When the camera came to focus on All Might standing with Hitoshi in his arms, Hizashi cried out.

Shouta, unsure to what the broadcasted images were showing, was left in the same evergrowing panic he had been since the fight had started.

"Hizashi? What happened to Toshi?"

But his husband was overwhelmed as he sobbed.

No! Please no…

His phone buzzed.

"Recovery Girl. Recovery Girl." The robotic voice relayed.

"Chiyo!"

"They're gonna' take them to Yokohama General."

"Is he alive?"

"All Might has him, he's alive."

"Oh god…" The largest breath escaped from him as he was finally able to breathe. His legs were like jelly as they nearly gave way beneath him.

So why was Hizashi so upset?

"Chiyo, what aren't you telling me?"

"Just get here as fast as you can, your son is going to need his fathers."

Shouta nodded.


Nemuri had to drive them, Hizashi was in no state. Vlad and Nezu had come along too; it must have been a sight to see half the UA faculty burst into the hospital.

"Shouta!"

Mihoko.

He heard her footsteps run over before she wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Honey, they need to see Hitoshi."

Hajime's voice stated.

She sniffled.

"Look after him, please."

"We will."

"Guardians of Shinsou?"

"Yes, that's us." He answered.

"Could you come with me please?"

Hizashi's hand took his arm to guide him as they walked through the hospital.

"He's in here."

Despite being unsure of the room's layout, Shouta walked inside and reached out for the edge of the bed.

A soft hand moved it to land on the hard plastic of the frame.

"Chiyo?"

"I'm here, dear."

She sounded emotionally drained.

Tracing the bed he soon found Hitoshi's hand.

It was warm.

He almost crumbled there and then.

Taking it in his own he gave it a squeeze.

Hizashi guided him to the seats beside the bed and he shuffled it forward to be closer.

"I know something's wrong so please, just tell me." He stated.

"Somewhere in the fight, Hitoshi sustained a knife slash to his left eye. I managed to save it but I sadly can't perform miracles. We won't know until he wakes up what has become of the boy's sight in that eye, and the scarring is always going to be there. He will however no longer be in any pain from it."

Hearing Recovery Girl talk about Hitoshi's injury flared up pain in his own eye in sympathy.

"His depth perception and hand eye coordination are going to be severely affected and he could be prone to headaches more than he was previously."

Shouta's breath caught in his throat.

Toshi could be…

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he held his son's hand a little tighter.


Five agonising hours later and Hitoshi finally showed signs of waking up.

A groan could be heard.

"Toshi?"

The teen sluggishly blinked his eyes open, looking up at the ceiling before his composure crumbled away to dust and he began to sob.

Recovery Girl had been right.


Hizashi looked through the window of the room at their son.

Hitoshi was lying on his side on the bed in the same position he'd been in for hours.

"He's been through so much that he needs to know everything is going to be okay."

Shouta exhaled.

"I don't even know where to begin."

"I think you should be the one to talk to him."

He turned to his husband.

"What could I possibly say to make this better?"

"Right now, I think you're the most qualified person in the world." Hizashi sighed.


Shouta walked into the room, closing the door behind him to return it to the peaceful state it had been without the hustle and bustle of the hallway. He made his way over to the bed and took a seat on the edge of it.

"Kacchan is sleeping off Recovery Girl's treatment, he just needed a few stitches here and there and some food in him, looks like the League were a little frugal when it came to feeding you both. But other than that he's fine, he just needs some rest and then he'll be up and being Kacchan again in no time."

No response.

"When you were brought in they found the radio in your pocket, Hizashi's kept it safe for you so it didn't get broken. I won't say much because that's probably gonna' be a conversation he'll want to have with you himself, but he told me about the goodnight monologues and how he did them every night addressed solely to you. He said he wanted to talk to his son and I guess he did."

Shouta smiled.

And then…

"Can I still go to UA?" Toshi's incredibly small, weak, tired, shaking voice asked.

Shouta's heart nearly broke right then and there.

He turned on the bed and placed his hand on his son's back, rubbing it gently and reassuringly.

"You are no less of a person than you were before all this happened. Not because the League wanted you back, and not because of your eye. You are Hitoshi Shinsou of Class 1-A, you are Hizashi and I's son, you're Zuku and Kacchan's cousin, Inko, Mitsuki, and Masaru's nephew, and Mihoko and Hajime's child. You have friends who have been beside themselves at school this week barely able to think straight because of worrying about you and Kacchan, half the staff of UA are in the waiting room, and the country is calling you a hero for what you did to save Kacchan."

He took a breath.

"Having you gone made us realise even more just how fucking much we love you, Toshi. You're our kid and we're gonna' help you through this; you just have to let us. You've got a support system and there's no one who won't be there to help if you need them. You've done your part, you got Kacchan out of there with only minimal cuts and bruises, and your words to All Might helped turn the fight, now let us do ours."

Seconds later he felt the bed move before his arms were full of a sobbing Toshi. He gently wrapped them around the boy and held him close.

"I've got you, Toshi. I've got you. Everything's going to be okay, I promise."