Hello again! i decided to throw another chapter out~ Hope you all enjoy
Warning: Mentions of suicide and dark thoughts. Again, please seek help if you are struggling with any of the issues raised in this fic.
Two days later, Hizashi was making coffee in the same kitchen everything had changed in. Distracted however, he caught his own eyes in a mirror.
Frowning at the reflection, he went into the bathroom, inspecting his skin. It was blooming with red from where his now - partner's? - mouth had attacked it, and he felt his cheeks heat up at the memory of it. He quickly returned to the bedroom, where Shouta still slept, giving the man a solid look.
"You have destroyed me. There's no chance I'm hiding it, I'm doomed..." He smiled, gesturing to his neck, shoulders and back. "I've made coffee, but I need to head out soon - need to organise my day," he blew the sleepy name a kiss as the former lifted his head to watch him, going to grab his jacket.
"Mm, you look better like that though," Shouta murmured sleepily, lifting his head to inspect his handiwork with tired eyes. "Gorgeous." He sat up slowly, stretching as he did so. Aizawa had faint scars from the attack in the USJ still - but they weren't the only things lining his frame. "You got me just as much," he said, gesturing to the love marks that Hizashi himself had left over him. Not a lot in comparison, but still there. Still HIS. "I can head down with you," he said. "I just need to feed the cats and then I'll be ready." Hizashi was much more organised than Shouta, or at least, tried to be. Shouta was good at sticking to plans, though he wasn't amazing at making them. Hizashi on the other hand... Well, he was the perfect partner. They helped each other up where they might've failed. "Can't you come back to bed...?" He groaned. Normally he was prepared to go to work, but for once he just wanted to stay in bed with his partner.
Hizashi grinned, assessing his marks over his body, feeling quite content and loved. "Aw, I want to..." He came over, kissing his partners cheek. "I'll feed the cats and I'll drive so we can have an extra twenty." He returned after a moment, jumping back in bed with him, snuggling into his chest.
Aizawa hummed happily, peppering his face in soft kisses as he returned to him, holding him tightly in his arms. "You're a keeper," he murmured into his skin, a light smile crossing his exhausted face. "All mine." He murmured, kissing his face again.
Hizashi purred almost, returning kisses to Shouta. "I hope so," he giggled. "Mine too." He whispered, snuggling into him. "We really should get ready soon, though." He groaned, wanting to spend another day with his new partner, yet old friend, but he knew that another day off wouldn't be allowed - since they had already had so long off.
"You should," he chuckled lowly - "I wake up like this." He leaned up to kiss him again - lips soft against his partners, humming needily against him. "I don't want to leave," he groaned. "Alas, we have a job to do." He kissed him again, breathlessly. "I'll miss you." He murmurs.
"I'll miss you too" he placed a kiss to Aizawa's forehead, knowing within the school Aizawa would prefer to keep the relationship under wraps. He wondered how quick it would be for someone like Nemuri to notice the change within the two however, though it was unknown to both of them that is was fairly obvious to everyone else in the vicinity that they felt strongly for one another.
Hizashi sighed, pulling away. "Come on then, if we are late it'll look bad."
"Alright," he sighed, giving him one last kiss before sitting up slowly and dragging himself out of the warm bed. He didn't require much in the ways of dressing; throwing on his jumper and trousers almost immediately and putting on his belt - grabbing his capture weapon and wrapping it around himself securely. He was ready to go in a matter of minutes - though he did dash off to brush his teeth before he was ready to go. "You sure you're ready to go back into school?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Hizashi from behind, before planting a light kiss onto his neck.
Hizashi sighed, holding the arms from the man behind him. This subject had been plaguing his mind for a while. Part of him wasn't, the paranoia and fear settling deep within him, mixed with deep regret and guilt. But the man was determined. He even aimed to create a support group, and push to make sure the mental and physical health of all students were monitored, as well as making sure the school 'counsellor' was a professional and trained, so the children knew help was there if they so needed. Yes, the man was ready.
"Definitely." Hizashi turned, placing a soft kiss on Aizawa's lips. "Lets go."
He walked to Hizashi's car with him hand in hand, after making sure he had locked up his apartment and had everything he needed. Normally he left most of the school work that needed grading at school; it wasn't uncommon for him to stay late to get all of his marking done and ready for the next day. But he had just been absent for two days, so he'd likely have to catch up on the work he had missed. That, and... Well; he'd have to face a questioning class of pupils, since Aizawa was rarely ever known to take a sick day. Hell, he even taught class from behind bandages - so this was new. But they had a valid reason. And Hizashi needed the time off, so he didn't mind getting barraged with questions for the next few hours.
