Chapter 19: Chapter 3 - Sports Festival Prep: 1
The air within the Kujo and Sakunami household was tense. The air was so tense that one wouldn't be able to cut it even with the sharpest of knives. The couple wasn't mad at one another, mind you, but the information that had been just dealt out to one Josefumi Kujo was something he had not been expecting in the least.
There was always a part of him that made him question why he felt drawn to Yoshihara. He thought that it was the allure of her being a Stand User, and as someone who, outside of Karera, knew no one else that was a Stand User of his age, he wanted to meet her and see what her powers had been.
But now? Now that had suddenly changed. Today, he had learned that something else might have been at play. Something that he did NOT see coming, and was completely out of left field.
"Are you sure that what you saw was the Birthmark?" The concerned and also very confused voice of Josefumi spoke, his eyebrow raised and his body language one of tense frustration and also curiosity. All he got in response to his question was a determined nod from Karera Sakunami, which only further increased the stress that was placed upon the pompadour-haired teen.
"And you're 100% sure that this wasn't a tattoo or anything like an oddly formed scar?" Josefumi pressed as Karera groaned.
"Fumi-kun, would I lie to you about something I saw, especially something as important as this?" Karera said with a dead seriousness in her tone, causing Josefumi to frown.
"No… I suppose you wouldn't," the pompadour-haired teen said, looking down at the carpeted floor of the living room. A part of the teen had always had a feeling that there was something more to Kira that she was letting on, but this? This was something else entirely.
This wasn't just a harmless secret. No... this blew a hole in everything he ever knew about his family. He was aware of the scandal that occurred with Joseph Joestar and the birth of Josuke Higashikata, his illegitimate son, in 2005. But now that begged the question… was this another bout of infidelity? If so, how far back did it go? Did his father have an affair with another woman while his mom was pregnant with him? Or did this go further back? He didn't want to believe his father would do such a thing, but even so, if it wasn't his father, it would have to be someone further back in the Joestar bloodline that interacted with the Kira's.
"Someone in our family's history must have interacted with the Kira's in a more than friendly manner after the events of Morioh… or hell, maybe even earlier," Josefumi thought, folding his hands together in a thinking manner.
The revelation that Yoshihara was, in some way, distantly and or directly related to him only served to make things more complicated between the two. It also must've been the reason why he was drawn to her at Aldera. The Birthmark always had a way of joining Joestars together—it was how his great-great-great-grandfather Jotaro Kujo met Higashikata Josuke.
"Do you know how you two might be related?" Karera asked, sitting back in the chair off to the left of the couch in their shared apartment as Josefumi shrugged, shaking his head.
"I wish I knew. But, now that I know this, I'm going to have to confront Yoshihara about this. Maybe she might know. If she doesn't, then this goes further back than what I even know. And if she really is related to the Joestars, then that means her Killer Queen is like Soft & Wet, and hasn't tapped into the potential, or has, and Kira doesn't know about it yet," Josefumi explained as Karera nodded.
Josefumi reclined back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, frowning. He had more stuff to worry about than before, and now, he had to contact his father. Getting up from the couch, he walked over to his landline and dialled the number he needed to reach to get into contact with the man in question.
The phone rang for a few seconds, and after those seconds passed, the phone picked up on the other end.
"You have reached the Speedwagon foundation's secret, familial line for Joestar's use ONLY. Please state your name, or we will send agents after this IP address to check for the threat level."
Josefumi sighed. Because of course, that would be the case. His father always had a way with overprotective security. He was a paranoid man, especially after what happened to him and his wife all those years ago. Even though his paranoia had calmed down, he was still ready to jump at a moment's notice if someone so much as lifted a finger too fast.
The personal family phone line was reserved for the Joestars and anyone who was even remotely related to the Joestars to use, and only for them to use, so if someone who wasn't related to the Joestars somehow got their hands on the phone line, it meant that something bad had happened.
Of course, that had not been the case this time around—thank god—so, Josefumi had decided that, despite the dramatic lengths that were being put on display, he'd play along with his father's nonsense.
