Miserable Wretches [BNHA x lotm!OC]

[Seer]

Four-year-old Shinsou Hitoshi couldn't believe his ears.

"You'll be going to school with Sasaki Hajime since he stayed back a year. Try to walk to and from school together, alright?"

Sasaki Hajime.

His neighbor.

His scary, used to be blindfolded neighbor.

Giving his mom teary eyes, he asked if he had to go with him.

She said yes, but gave him a pat on the head to console him.

She just thought the neighbor's blindfold scared the little child.

With it off, she was sure they'd be good friends.

Knock

Knock

"Hitoshi, why don't you open the door?"

Shinsou Hitoshi began walking to the door.

He knew who was out there.

He hesitatingly stood still as he reached for the handle, as if a monster were waiting on the other side.

A childish voice rang beyond the door.

"What's taking you so long, Hitoshi?"

Flinch

Hitoshi didn't understand how Hajime knew he was there.

Pulling it open, he was met with his scary neighbor.

And a dog.

Hajime gave him a wave as he scanned the boy from head to toe with his spirit vision.

A mirage of colors filled his eyes.

'Nothing seems to be wrong with him.'

A voice called from the kitchen.

"Hajime, why don't you sit down for now? Hitoshi still has to get ready."

Giving her a reply, he sat down on the couch as Hitoshi continued to warily look at him.

Smile

Hitoshi thought his smile was the scariest thing and ran back to his room.

Waiting for the younger boy, Hajime decided to recheck his divination. Taking out a chained necklace with a crystal at the end, he held out his hand, dangling the necklace as he chanted in his head with his eyes closed.

It will rain.

It will rain.

It will rain.

It will rain.

It will rain.

It will rain.

It will rain.

Brief flashes of spiritual light were seen before he opened his eyes.

The necklace was spinning clockwise.

It will rain today.

Smiling, as his two divinations matched up, he was excited to see when the rain would come.

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Standing by the door, Hitoshi's mother was making sure her son was prepared.

A little voice piped in.

"You should bring an umbrella. It'll be raining today."

His mom took a glance at the sunny sky and back to the smiling boy.