"Time to face the demons," Hizashi teased, as he drove them to the school. He felt somewhat guilty making Aizawa face the same consequences that he would be, knowing that days off were unusual for the both of them.
Hizashi soon enough plastered on his big smile as they pulled closer up to the school, slipping on his glasses. "I'll see you in the staff room during the break?" Hizashi asked, parking them in his designated parking spot.
"Definitely," he gave his partner a small smile - immediately becoming more reserved the moment he pulled in, very quickly leaning in to give him a final kiss on the cheek. "It's nothing neither of us can handle," he looked up at Hizashi. "But if you need me; the kids can handle themselves. I'll be there. Just call."
"Same for you." Hizashi nodded, stepping out of the car. As he walked into the school building, some of the early students stopped to look, either because of his little break, or because he was one of the more well known pro-heroes; though he noted that Aizawa didn't get that kind of attention.
Making it to his class Hizashi started to organise the day, waiting for his students to arrive.
Aizawa had also stepped out of the car, rubbing his eyes tiredly at the light. He tiredly wandered through the parking lot, and eventually into the school - heading for his classroom almost immediately, so that he could look over the work that his students had hopefully completed. (Though he knew that certain students would take advantage of the fact that he wasn't there and slack off, which he'd have to rectify fast. Whilst they were teenagers, they were also teenagers who wanted to be professional heroes. And if they were going to be professionals, they had to be prepared for everything - like all the legal documentation, the laws, facing the press. The teachers were setting them up for all of it, whether they knew it or not, and Aizawa wanted them all to be prepared.)
Though... He really just wanted lessons to be over so that he could be with Hizashi again. So that he could catch up on the twenty years he missed out on in romance with him.
But he had a job to do, and he'd do it.
A few hours later Hizashi left his classroom, fatigue already settling in. He just had to have the most inquisitive students he'd ever seen. It started with asking why he was off, if he was well, if something happened. Some even seemed concerned, his social media had been pretty dead in the last few days, which was a first. Then one student, who obviously kept up to date, brought up the incident at the bridge, which started his break. Hizashi was quiet as he left, the guilt seeping into his heart again. Brewing coffee in the break room he waited for Aizawa to arrive.
Aizawa's class was... Interesting to say the least. His students were inquisitive, and almost knew far too much. It was unsettling, but they were all social media junkies. Midoriya for example, was able to link the two events together - realising that Aizawa had taken the days off to support his friend after the incident that had occurred. Iida had shouted at the class for being so boisterous and that they should be more sensitive, after the rest of the class immediately started asking questions, which led Shouta into an important conversation with his students. He warned them to be diligent; to support those around them as best they can, because one can never tell what is going on beneath their demeanours. He encouraged his students not to take on their friend's burden's entirely, but to shoulder support and a sympathetic ear. And most importantly, he urged his students to talk to people they trusted if they were struggling, and that they had support no matter how alone they felt. The class was somber for a while, but the mood was able to pick up throughout the rest of their lessons.
"You okay so far?" Aizawa swept into the teacher's lounge, making a beeline for the coffee machine. Mostly for Hizashi, but also for the coffee. This wasn't unusual for the other teachers to witness - it was common knowledge that the two were close friends, and so his behaviour wasn't classed as abnormal.
Hizashi had done almost the very same to his own class, making sure they knew they were supported, especially if they needed it, his mood somber as his hid in the corner of the room. He looked up, giving Aizawa a small, forced smile. "I'm fine," he encouraged, standing. As he stood to get more coffee he secretly held his partners hand, seeking the comfort from the physical contact. Sadly, he had to let go once he returned to his seat. Deep down Hizashi wanted to be open and affectionate, but he was unsure on Aizawa's preferences with such things, but with the students it was clear - don't. Hizashi didn't want to make Aizawa uncomfortable. With the teachers however he was unsure, Hizashi still considered many of the other pro heroes very close friends. But he would stand by any of Aizawa's preferences, which included not posting about his amazing partner to his huge social media presence. That thought reminded him that at some point he needed to stop in at his radio station. "You?"
Shouta narrowed his eyes, disbelieving, but understanding. He patted his partner on the back, squeezing his hand back when Hizashi reached for his. "Yeah. I'm alright." He sat down next to his partner, holding his coffee in both hands - as if he was trying to suck all the warmth out of the mug. "You don't have to hide anything," Aizawa murmured. They had been friends for years - lovers for days, but Hizashi had always been all over him; even as teenagers. He didn't mind it, really. He, himself, was more affectionate in private than in public, but if Hizashi wanted to be open and comfortable, Shouta wouldn't stop him. "As long as you're comfortable and ready," he hummed, sipping from his coffee. He suspected that their friends would realise sooner or later, or had already cottoned onto their feelings for one another before either of them even realised.