"This is Kujo Josefumi. I would like to speak to my father…" Josefumi sighed, his eyes narrowing. He loved his father sometimes, but the dramatics tended to be too much. It only got worse when things escalated in Japan, and the discovery of the Stand Bullets came into the limelight. As a response, his father tripled security. So, with a tad bit of dramatics, just as his father would've wanted, he spoke his name. "Jonathon Kujo."
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In a highrise located somewhere in Florida, on the south-eastern side of America, a blond-haired man with vibrant green eyes, wearing a black business suit, a black tie with a white shirt underneath, and red sneakers sat at a desk, reading a book. His hair was unkempt, but it was far from dirty, he simply liked his hair the way it was. The book in his hands was an old western tale about a cowboy learning how to walk again with the help of an Italian man, and both of them were racing to get a prize of 60 million dollars—the cowboy for an experimental surgery to return his ability to walk, and the Italian to save the life of a child from wrongful execution.
He found the story to be endearing, and there were even some parts where he nearly cried. However, by the point he was at in the story, it took a sharp turn to where the President of the United States of America deemed them wanted criminals and wanted their heads for some inexplicable reason other than 'because the story needed a major over-arching villain.'
Regardless of whatever the reason might have been, Jonathon Kujo otherwise referred to as Johnny Kujo, didn't quite care all that much about the details. All he cared about was the enjoyability of the plot and the characters. So far, the book met both of those standards, the villain was likeable, and the main character, while being a bit of a jerk, was all in all redeemable at the end of the story.
"Steel Ball Run… hmph, quite the story. Not my cup of tea, but still a good time killer," Johnny stated, closing the book with a single hand before placing it on his desk. The blond-haired man had a slash across his right eye, though luckily he didn't sustain any permanent damage from it, only a sick-looking scar, and on his forehead was an indent from an incident that he'd rather not think about.
The man was in his early 30s—31 years old, to be exact—and even though his wife had passed away from complications a year ago, he refused to marry or even look at a woman the same way he did with his wife. Despite this, however, he never let it affect him or his relationship with his son.
Johnny cared about his son. In fact, he cared so much about his son that when he found out he was going to Japan to chase a lead about the disappearance of over 50 of The Speedwagon Foundation's Stand Arrows, he denied his request. The last thing he wanted to do was have his son get wrapped up in business that wasn't his, and he didn't want to lose him.
Unfortunately for Johnny, his son had acquired his old man's persistence and stubbornness, and so, he eventually caved and allowed him to do so, though only if he brought his girlfriend so that he had someone to look after him if he ever got injured. The two agreed, and, reluctantly, he let them go. He hadn't heard from them since, and he had slowly become worried about their well-being.
"I hope he's doing okay…."
And as if the universe had heard his thoughts, the doors to his office opened, revealing a woman with blond hair, cerulean eyes, and a moderate stature. She was wearing a black suit and business skirt with black stockings and black high heels, and her hair had been left to go down to her hips in length. She had crow's feet around her eyes, a sign of stress and lack of sleep, as well as dark bags under them. In her left hand was a black cell phone, and in her right hand was a clipboard, probably from where she had last been.
"Ah, Yoshikawa, what brings you to my office this fine afternoon?" Johnny asked as the woman smiled. The two had known each other since college and at the time Johnny had been living in Morioh. The two had been close friends, but nothing more than that. When Johnny inherited the Speedwagon Foundation from the previous owner, his father, Jouta Kujo, he immediately offered a job to Yoshikawa, who had just had a child with Yoshimura, her now Ex-Husband.
Yoshimura passed away during a villain attack that happened at the Chinese branch of the Speedwagon Foundation, and when she went on mental health leave, Johnny noticed that she had taken up the pastime of being a hooker. Normally, employers, after seeing and hearing that would fire that person on the spot. But Johnny wasn't like that. He knew she had been struggling, so he did something else. Johnny paid for her to get a mental health check and paid for her therapy so she could get better.
