Chapter 4

Luckily I made it back to class before Aizawa even thought of assigning any homework for us to do on the first day, for the rest of class he just continued to talk about the implications of the class and it's usage in our everyday lives.

Eventually the bell rang and we were all dismissed, I rummaged through my pocket and took out the small note that read: "Gungmeons Coffee", and plugged the address into the GPS of my phone. 

And it wasn't long until I was already walking down the street to get there.

"Hmm...Gungmeons Coffee should be a few more blocks, should I cross Hanbridge street to cut me some time? Or should I just take the stated route?"

I thought to myself as I watched the blue illusory line on my phone screen trace roads and corners that led to the coffee place, but I just decided to continue my walk on the route the GPS gave me.

Cherry blossoms waved in the breeze placidly, and the chilly fall air ran through my silky brown hair and my sweatshirt, causing me to shiver a little.

Eventually the neon orange sign that read "Gungmeons Coffee" shone in the distance, contrasting with the red brick foundation of the seemingly worn and classic looking building.

I walked into the shop and was instantly greeted by the aroma of hot chocolate, pastries and of course, coffee. I sat down at a booth in the corner which wasn't that well lit, hoping that Hitoshi would arrive soon.

I turned my phone back on and read the time, 3:29, meaning my walk took about 30 minutes since school ended at 3:00. 

"Maybe Hitoshi's got a few things to do?"

I pondered as I nonchalantly scrolled through my phone, watching and reading whatever popped up in my feed. But my attention was gravitated towards the door when I heard the tiny ring of the bell that signaled when it was opened.

And it was Hitoshi, his tired expression scanned the coffee shop until it laid onto me, I saw him give me a strange smile, one that read "Hey, I'm glad you're here...sorry I took so long."

I gave him a tiny, awkward wave, which he then returned in the same reclusive fashion. He walked over to my table and took a seat, before pulling up the digital menu that the place offered.

I could almost feel to brain salivating as I read and saw all the options, from chocolate pastries, macaroons to basic coffee.

"What do you want?"

He asked me in a rather casual tone, which also had some laid back tiredness in it too. I looked towards him and made up an answer on the spot.

"...hot chocolate, please."

"That's all, we all know the school food is garbage, shouldn't you be hungry or something?"

Hitoshi questioned me, his expression now filled with a casual glance as he awaited my answer. I felt immensely awkward with him looking at me on such a way, so I turned away before answering.

"...what about...uhm...a small apple pie?"

Hitoshi nodded as he tapped the screen, placing my order of a hot chocolate and an apple pie. He then pondered on that he should get, as he nudged my elbow.

"What should I get, too many damn options."

He chuckled placidly while looking down at his screen, before returning his gaze to me.

"How about...a chocolate milkshake..."

I stammered, making the last second decision. Hitoshi's expression lit up a little as he smiled slightly.

"Sounds great."

He placed his order of a simple chocolate milkshake. I watched his expression slightly falter as he put his phone away and sigh, he loaded his head onto my hands which were folded on the wood table, and his eyes were now filled with a saddened glint.

"You ok there?"

I asked him, leaning in closer in an attempt to address my concern for his sudden change in attitude.

He looked back to me and gave a rather forced smile, but it didn't look forced, it rather looked realistic and genuine.

"Yeah...I'm fine."

My face softened as I clenched my fists, a common habit I have when I'm either angry, sad or concerned for the most part.

"Something tells me you're not."

Hitoshi's eyes flickered with a glint I've never seen anyone's have, it was of sadness and upright regret.

"Do you know what it's like to be...judged?"

He asked me, his voice now softer than before.

"...kind of..."

I answered back to him, hoping my slightly relatability to his question would cheer him up a little, but it only made him raise his head slightly.

"In what ways?"

I pondered his question for a while before I answered.

"...I'm quirk-less, you know that...and people with them love to bully and harass me for it..."

Hitoshi's mouth was left slightly agape before he spoke.

"Well, I may have a quirk...but, I've never had friends, or just people who care about me...my quirk allows me to control people's minds and thoughts, so people just assume that I'll be a villain."

I thought about what he said, being persecuted for an ability you have doesn't sound all that pleasant, nor justifiable.

"Well...I don't think you're a villain, and you'll never be a villain."

I know I've told him this before, but I think in the future he'd need constant reassurance and encouragement on what I just said.