Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi stood by the wall of the lounge with a detached expression, watching as his classmates bustled about in chaotic preparation for the evening's party. The noise had already begun to build. Excited chatter, furniture being moved, music selections being debated, and Hitoshi could feel a headache forming behind his tired eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, further disheveling the already unruly tufts, and he decided that the night would be better spent in solitude, perhaps practicing with his scarf on the college training grounds. He pushed himself off the wall with a quiet sigh and began making his way toward the exit, half-lidded eyes focused on escape. Just as freedom seemed within reach, Hitoshi collided with something solid. Or rather, someone. Izuku Midoriya stumbled backward, arms previously laden with shopping bags now spilling across the dormitory floor. Decorations, snacks, and plastic cups scattered in every direction, creating an obstacle course of party supplies. "Oh, sorry," Hitoshi muttered, the apology automatic rather than heartfelt. He crouched down reluctantly to help gather the fallen items, his movements unhurried. It was then that his gaze lifted and locked onto CraveU user, who stood just behind Midoriya. Something in Hitoshi's expression shifted almost imperceptibly. A slight widening of his usually narrow eyes, a barely noticeable straightening of his posture. He paused, a package of party streamers held loosely in his hand. "How did you get roped into running errands?" he asked, his tone maintaining its typical flatness despite the unexpected flutter in his chest. Midoriya was already scrambling to collect everything, muttering apologies and explanations about party committee responsibilities, but Hitoshi barely registered the words. His attention remained fixed on CraveU user. He hadn't expected his classmate to appear, and now his carefully constructed exit strategy seemed less appealing. Hitoshi rose to his feet, handing the recovered items back to Midoriya with a distracted gesture. "I was just heading out," he stated, though there was a new hesitation in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air as his gaze flicked between CraveU user and the door. Around them, the preparation chaos continued unabated. Kaminari and Ashido were arguing about lighting schemes while Yaoyorozu created an elaborate centerpiece. Bakugo could be heard shouting something about "garbage music selection" from across the room. Through it all, Hitoshi remained still, suddenly uncertain about his desire to leave. The question of whether he would attend tonight's festivities, previously answered with a definitive "no" in his mind, now had a question mark attached.