Not even a few months later, her child had died of health complications, or so she had said.
He didn't really dig into Yoshikawa's personal life after they stopped speaking after college, but he felt as if it would be nice of him to offer the woman a job at the time. Ever since then, she had been working with The Speedwagon Foundation.
"You have a call from your son," the blond woman said, passing him the phone as Johnny's eyes widened. Quickly snatching the phone and mouthing a 'thank you' the blond cleared his throat.
"Josefumi! It's been a while since we spoke, tell me, how are things?" Johnny asked, leaning back in his chair, and motioning for Yoshikawa to take a seat. As the blond female sat down, crossing her legs, Johnny put the phone on speakerphone as Josefumi spoke.
"Hey, dad. I have a few questions I need to ask you. But first, I wanted to tell you about a certain development that's going to make you happy."
"Oh?" Johnny asked, quirking an eyebrow as a soft chuckle left the teen's mouth over the phone.
"You remember that Steel Ball you gave me before I left? Well, guess what? I Spun it. I used The Spin earlier today. I even found out that Soft & Wet used it in the past and did for I don't even know how long. It's how its 'Bubbles' worked."
Johnny was without words. He was… He was happy! "I… Oh my god. You have no idea how…. How proud I am of you, my boy," Johnny said, wiping a small tear from his cheek, a small crack in his tone of voice as pride filled his chest. He cleared his throat, shook his head, then cleared his throat for a second time before continuing. "Er… you said you had something else for me?"
"Yes… I, I wanted to ask you something. You know that girl I keep talking to you about. The Stand User that I met at Aldera."
"Ah! Yes, I remember. You never told me her name. You're not doing what I think you're doing, Josefumi. Because—"
"What?! NO! Dad, lord and christ above no! Get your mind out of the gutter!"
Johnny snickered at his son's interruption. He always had a fun time teasing his son. Out of the corner of his eye, he could even see Yoshikawa snicker at his son's frantic reply. "Anyways, son, you were saying?"
"Right…." Josefumi cleared his throat before continuing. "I suppose I should start with her name. Her name is Kira Yoshihara."
This time, it wasn't Johnny who reacted, but rather, it was Yoshikawa, whose eyes widened. She immediately got up from her chair, a frustrated expression on her face then ran out of the room. Johnny had been confused, but then, as the door slammed, he jumped back.
In the hallway of the Speedwagon Foundation headquarters, the woman known as Yoshikawa Kira was NOT having a good time. No, she wasn't just NOT having a good time, she was, in fact, pissed off. She had been living a relatively normal life after her 'child' had supposedly died, and, of course, she showed sadness and regret when she showed up at work, but in Morioh whenever she was off work or in the city, she was partying, and overall having the time of her life! She was no longer held down by that mistake, and so, she lived that way. That, and with Yoshimura having been dead, she didn't have to worry about any upset or depressed husband.
And therefore, she had nothing holding her back. She became extremely wealthy, she even moved to America in a penthouse, and she even married a man named George, who was nice, polite, and kind. Not only that, but he always kept her company—far better than that mope Yoshimura—so, to that extent, her life had been perfect! The life she wanted to live for so long!
But now her boss's brat had just confirmed to her the exact OPPOSITE of what she knew to be true, and it was NOT sitting well with her. Her life, with just ONE FUCKING NAME, had been ruined in a singular second. All because that brat opened his mouth. All because that mistake's name had been uttered.
"No…! I thought that brat died! I thought she was gone, forever! I thought I could live a normal life without her coming back! HOW THE FUCK IS SHE ALIVE! I FUCKING POISONED HER FOOD BEFORE I LEFT THE HOUSE THAT DAY! SHE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING DIED!"
Her expression turned cold, and then she frowned. "No matter. I'll just have to try and take her down for good. Then I can rid my conscience of her." The blond thought, steeling her expression before walking back into the office. "I apologize for my fit of anger. Please excuse me, but I was wondering if I could take that vacation to Japan early, please, Mr. Kujo?" Yoshikawa asked as Johnny shrugged.
