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The people in General Education were nice enough, but Hitoshi found himself almost as lonely as he'd been before UA.
Sure, it was a nice thing that they didn't corner him during recess to beat the villain out of him and that they didn't hiss villain under their breath every other second, but they still regarded him with some suspicion.
He stayed away so they stayed away and they stayed away so he stayed away.
It was fine.
Hitoshi was not here to make friends and General Education would hopefully be only a stepping stone in any case. Already, he was training with Eraserhead (THE Eraserhead!!!) three times a week due to his performance at the Sports Festival.
He had high hopes.
So the first time that he saw the message scrawled with marker in one of the stalls of the rarely used restroom in the basement near the empty classroom Hitoshi normally napped in, he simply smirked and moved on with his day.
'Offering 100 yen for someone to take me out,' the message read in a handwriting that was messy enough to only barely be legible.
The next day, he used the same stall and found himself eye to eye with the message again.
Once again, he smirked and moved on.
Normally, messages in the bathroom got removed quickly by whoever did the cleaning, probably a quirk being used to leave no trace, but this one stayed. Perhaps the person with the quirk didn't clean this restroom.
So after a week, Hitoshi asked his foster brother, who was going to art school, for a marker to borrow and with his neat handwriting, he wrote under it:
'Take you out with a license to kill or on a date?'
Very quickly, he forgot about it.
Except the next day there was a response.
'Surprise me, 007 ;)'
It was in the same scrawled script and Hitoshi snorted.
Since he had yet to give the marker back, his brother hadn't asked for it and the purple-haired boy knew that he had hundreds of them (at least it felt like that when they were scattered across their room), he responded immediately.
Or well, after spending fifteen minutes of his lunch break trying to come up with what to say. What he settled on sounded flat to his own ears, but it was fine. It was just a stupid toilet stall message.
'Every good hit man needs a name…'
This time, knowing that he would likely get a response, Hitoshi was far more excited to check once he got on lunch break.
'Aren't you an agent? Thought finding out who people was is part of your job description.'
Hitoshi smirked and hastily scribbled back: 'You're mixing up your references, oh stranger of mine.'
Very rapidly, it became routine and Hitoshi's favourite part of the day.
By now, the cleaning people had caught on and while the messages started disappearing, likely because they didn't want to have a stall full of message, they always left the most recent one.
It was really nice of them and Hitoshi started debating if giving them a Christmas present would be inappropriate or not.
Him and whoever the scrawly handwriting stranger was, talked about a lot of things, but never too deep of topics. There were others reading along after all, that he was sure of.
A few weeks later, the stranger wrote down:
'I still have those 100 yen for the date.'
But more extraordinary than the flirting, which was prevalent at least jokingly in over half of their messages, was that there was another message, written in red and somewhere in the middle of his and the stranger's when it came to neatness.
'Just kiss already.'
Hitoshi blushed furiously, pressing one slender hand to his mouth to stop the squeal that very uncharacteristically started to escape.
After several minutes of contemplating, he took the cap off his pen and wrote: 'Meet trrw lunch break, here.'
The next morning, he took care in choosing which rings to wear, checking his uniform for wrinkles enough times that his brother promptly asked if he had a date.
Him blushing didn't help that claim.
The brainwasher wasn't sure what he had expected or rather who, but any and all thoughts left his thoughts- uhm… brain, head, whatever, when the other walked through the door.
He vaguely remembered him and his mind scrambled to supply a name.
His face was sharp and his hair blonde with a lightning bolt. He was from 1-A and it showed in his physique, the boy sporting the muscular form of a future Pro Hero.
"Kaminari?", he asked and he knew he was right when the other's face lit up. " Are you the-..."
He gestured towards the bathroom stall.
"What do you think?", the hero student asked with a light smirked and then Kaminari was crowding against him, smaller body perfect to push Hitoshi against the wall.
The purple-haired boy went with the movement, too baffled to protest.
Kaminari lifted one arm to angle Hitoshi's head downwards and then his lips were against the brainwasher's and his mind abruptly went blank.
The blonde pulled back, smirking up at the taller boy, seemingly sure of himself, even if the GenEd student could see anxiety lurking in his eyes.
"So a date it is then, I reckon," Hitoshi commented dryly, his voice a bit too hoarse for his try at playing casual.
"I thought you were going to surprise me," Kaminari murmured and then he kissed Hitoshi again.
Maybe, the boy mused while leaning into it, he should reply to bathroom stall messages more often.