Proposing Another Idea For Returning The Heroic Spirit

The radiant afternoon sky was now taking the shining stage and residing on the clear blue sky with around a few hours passed. Dazzling-hot flashes shone on the rooftop of Masafumi Highschool, filled with student occupying their lunchtime spot.

A rooftop that was folded with a tight barrier shielded the hungry student from ever touching their skin, blessing them with a placid atmosphere. The students could safely let out the noises of chuckling, giggling, out-loud shouting, and many other various activities on enlivening the lunch break.

Although the majority of the Masafumi students exposed their enjoyment at lunchtime, there were some of them who didn't receive the same flow. Hatoshi was one of the students with him exposing his sorrowful furrow within the school's environment.

The schoolboy stood inside the silk-white bathroom of the school and perceived his stare toward the levitating mirror on the front, above the sink he already used before with its muzzle continuously dropping water. A rectangular mirror with a neon-azure outline unveiled the crystal clear reflection of Hatoshi bowing down his head and unfolding a wince expression on his lips.

Hatoshi uneasily gazed down at one of his unnerving hands being placed on the white table carrying all of the sinks and widened his worried eyes. Flaring strings were indeed peeled out from the schoolboy's forehand, but it only lasted shorter than a second could reach, extending his wince.

Regardless, he steered his stare onto the shiny-holographic mirror once again and caught an uninvited presence through heaving both of his eyebrows. Hatoshi even staggeringly dropped his jaw before shaking his head and freed a slightly blissful smirk, flickering a salient reminder.

'I'm indeed felt quite anxious, but at the same time…I still had a glimpse of courage on bringing you back…' Hatoshi mumbled through his mind and closed his eyes briefly.

He continued and sharpened his sight forward. 'Sparror.'

A half-body image of The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo, Sparror emerged within the reflection of the mirror. The Flaming Hero centered his disappointed glare into his human host, raising crimson fiery strings within his enrage eyes.

Seeing the reflection of his heroic self, boiled up the doubtfulness within Hatoshi's closed lips, tightening both of his trembling fists. Eventually, the schoolboy painted his face with an assertive glance locked toward the enraged Sparror and encouraged him to land his palm on the mirror.

'Don't….worry I will soon end this kind of internal problem.' Hatoshi muttered firmly through his mind.

The schoolboy landed his palm on the mirror and reluctantly nodded his head, forcing the half-body image of Sparror to vanish into dust in an instant. Traces of his heroic self was no longer available to be projected into the mirror, encouraging Hatoshi to swiftly let out a sigh of relief.

Even though he remained being tainted by the scar of unable to obtain his superhero suit, a glimmer of hope arose within his beating heart as his fists stopped trembling. Hatoshi also formed a calmed smirk as he perceived the mirror on the front revealing the reflection of himself, mesmerizing it shortly before taking a step back.

"Hey, Hatoshi." A familiar greeting voice of a male student called him.

The voice itself convinced Hatoshi to turn his sight onto the left and caught the presence of his friend, Satoru briskly headed in his direction. A smile of relief was exposed on his lips shortly when the glassed student was already standing beside him, readying both of them to engage in a conversation.

"Hello, Satoru." Hatoshi greeted his friend and began to declare a question. "So have you already done with your economics presentation."

"Thank god, yes," Satoru mumbled with a gladful tone and continued. " It was indeed a rough one and luckily, Naoki was able to answer all of the questions."

"It's great to hear that," Hatoshi replied, assuredly nodding his head for keeping the soothing flow of the conversation.

The glasses boy began to tilt his head onto the left and colored his entire face in a concerned demeanor. Witnessing Hatoshi slowly furrowing down his eyebrows with little semblance of despondency emerged, Satoru briskly tapped him on his left shoulder and lured his friend to blissfully chuckle.

"Hatoshi, are you sure you're okay especially after facing the horrible incident in Enkenko?" Satoru asked with a concerned tone.

Hatoshi chuckled in an assured demeanor and uttered, "I'm fine. I'm just trying to wrap up everything else."

"Okay, but Yuna told me you…..already lost some kind of access to Sparror, right?" Satoru broadcasted another question, biting his lips in bitter worriedness clouding the depth of his thought.

"Yes….I am.." Hatoshi replied sorrowfully. "Sorry for you to hear this kind of news"

"No worries," Satoru reassured.

"Okay, and when did you know that?" Hatoshi asked, twitching one of his skeptical eyes.

Satoru sighed heavily and said with him rubbing the back of his head shortly, "I asked her about….you in the break time.

"Besides, she seemed familiar that I already knew your identity," Satoru stated, rubbing his chin before blurting out a question in bitter curiosity. "So did you already tell her….or is she just guessing?"

A frozen shock and nervousness stung every nerve of the schoolboy with his body coldly shivering as if he was standing inside the sub-zero temperature room. An unnerving wince materialized the longer the schoolboy stuck wondering about the knowledge of his friend caught the knowledge related to his close partner. Satoru could only helplessly broaden his concerned eyes toward Hatoshi who shakily raised his agitating eyebrows.