"Sure, I don't see why not. You have two weeks, okay?" Johnny stated as Yoshikawa left the room once again, this time she didn't slam the door, rather, she calmly closed it. Johnny huffed, putting his attention back on the phone. "My bad Josefumi. One of my employees was with me, and I guess they got angry for some reason. Carry on, what about this Kira Yoshihara? Is she perhaps related to Kira Yoshikawa?"
"I have no idea. She never talks about her parents. All I know is that she lived with Midnight, aka Kayama Nemuri, prior to meeting me, that is. I know nothing of her past, other than the fact that it wasn't a good one. She never told me the details, but it was concerning. However, that isn't why I called to talk about it."
A bad history? He frowned. Johnny knew that Yoshikawa had a child, but she never said the gender or the name. All he said was that her kid was a well-behaved child and that they got along, though he always suspected that something was wrong behind the scenes. He didn't think much of it, and even now he had no reason to suspect a thing from her. After all, what was there to suspect about a dead kid?
He decided to not think about it and instead carry on with his conversation with his son.
"Well, why is it that you called then? You know, outside of telling me about you being able to use The Spin," Johnny said, reaching for a black Steel Ball with the same carvings as the one that Josefumi's had. It began to spin slowly, all the while he took a sip out of his hot coffee.
"Exactly. You see… this Kira Yoshihara person… according to Karera… Has a Joestar Birthmark. A legitimate Joestar Birthmark. Not a Tattoo, but a real Joestar Birthmark."
Johnny's Steel Ball left his hand and banged around the room as he spat out the coffee in his mouth before he could swallow it. The Steel Ball was about to go out of the window when a purple-ish pink arm with golden stars and a blue glove reached out to grab it, ceasing its spinning and placing it on his desk, before then abruptly disappearing. "WHAT?!" Johnny said post spit take before wiping off his expensive business suit. "And she was sure it was real? While our family birthmark isn't well known, it could be possible that—"
"Uh… Mr. Kujo? Hi! Karera here, and I can 100% confirm that it wasn't a fake. It wasn't a tattoo, nor was it a malformed scar or the casting of light. It was 100% a real, honest to god, Joestar Birthmark, down to the location, the points, and the angle. It was the exact same as the one Fumi-kun has, too!"
Karera's interruption had caused the man to stop talking, put down his cup of coffee, and recline back in his seat. "Oh dear god… this… this is NOT good…." Johnny thought to himself, biting his lower lip. "Alright, I believe you. And I think I know the reason why this could've happened," Johnny said, looking over to a picture of his father, his mother, and a younger version of himself. The blond-haired man sighed, stroking a hand through his hair before sitting up straight in his chair.
"Josefumi. I never think I told you the reason why I have the name I have, outside of it being an homage to our greatest descendant, Jonathon Joestar," Johnny began as the line remained silent, which permitted him to continue. "You see, your grandfather had several siblings. Reina Kujo, Sadou Kujo, and his Twin Brother, Jonathon Kujo. However, Jonathon died in childbirth, which drove his mother, your Great-Grandma, Jolyne Cujoh, to spiral into despair. So, when Jouta grew old enough to move out, he made a vow to her that he could make it up to her for what happened to Jonathon," Johnny continued, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, letting out a sigh.
"Jouta went around the world to every country and bedded as many women as he could. He was able to get five women pregnant—One in Britain, two in Germany, and Two in Japan, one of those people being my mother. We found the one in Britain, Samual Laurance, who is running a school, and the two kids in Germany had died in a terrorist attack in Berlin. We were never able to track down the other Japanese woman that Jouta had relations with, but I believe that you just found the product of that child. Whoever that child may have been or is, must be the father or mother of Yoshihara. Of course, Jouta's last target to increase the Joestar name was my mother, so there was no infidelity, but if I had to guess, he paid the women to not say a damn word about what had happened. And now that he's dead, he doesn't have to face the backlash," Johnny said, frowning heavily. "Josefumi, when you and Kira get your internships, I will make a special request to U.A. to have you and her internship with us. I would like to meet my supposed niece. After all, if she really is a Joestar, that makes you her cousin."
