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“What is that supposed to be?”
Hizashi beams, holding up his new…device as if Shouta couldn’t see it well enough already. It’s bright yellow, with neon pink accents—a total eyesore in general, and half of Hizashi’s height. He would have to be blind to miss it.
“It’s a pogo stick!”
Shouta blinks. He’s never seen one in person, he supposes, though he knows what they are in theory. But they’re an entirely illogical method of transportation, so he can’t fathom why Hizashi has one now, while they’re meant to be walking to school together. It can’t be any faster than walking, and likely exerts more energy. It’d be like riding to school on a spinning top.
He squints at Hizashi. “Why?”
“Uh, because it’s fun? Also, I’ve decided this is going to be my new secret weapon in hero training!”
Shouta watches, baffled, as Hizashi mounts the pogo stick and hops towards him. It might throw a villain off their rhythm, but Shouta himself has grown very used to Hizashi’s antics at this point, so he isn’t perturbed in the slightest.
His tilts his head. “How is it meant to enhance your quirk?”
Boing, boing. “I’m still figuring that out.” Boing, boing. “If you have any ideas, let me know!”
Shouta sighs. He wishes that stupid thing was part of Hizashi’s quirk, if only so he could use Erasure to stop the movement. Between the constant up-and-down, and the blinding colors, it’s starting to give him a headache. “My idea is to scrap it.”
“Whaaaaat?!” Hizashi cries, still bouncing in place directly in front of Shouta. “But it’s so cool!”
“It’s annoying.”
“So you’re saying it’s working as a weapon against you?”
Shouta does not deign that with a response. Unfortunately, Hizashi seems to take his silence as affirmation, because he starts whooping with joy. “I’ve finally found the secret to defeating Eraserhead!”
Shouta turns away, ducking his chin beneath the collar of his jacket. “Shut up,” he grumbles. “You just look dumb.” He starts walking in the direction of the school, beacuse if he doesn’t, Hizashi will wear himself out hopping aimlessly and then complain for the entire duration of their journey. “Where’d you get that thing anyway?”
Hizashi starts moving forward on the pogo stick, apparently trying to keep pace with Shouta to the best of his ability. “I found it.”
“You…found it?”
“Yep!” The blur of Hizashi in the corner of Shouta’s vision continues its constant up-down up-down movement. He sincerely hopes he still has painkillers in his backpack. He doubts Recovery Girl will accept My friend was jumping around too much and it gave me a headache as a reasonable excuse for any sort of treatment.
“Found it where?”
“Thrift store! Shirakumo and I went this past weekend.”
Shouta rolls his eyes. Go figure. Those two are always buying dumb, useless, pieces of junk from thrift stores. They claim thrifting is a hobby, but Shouta is fairly certain their real hobby is just collecting trash. “Can you return it?”
“I could.” Boing, boing. “But I won’t!”
Shouta groans. “Why not? It’s stupid!”
“But it’s getting on your nerves,” Hizashi replies smugly. “So I’m officially adding it to my arsenal!”
Shouta despairs.
He’s never going to know a moment of peace again, is he?