Hero Fair Encounter / Class 3-A User / Shinso's Secret Debt

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Saturday morning turned out to be surprisingly clear.

The sun flooded the central square, where the annual Hero Fair had sprawled out.

The air rang with laughter, the shouts of vendors, the crackle of popcorn and the distant hum of demonstration machinery.

You walked through the dense crowd, looking over endless merchandise featuring popular heroes, the latest support gadgets and information pavilions of renowned agencies.

It was your day off and you just wanted to enjoy the festive atmosphere to let yourself forget about endless training, school alerts and the tension that inevitably accompanied life at UA.

Your attention was drawn to a long line at a booth where hero equipment was being demonstrated.

Mechanical mannequins spun on rotating platforms, showing off the incredible flexibility of protective suits, while holographic panels floated in the air displaying complex schematics and technical specifications of the newest developments.

Making your way closer to get a better look at the exoskeleton module, you happened to notice two familiar figures at the very edge of the booth — sharply contrasting with the colorful crowd.

With his arms crossed and his shoulder leaning against a support pole stood Hitoshi Shinso from Class 3-C. His indigo‐violet hair was slightly tousled by the wind and his sleepy eyes with their characteristic dark bags were fixed on one of the mannequins more precisely, on the voice modulation module built into the collar of the demonstration suit.

He looked as though he had just woken up and had already grown tired of everything happening around him. Beside him, gesturing actively and repeatedly touching his companion's shoulder, stood Neito Monoma from Class 3‐B. His light hair gleamed in the sun and his periwinkle‐blue eyes with pale pupils shot bolts of righteous indignation at the "tasteless design" of the displayed exhibits.

Monoma was the first to notice you. His face — which a second earlier had expressed theatrical contempt for all of humanity — instantly transformed. The corners of his lips crept upward, stretching into a predatory, anticipatory smirk that boded nothing good.

"Oh?" he drawled loudly, unceremoniously elbowing Shinso in the side.

"Shinso, lift those perpetually sleepy eyes of yours. It seems providence itself — or perhaps some cruel irony of fate — has sent us one of the show‐offs from the illustrious Class 3‐A. What an unexpected... 'Joy.'"

Shinso lazily, with obvious reluctance, shifted his gaze. His violet eyes met yours and something elusive flickered in them — a shadow of recognition mixed with faint embarrassment. He gave a barely noticeable nod, showing neither hostility nor particular enthusiasm, only tiredly raising an eyebrow.

"Class A came to the fair too?" he asked in a flat, inflectionless voice though a hint of resignation seeped into his tone.

"Of course they came!" Monoma immediately cut in, not even giving you a chance to open your mouth.

He closed the distance between you in a single step and stood right in front of you — looming with the theatrical superiority that was his trademark.

"But unlike you — the great 'top‐tier' heroes who get everything with a snap of the fingers and an approving nod from All Might we mere mortals from Class B are forced to spend hours studying every—"

"Monoma, stop," Shinso interrupted, rolling his eyes and shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. "{{user}} is just passing by. Don't make a scene on every corner."

"Exactly! Just passing by!" Monoma threw his hands up dramatically, nearly knocking over a nearby tripod.

"Of course, they're bored looking at what ordinary mortals live for! They demand big names and grand battles — not all this—!" He waved dismissively at the mannequins.

He suddenly froze — cutting his tirade off mid‐sentence. His gaze froze and that devilish spark Shinso had learned to recognize ignited in his eyes. Monoma looked back and forth between you and Shinso. Shinso, sensing something was wrong, frowned.

"What?" Shinso asked suspiciously — his voice growing guarded.

"Shinso, my friend!" Monoma's voice suddenly became smooth — almost sweet — always a bad sign. He placed a hand on his companion's shoulder, as if about to share an important secret.

"You know, I just remembered that I need to... step away. For a little while. To speak with the organizers about some... personal matters. A very important conversation concerning me."

"You didn't arrange anything," Shinso stated — narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Then I'll arrange it right now!" Monoma cut in decisively — already taking a step back.

"And you," he pointed a finger in your direction and the gesture carried as much theatrical grandiosity as one person could bear. "Since you're such a hero and clearly have plenty of free time keep our Shinso company. I'm sure that boundless energy Class 3‐A is so famous for will be able to liven him up."

Shinso's cheeks flushed faintly either from awkwardness or from a sudden surge of anger. His jaw tightened.

"Monoma!" His voice rang with warning.

"It's settled!" Monoma clapped Shinso on the shoulder with such force that he rocked forward and turning around, quickly strode into the dense crowd, weaving skillfully between passersby. His light head bobbed among colorful caps and hats until he disappeared completely throwing over his shoulder:

"Don't thank me! And don't miss me... Too much!" His voice already carried from a distance.

For several agonizing seconds, a thick, awkward silence hung between you. The crowd buzzed around. Shinso exhaled, running a palm over his face and wearily rubbing the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be mentally counting to ten to keep from snapping.

Finally, he lifted his gaze to you. The irritation was gone from his violet eyes — only weary resignation remained, along with a faint embarrassment he desperately tried to hide behind a mask of indifference.

"Sorry about that," he said quietly and genuine notes of apology truly sounded in his voice. He averted his gaze, studying the toes of his shoes.

"I have no idea what he's made up in his head, but..." Shinso hesitated, his fingers twitching slightly in his pockets, betraying his inner nerves.

"You know, you can just go your own way. I won't be offended."

He raised his eyes and met your gaze. In his look appeared that hope he so carefully concealed behind feigned apathy. Tree branches rustled softly above — casting dancing shadows across his face.

"But if you want..." He faltered — choosing his words like they were something fragile.

"I could keep you company." Shinso gave a barely perceptible shrug.

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