As Johnny finished his explanation, the line was silent for a few moments, until finally, Josefumi found a response.
"I understand father. I'll get on it right away. I love you."
"I love you too, son, be safe," Johnny said with honesty before hanging up the phone. For how much he loved his family, he wondered why it was that the Joestars had a tendency to just… fuck a lot. Hell, DIO, who used the original Jonathon's body, even did that. Had that just been a hereditary trait that he left with them all? Perhaps that explained why Jouta did what he did, but now, he would never know.
"Great going dad… now I have a niece who has no real family, all because you couldn't keep it in your pants. Thanks, Jiji…."
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Hitoshi Shinsou woke up in a hospital bed, his head pounding like a jackhammer as he slowly rose up from his prone position. He hadn't known how long it had been since he had passed out after The Incident, but what he did know was that he had been attacked by some thug who had a gun. After that, all he remembered was a ringing sound, his parents screaming, and then a warping sound before he passed out from what he had to assume was a seizure.
The day prior to that he had entered the U.A. Entrance exam and believed himself to have done pretty well in it, so his parents had rewarded him by taking him to the movie theatre. Then the attack happened, and everything was a blur after that. A mixture of beeps and buzzes filled the room around him as his eyes slowly began to adjust to the light of the room.
He was able to get a good look at the time and saw that it was around midnight. "I was only out for a few hours, huh? Could've been worse…." The boy thought, cracking his neck from side to side. That was odd. If he had only been out for a few hours, why did he feel so… stiff? He looked down to see he was dressed in a hospital gown, which should've been obvious seeing as he was in a hospital, but regardless of that fact, he still found it odd. He wondered where his clothes had been put. He'd have to find out later.
"Hito-chan!" A small voice cried to his left as he rubbed his eyes. He was still trying to process everything that was happening, but even in his stupor, he knew very well who that voice belonged to. He looked over to his left and saw a small child with faded purple hair, large purple eyes, and pale skin. She had a round face and was wearing a black overall dress with a white shirt underneath it.
Kana Shinsou, his baby sister, was looking up at him with a mixture of worry, happiness, and sorrow. But why? Why did she look so upset? Did something bad happen? Well, obviously something bad happened—he got shot for fucksake, but that wasn't what he meant. She looked like she hadn't been able to speak to him or even see him for weeks.
So if it had only been a few hours, why was she looking at him like that?
"Hey, Kana… uh… where's Mom and Dad?" Hitoshi questioned as the little girl pouted, jumping up into his arms. Kana was only 7 years old and had been registered as Quirkless, much to their family's despair. But it would take more than that to break the family apart.
"You don't want to see me?" Kana said as Hitoshi sat her down on the bed and ruffled her hair, a sly smirk on his face as he shook his head. A small chuckle left his smirking face before he huffed.
"C'mon, Kana, don't be like that. I just want to know where Mom and Dad are. I mean, it's not like they wouldn't want to see me after what happened," Hitoshi said, rubbing the back of his neck as he blinked. "Speaking of which, how long have I been out for?" The purple-haired boy asked as Kana rubbed underneath her eyes, a distant look in them as she spoke.
"…A month. You've been out for a month… you missed your first day at school, and the teachers asked where you were…. Momma said you were at the hospital recovering from an attack, and the school told her that you would be in the General Studies course, so there was no rush…." Kana said, looking down at the floor. "B-But on the bright side! You don't have any homework, and they voided all of the work you missed so that you could recover in peace! But when you get back, you'll be put into a separate room and caught up on what you missed so you can join the regular classes!" Kana said, immediately changing the mood with a bright smile.
Although Hitoshi was not smiling, he simply stared straight ahead. He failed? He didn't pass the Hero Course exam? How!? He at least got 20 points, that should've been enough! How far had he been off from getting into the school? 1 point? 2 points? 10 points?!
