted, his head spinning from the topple he took. 'He's this good even though he's from general studies?'

"She's a good teacher," Hitoshi muttered, only loud enough for Izuku to hear. "Your classmate Sakura,"

'Sakura taught him?' Izuku thought that made sense. He only saw her in action once, but Sakura showed she didn't just have super strength, but her fighting skills were really good. 'But…..I can't lose!'

Activating his quirk, Izuku got to his feet as quickly as he could, ignoring the pain in his back from being slammed into the ground. 'I just have to grab him!'

Izuku ran towards Hitoshi again, but the boy seemed to predict his intentions and started going on the defensive, avoiding his hands.

'Damn!'

Hitoshi was trying not to let Izuku grab him but he seemed determined, and Sakura warned him about prolonged fights. Maybe it would have gone differently if he had kept all of Sakura's lessons in mind.

"Don't try to counter an opponent physically stronger than you with your strength,"

But the heat of battle was still unfamiliar territory for Hitoshi, and he was bound to slip on its grounds at some point despite the warnings. When Izuku was near the boundary, he couldn't resist attempting to shove the dark-haired boy over it.

Izuku seized this chance to change the outcome and tipped the scales by using his strength to swat away his hands, grab and throw Hitoshi over his shoulder and out of bounds. The throw was heavy and hard, as Hitoshi bounced up once before landing again.

Sakura winced.

"Shinso is out of bounds! Midoriya advances to the next round!"

"Turning the tables at the last minute! As expected of Midoriya!" Boasted Tenya.

'No, he was on the ropes until that moment. It was Hitoshi's slip that gave him the chance, but he noticed it quickly,'

Before Hitoshi left the stage, Sakura was already out of her seat, heading for the waiting room.

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When Hitoshi got to the waiting room, Sakura was sitting at the table with two cans of soda and a bright smile. He looked genuinely surprised by her presence.

"That was a great match!" She pointed to the drink, "I got that for you,"

Keeping at the entrance to the room, Hitoshi kept them in silence for nearly a full minute. With his fists clenched at his side and eyes downcast, he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry,"

"Huh?" Sakura blurted.

"Even after everything you taught me, even after carrying me to the finals, I still couldn't win on my own,"

"Hitoshi….." Sakura's eyes softened, losing that sharp edge and shine for something more tranquil.

"No matter what good others say about my quirk now, no matter how great they think I am; it doesn't amount to anything when I wasted all your efforts,"

"Hitoshi-

"You're strong Sakura," He stated firmly. "You're so strong that you could've won every challenge before this. I hate that you held back to get me this far and then I just-

"Hitoshi!" Sakura swiftly flicked his forehead with a little too much force making him stumble back and fall but at least his attention was caught. Crouching down to be at eye-level, the pinkette spoke firmly. "First off, I'm glad that you're being recognized for your abilities. Second, don't go thinking you were trouble for me. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have even participated in the Sports Festival and probably be in a lot of trouble for that, And third…" Sakura moved in close to Hitoshi, causing him to flinch, "I don't consider it a waste to have helped a friend. It's the most fulfilling thing I've done in a while. So please don't belittle it by apologizing about an outcome that got your strength acknowledged,"

Again, Hitoshi didn't know what to say but he couldn't help thinking if he hadn't met the pinkette that day in the rain before he entered high school they probably wouldn't be here now. They wouldn't be friends. And she would've just been one of the people he was trying to beat. He would've been bitter towards her. For her quirk, for her strength. Somehow he was relieved he met her under those circumstances. Nursing an injured cat together.

"Just wait. I'm going to get into the hero course, and if you keep slacking, I'll best you too,"

Sakura smirked, huffing through her nose, "We'll see about that,"

Hitoshi had activated his quirk on the pinkette, he laughed when her eyes went blank for about a second before she deactivated his quirk and turned red with fury.

"HITOSHI YOU JERK,"

He kept laughing but moved away in case Sakura decided to hit him back. "Anyway, I want you to do something for me,"

Sakura crossed her arms, still pouting, "What?"

Hitoshi's face went back to its neutral expression, "Win this tournament,"