Nevertheless, Hatoshi wiped away all the traces of his nervousness and shivering shock by proposing a stern glare toward his friend. He firstly cleared his throat for grasping a bit of firmness to resume the flow of the conversation after having a sudden brief pause.

"I…told her last night about that. Just for…informing her since she deserved to know it" Hatoshi said rigidly, exhaling the bothersome air away and sluggishly tilting his head to the left, declaring an affirmative guess. "Anyway, do you want to share more information….regarding this problem?"

Satoru gleefully chuckled, "Yup, it's very obvious, Hatoshi."

"And…if you wanted to know more, it's best to follow me to the spot where you often spend on it." Satoru insisted with a little bit of enthusiasm sparked within his voice. "Yup….she waited for you on there."

Hatoshi sheepishly giggled, "I see. Okay then."

The high schoolers darted their locking gaze onto the white door that recently slid to the left, opening the access to the outside view of the restroom. Both Hatoshi and Satoru swiftly walked forward to the opened door, ready for meeting with their other friends and even declaring another upcoming discussion.

Around five minutes of the break time have passed, the two high schoolers arrived at the destined location which was the sakura tree that became a favorite spot for Yuna herself. Furthermore, the schoolgirl witnessed her close partner, Hatoshi alongside her glasses friend, Satoru kneeling down, crossing both of their legs in order to receive a comfortable seat.

The schoolgirl briskly greeted both of her friends with a widened cheerful smile coloring her lips. Hatoshi sheepishly giggled after capturing the glimpse of his close partner exposing her smile within the discussion circle. While Satoru gladly nodded with him feeling warm and relieved welcome from Yuna herself.

However, the refreshing moment met its short end by Hatoshi cleared his throat and locked his assertive glare on his close partner. Both Satoru and Yuna concisely fixated their placated eyes on Hatoshi, awaiting the start of the conversation that would soon be declared by their friend.

"Eh…Yuna…what kind of plan you just talked about with Satoru?" Hatoshi started the flow of the discussion with a question.

Yuna widened her exuberant grin and uttered, "Me, you, and Satoru will go to the Fukutkeiko Museum."

"A museum that might help you to regain your courage back," Yuna explained with joy sprinkled inside her voice and continued. "Especially on witnessing directly most…of…the past heroes' stories. Besides, it's….good place too for you to learn"

"Also, Satoru was the one who insisted on the idea," Yuna added.

Hatoshi chuckled and guessed, "Learning about….how the past heroes handling the problem I…faced right now, right?"

"You…are very correct, Hatoshi," Satoru said with a blaring confident tone engulfed through his voice. "I'm very sure it's a perfect place to take some inspiration from the past superheroes."

Satoru grunted shortly and continued as he enlightened the soothing enthusiasm on foretelling the concise explanation from his side, "Although the museum only showed the Rising Sun Superheroes, I believed their struggle was almost no different than the ones whose from other countries too."

"So yes, I highly recommended you to visit there." Satoru insisted and presumed with him raising his reassured palm. "The place might be…quite afar from here, but don't worry I'll be the one paying the transportation."

Hatoshi gladly nodded and replied, "Well…thank you for that, Satoru."

"Please, don't worry about it. This is my way of repaying your debt, Hatoshi." Satoru added, unshackling his resolute voice and releasing advice onto him in an eager demeanor. "Also, also, about other people's opinions especially on this school, it's better that you….think all of those negative ones either….as a lesson or just ignore it!!"

The schoolboy released a hefty sigh away and strictly pinched his chin, wondering about determining whether joining the trip to the museum might be suitable for his next path. Moreover, an abrupt uncertainty ignited deeply into Hatoshi's mind that forced him to spread out the doubtful wince.

A picture of the dying fiery string emerged on Hatoshi's shivering knuckle with him remaining to wonder, vibrating his brittle glance. Concerned eyes clouded Yuna's entire face as she hushedly watched her close partner falling into deep sorrow once more, slowly lifting her calming palm.

The glimpse of his close partner expressing her concern shone a realization through Hatoshi's sight and released a long gasp. The uncertain and doubtful thoughts were cleansed away from his mind by him raising his head and resting his pinching grip, unfurling the coolheaded furrow.

"To be honest….it's a good idea, Satoru, Yuna." Hatoshi confessed with gratefulness showered his tone and thankfully nodded to both his close partner and Satoru before he remarked. "So of course after school….we will go there and hopefully I can gain the willpower to become…Sparror once again."

Satoru released a gladful sight and closed his eyes in brief seconds seeing his friend agreed and committed to declaring his advice. The glasses schoolboy even heaved an astounded stare toward Hatoshi, enlivening the mitigating atmosphere.

While Yuna broadly revealed her blissful smirk toward her close partner, feeling the amazement of him completely accepting both her and Satoru's idea or refreshing advice. Thus, the lunchtime between the three of highschoolers successfully reached the placid and mitigating flow.

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