He wanted to throw something in anger, but he swallowed his rage, and simply let out a soft sigh, followed by a hallowed chuckle. "Big bro?" Kana said cautiously as the purplette shook his head.
"No… it's okay, Kana. I'm just, surprised," the boy said, looking down at the gap between his legs. He had worked so hard to get that far, trained his Quirk, only to realize that his opponents were robots. He saw the switches, though, so he destroyed the robots that way. But even then, he didn't get enough points. He did okay on the written exam, so maybe that was how he got into the General Course and hadn't been rejected outright.
What did his parents think? Would they still be proud of him? Would they still accept a failure like him? He held back whatever self-pity he had and just stared at his bed until he heard the sound of footsteps around toward the door.
"Oh! The patient is awake!" A chipper voice spoke out as Hitoshi's head shot up to see a man standing in the doorway. The man's hair was bushy, very bushy, it almost looked like a hat in some regards. He had very pale skin, and his eyes were blue. He wore a white doctor's coat with blue surgical clothes underneath with a bear pin on the right lapel. In one hand was a clipboard, and in the other was a black pen. "For a moment, I thought you had died! Then again, most people did during that attack. That makes you special. Name's Dr. Tomioka, but you can call me Dr. Tooru if you want," the man said, a warm smile on his face as he sat down next to Hitoshi.
The man looked at the little girl and gestured for her to leave, which she took to instantly, waving at Hitoshi before closing the door behind her. The man chuckled, clicking his pen. "Your little sister really is a charmer, you know that? She made the whole staff laugh last night, a comedic genius, wholly and truly," Dr. Tooru said, shaking his head before clearing his throat, and adopting a serious expression. "Now, uh… Shinso was it. We have some good news, first and foremost, and then some bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?" Tooru asked as Shinso frowned.
"I'd like to hear the good news, please. I've already been told enough bad news for one day…." Hitoshi said as Tooru nodded.
"Well, the good news is that you'll make a full recovery, and you'll be allowed to return to/show up for the first time at U.A. tomorrow morning. Also, I heard about your results from your parents, who happen to be good friends of mine, and I'm sorry about what happened. Sometimes things like that happen, no matter what it is that you and I want. Your parents aren't disappointed in you, if that's what you're thinking, they're just glad you made it into U.A. at all," Tooru said as Hitoshi scoffed.
"Then why aren't they here to tell me themselves?" The purplette said as Tooru narrowed his eyes.
"They happen to be back in Esuha, asleep at their house. Your sister stayed here and has been sleeping in the children's wing of the hospital free of charge. Henceforth why your sister is here and not your parents," Tooru stated as Hitoshi bit his tongue, looking away from the doctor.
"I see…" the boy murmured, furrowing his eyebrows. He cleared his throat, then made eye contact with the doctor again. "So, what's the bad news?" Hitoshi asked as Tooru sighed.
"The Bullet you were shot with wasn't a regular bullet, and as a result… you lost your Quirk. What made you unique is no longer a part of you," Dr. Tooru stated, reclining in his chair as Hitoshi felt something inside of his heart crack. Or maybe it was his heart that cracked? He honestly didn't know.
His Quirk was gone? What nonsense! But when he tried to feel it, tried to activate the thing before speaking, he didn't feel the twinge in his left eye he normally felt. It wasn't there, his twinge wasn't there. That only meant that what the doctor said was true.
He was Quirkless.
"W-W—"
"But…." The doctor drawled, erupting in a black aura as a figure showed up behind him. It was a human-like figure, and it even wore clothes like a human, such as a black bowler hat and coat, gloves, and a scarf. His coat featured buttons that resemble small suns, completing the look. However, then there was its head. Its head, which was mechanical rather than an actual human head, which would've been normal, seeing how Quirks worked, but then there was everything else about it. It resembled a radio microphone or a machine of some kind, and its eyes were shaped like suns, similar to the buttons on its coat.