Hizashi gave him a grateful smile, leaning into Aizawa. "What would I do without you?" He grinned, meaning it. What would he do without his oldest friend, and now lover. It still seemed so unreal, that Aizawa actually liked him back. Hizashi berated himself for not confessing earlier. "I'm teaching your 1A next... Loud bunch." He laughed. "Reminds me of when we were in class together."
Aizawa smiled back down at him, glad to see that he wasn't pretending to smile now - he looked much better when it was genuine. "Mm, I know. They're good kids." He shrugs, taking another drink from his mug. "When we were in class, you were the loud one," Shouta retorts. "The teacher was practically begging me to use my quirk on you just so you wouldn't burst anyone's eardrums by accident."
Hizashi snorted, bursting into laughter. "I remember that!" He laughed loudly, his face going red. "Remember I fell off my chair that one time? And shattered a window?" He grinned. "God that was a long time ago now..." He mused, finishing his own coffee. "I'll see you during lunch? Anything you'd like?"
"Mm, how could I forget - half the class were pissing themselves with laughter." He shook his head fondly at the memory. He finished his coffee in one final gulp, setting the cup on top of the coffee table - he'd use it later, so there was no point in cleaning it. "I'll have whatever you're having. I'm not particularly fussy." He sighed, shooting Nemuri a glare that clearly said, 'don't', before turning his attention back to his partner. "Don't let my students hassle you too much."
Hizashi grinned. "I won't." He spotted midnight on the other end of the room. "Wanna bet how long it takes her?" He laughed, whispering.
"It's taken her twenty years. Best give her another twenty -" He hummed, standing up to meet Hizashi, leaning over to whisper to him. "Unless you kissed me, that was. Then it'd take her about... Three seconds." He smirked, pulling away from him, tucking his hands into his pockets. "The demons nest it is. Enjoy teaching my class. If they act up, tell me, yeah?"
"Of course I will," he smiled. "Have a good day." He left the room, bee-lining it to the class.
It started smoothly until Midoriya started up questions again which led to the whole class asking.
"Smart boy," Hizashi commented as he tied the incident to his break.
"And yes, Aizawa stayed off with me," he answered in response to Kirishima's question.
"Now class is over now, have a good lunch!" He grinned. Exiting he stopped off at the canteen to grab some food, not feeling like going off campus.
Heading for the staff room he started up coffee again, waiting for his lover to arrive, chatting with some other teachers.
Aizawa turned up to the staff room a little late, looking a little worse for wear, but calm all the same. He slumped down into a seat almost immediately, rubbing his eyes. He needed a nap - and soon. But he had a patrol due that night - so naturally he couldn't nap for too long. Unless he took a nap in one of his lessons; but alas, he had to teach a practical lesson that afternoon too, so he'd just have to catch up with sleep once his patrol was over. Hopefully. "Hey, Hizashi." He called, watching him converse with the others fondly. "Your lesson go okay?"
Hizashi turned, smiling fondly at the man. "Hello Aizawa," he shoved coffee and food in his partners hand. "It did yes, inquisitive little demons though," he laughed, taking him to sit down in the corner of the room.
"You look shattered." Hizashi frowned. "I could cover your last lesson? Grab a nap?" He held Aizawa's hand softly, worrying for the man
"There's no need," Aizawa retorted. "Though I appreciate your concern, you don't need the hassle right now." He squeezed his hand - a small gesture of comfort, though the affection was something of a new thing for him. Aizawa was never very affectionate, but Hizashi was something else entirely. "It's okay. They'll only know what I want them to know, anyways. Besides, I can't nap all the time." He only ever napped in the lessons that he knew he could leave the students to themselves in; which were few and far in between. "You have your own lessons to teach anyways."
He sighed. "Fine. I'll be waiting outside the car after the end of school." Looking around quickly he pecked a small kiss on Aizawas cheek, grinning. "Remember you can text me if you need me~!" Hizashi downed his coffee, feeling refreshed and ready for his next class. "I should be off, I want to get some marking done before class starts, see you soon." He waved to everyone, leaving the room. Plastering on a grin he passed many students whom gaped at him, some engaging in conversation with the voice hero.
