United States of America
March 2017
Flashing lights, blinding lights. A
microphone was pushed into his hand, the other gripping the plaque tightly.
“Congratulations,” someone – Sol? – whispered, pushing him a little more to the
front. Tadashi froze and stared, wide-eyed and still in shock upon what had
just happened within the past two, three minutes.
He wasn’t sure what had happened, honestly.
He and the rest of Squad A were busy drinking, and he was laughing at a joke
Peters had told, when all of a sudden his name was announced and Aether was
pulling up with the brightest smile on her face. Peters was whooping and Mack
was laughing too, and before he knew it, he was stumbling to the stage with Sol
beaming up at him. There was someone with her too, probably a higher-up, who
most likely congratulated him as well, he didn’t know.
“I—I honestly don’t know what just
happened,” he admitted into the mic, the entire room laughing warmly at that.
He wasn’t trying to be humble nor was he trying to play off his win, not at
all—it was the truth. He hadn’t been expecting any of that to happen, not at
all. “Honestly. I never really expecting any of this,” he told the rest of HQ,
his eyes falling to Squad A’s table.
He caught Aether’s gaze momentarily. She
smiled even wider, if that was possible, and was holding a handkerchief that
Mack had most likely lent to her. You can
do it, she mouthed, and he swallowed, nodding before looking at the rest of
them.
Tadashi inhaled for a second before putting
on a smile, loosening his grip slightly and starting to speak.