It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, and what made things even worse, it seemed to be mimicking the doctor's movements. "By the look on your face," the doctor said, a small smirk on his face as he leaned onto one of the chair arms. "I'd have to wager in saying that you can see Wonder Of U."
Hitoshi licked his lips out of nervousness and kept the confusion in his eyes. "Am… am I not supposed to?" The teen asked as Dr. Tooru shook his head, making the teen shrink.
"Usually, no. But you're a special case. See, because you were shot by this special kind of bullet, and because you survived the attack—which 99% of people don't, by the way—while you may have lost your Quirk, you've gained something far more powerful, and only a few select people have these powers, something more powerful than Quirks. These powers are known as Stands, and mine, Wonder Of U, came as a result of my passion for being a doctor and eventually manifesting as such. Its ability allows me to deflect calamities away from my patients and sent them off to small animals or to microscopic bacteria that don't matter. However, Stands can be acquired in near-death experiences, or in this case, by that bullet. How it happens, I don't know, but enough people have been brought to this hospital for me to notice that pattern. Not that it matters in the long run, but I digress," Tooru explained, Wonder Of U disappearing behind him.
Hitoshi could only stare at him. He wanted to call the doctor a madman, but when he had been confronted with Wonder Of U, he had no real choice but to believe him. "So… I still have a power… just not a Quirk?" Hitoshi asked as a teal aura burst around him, faintly, and a skeletal silver arm separated from his own, and as he watched, a full figure appeared from behind.
The figure was missing its lower half with wires dangling from its waist. Its upper torso had a monitor in the center of it with the words 'Disconnected' in white text. Its head was oval, and it had no facial features at all, rather it had spirals and pits on its face. It had metallic cords connecting its head to its overall body and a thin neck, though it looked like it had been there for the sole purpose of just being there. Its torso around the monitor was skeletal, though around its abdomen was some sort of metal plating. It had wide shoulder blades with red cartoon hearts lining around it and on its upward face, and the shoulder plates themselves had been the colour purple. On its wrists seemed to be a bundle of wires in a holder that you'd see on a fishing rod, with a hook on the ends of the rope. The hook looked prone and ready to launch and stab into someone.
The overall design looked like something one would see an edgy eight-grader draw, and Hitoshi had been not so proud to admit that this 'Stand' looked like one of his drawings back in Junior high school. The doctor seemed to have an impressed look on his face before smirking. "Hm…. What an interesting Stand. What's its name?" Tooru asked as Hitoshi recoiled. He was about to retort until finally, a name came to his mind. A name that seemed to stick.
"Uh…. Everybody Loves Me…. Yeah, I think that fits it," Hitoshi said as the doctor nodded.
"Gotcha. Well, put it away for now. Only use it if you have to. Think of it as a Quirk, and treat it as such. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that no one else but yourself or other Stand Users can see it. So—"
"I have an advantage at the Sports Festival..." Hitoshi said, and suddenly, a sickening smile came to his face. "I've heard rumours that if you beat someone from the hero course, and win in the sports festival afterward, you take their spot…." Hitoshi stated as the Doctor blinked.
"Huh, what are you talking about?" The Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow, genuine confusion in his expression as Shinsou flinched out of his trance.
"What?" Hitoshi started, shaking his head. "Oh, nothing. Never mind me," Hitoshi stated, Everybody Loves Me disappeared behind him as the purple-haired teen laid back down. "I'm just going to go back to sleep till the morning. Thanks for everything, Doc," Hitoshi stated, laying his head back on the pillow as Tooru shrugged before leaving.
In the back of Hitoshi's mind, he had a vitriolic thought dancing around his head. If the boy couldn't make it into the hero course through the exam, he'd brute force his way in by destroying someone else's dream using his newly acquired power. "If what that doctor said was true, then I truly have an unfair advantage. An advantage I'm going to abuse." And with that rather toxic thought floating around his mind, he went into a deep sleep.
But little had he known that he wasn't the only one with a power like his own skulking around at U.A.
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