Aizawa had to hide behind his scarf once Mic had left, unwilling to answer the other teacher's questions - he wasn't an exhibitionist after all, and he wasn't willing to shout about it to everyone. Love was intimate, after all. "I'll meet you in the car. Have a good afternoon," he called after Hizashi, before engrossing himself into his mobile. He very rarely ever did this - but he had recently discovered an app that let you assign homework to students, provided that they had the app too. Maybe he'd show Nezu at some point - so that the students wouldn't be able to pretend that they forgot about the homework. It was handy, after all.
Once lunch had finished, Aizawa wandered back into his class - he was always late, though that was more out of fatigue rather than out of boredom. He hummed, expecting the sudden flurry of questions that followed - no thanks to Hizashi teaching them prior. They were running team building exercises in that particular lesson however, so he was quickly able to distract them from asking anything too personal; instead opting to avoid anything by barking at his students to put on their gym uniforms. Above all else - the rest of the day was fairly uneventful; though Aizawa was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. But no matter - he had a job to do, and he'd get it finished.
He was waiting by Hizashi's car by the time the day was out, leaning against it casually whilst looking up at the sky. He hummed something lowly to himself, quietly waiting for Hizashi to return.
The rest of the day for Hizashi was uneventful, mostly teaching other classes that he hadn't taught that morning, and thankfully, many of the students weren't as inquisitive as class 1A. Finishing up his grading whilst his students were finishing a pop quiz, he grinned as the bell sounded. "Remember! Make sure to have your homework done by next class!" He called out to them, using his quirk to be a bit louder over the chatting students. Once they had all left Hizashi gathered his things, he cursed as he could barely hold it all. You'd think some days off meant more work would be left to the covers.
Nope.
Exiting the building he spotted Aizawa, throwing him a quick wave. Unlocking the car he slid into the leather seat, waiting for Aizawa to follow suit.
"Rest your eyes for a little, I'll take a longer way back," he smiled softly. "Take a nap when you get in, you don't have to start patrolling until later," he encouraged. Starting up the car he drove, remaining quiet trying to encourage him to sleep.
Aizawa didn't have to be told twice. He fell asleep almost instantly, head tucked into his capture weapon as he dozed quietly. He felt safe around Hizashi after all, and gods was he lucky to have a man like him in his life. A man that was all his.
When they finally arrived back at the apartment, Shouta was still sleeping. He was a fairly light sleeper, though in the presence of someone he felt safe with, a little less so. He hummed groggily as the car stopped however, but remained asleep for the most part, leaning towards Hizashi rather than by the window.
Parking the car Hizashi smiled fondly at his partner. Checking if the coast was clear, which it was, he ran up and unlocked the door. Coming back he picked Aizawa up from the car, locking it behind him and rushing back into the apartment.
Once they were safely inside Hizashi held him for a moment more, enjoying his warmth, before placing him softly in bed. "I'll wake you up before you need to go, sleep well," Hizashi whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead. He soon disappeared to make some food and grade work.
Aizawa groaned, snuggling into Mic as he carried him up. He missed his warmth - longed for it even in his sleep. When Mic had kissed his forehead though, he had smiled sleepily, a smile that he very rarely showed in person.
"Mm, how long have I been asleep?" Aizawa murmured when Mic finally did come to wake him up, pulling Mic down by the collar to kiss him sleepily. He had missed him. Had missed out on THIS for years. So if he could in private, he'd kiss the fuck out of him at any given opportunity. "Oh right, work." He sighed, pulling himself up out of bed - though not before giving the man another kiss. "Will you still be here when I get back from my patrol?"
He wandered around the room, picking up his goggles from his chest of drawers. "You're welcome to stay - your home is my home and all that." He had given him a spare key to the apartment years ago - and they had made it a habit of crashing at each other's places. "So if you are, I'll text you when I'm getting back."
Hizashi nodded. "That sounds good to me." He quickly brought the man towards him by his arm, wrapping his own arms around the man's waist, kissing him for a moment before pulling away, wanting to stay like that forever. "Stay safe. I'll be here when you return," he whispered, slightly worried, remembering how his last patrol went. "I can do some of your marking for you, so you can sleep more when you get back." Hizashi kissed his partner again, enjoying his presence.
Opening the door for Aizawa to leave he gave a small wave, before locking it behind him. Soon enough he cuddled up on the sofa, papers and coffee in hand, a cat on his lap.
Aizawa never got the chance to text Hizashi about coming back. In fact, it was roughly about 5am when Hizashi got a phone call. The woman on the phone - from a hospital.
