Heyo! How is everybody~? Good good I hope!
I've been absolutely swamped with the burden that is real life, as I'm sure many of you can relate to—so the updates on all of my stories have been at a stand-still for some time now.
If you like what you've been reading then a big THANK YOU for bearing with me and waiting patiently for updates. Though I don't mind if you spam the comments with requests for the story to be updated! Like I've always said: "Any comment is a good comment!"
(And by all means please feel free to give suggestions/make requests for the themes of future chapters!)
And so, here we go with the continuation of Hizashi and Aizawa's story~~
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That One Time Hizashi Definitely Didn't Forget Their Anniversary...
One bright and sunny day, in the apartment of our favorite pro heroes...
"I'm saying, I don't understand why you're so upset at me!" Hizashi exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"You don't understand." Aizawa deadpanned, staring down his lover with the look that always made his 1-A class quake in their boots. "You seriously have no clue."
"Shouta." Hizashi huffed, settling his hands on his hips with a shake of his head. "I'm not psychic. How am I supposed to know what's wrong if you don't tell me?"
"You'd think that after being together for so long, there would be some things that you'd pick up onon your own. And some things that you should just remember." Aizawa bit out through clenched teeth. His hands were balled up into fists by his side, barely restraining the urge to leap forward and strangle Hizashi's slim neck—exposed only because it wasn't covered by the giant speaker that he always wore with his hero gear.
Hizashi clearly didn't pick up on just how distressed Aizawa was, and merely paced around the small genkan of their apartment with a few shrugs of his shoulders. "Oh come on, I remember the important things and that's all that matters~ I have so much to remember between school, hero work, and my DJ work...I'll just leave the rest of the remembering to you~!"
Hizashi laughed loudly and offered his lover a completely unapologetic grin.
That was the last straw.
Aizawa's brow twitched and he reached past his lover to wrench open the front door. "ARRGH, FINE. If that's the way you want to have it!" He exclaimed angrily, shoving Hizashi's chest and forcing him out into the hallway before slamming the door shut in the blonde's astounded face.
"Wai- Shouta! I'm telling you I don't know what I did!" Hizashi protested, finally realizing that Aizawa was seriously distressed over something that he had apparently done. Or...not done? The blonde immediately lunged forward and began banging his fists against the wooden door as he yelled from the hallway.
"Shouta! Lemme back in! Just tell me what's wrong, I'm sorry!"
"You're not coming back in here until you realize what you did wrong! Maybe you should think back to this morning! Figure it out yourself!" Aizawa yelled back, apparently not willing to let his lover back in so easily.
"Hey~ What is that supposed to mean?!" Hizashi called back through the door, still pounding his fists against the wood. He was most definitely disrupting their neighbors, but at this point he didn't care. All that mattered to him was figuring out why in the world Aizawa was so cross at him, and then doing everything he could to win back his lover's favor.
"Shooouta~" Hizashi whined. He waited for an answer, but none came.
"Baby, please~ Just tell me what's wrong and I'll apologize!" The blonde pleaded, his voice dying down painfully as he rested his forehead against the cool wood of the door before sinking down to the floor.
Hizashi pressed his ear up to the door, listening for any sign that his lover was even still within ear-shot.
"...Shouta...?"
He heard some rustling, followed by a thump that rattled the door he was leaning against. He surmised that Aizawa must have sat down and leaned back against the door.
"...You seriously don't know what today is...?" Aizawa's usually gruff voice sounded oddly subdued and hurt as it carried from inside the apartment. "Even after I reminded you again when you forgot this morning..."
"This morning...?" Hizashi repeated carefully, immediately wracking his brain for what had happened earlier that day...
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1:00 PM, earlier that day…
"Hey Shoutaaa~ Can you take a look at this for me, please?" Hizashi sing-songed loudly, waving a few sheets of paper as he strode across the teacher's lounge over to where his lover lay, curled up in his favorite yellow sleeping bag.
"Shoutaaaa~" The blonde called again when Aizawa failed to respond. "Hey, hey, hey! I know you're not asleep!"
Aizawa growled in annoyance and pulled the hood of the sleeping bag lower over his face. "Leave me alone."
Hizashi frowned and squatted down, pulling the hood away to reveal his lover's scrubby, disheveled face. "C'mon Shouta, school is out after next period—what's wrong?"
"I'm tired."
"I can see that, but you're always tired. Why are you being so grumpy?"
"Cause I didn't sleep much last night."
Hizashi scrunched his nose up. "How come? You usually always fall asleep quickly after we have a couple rounds of hot se—mmpf!"
Aizawa's hair stood on end as he eyes shone an angry red as he immediately darted forward and slapped a hand over Hizashi's clueless mouth. "You idiot! Where the fuck do you think we are?!"
Hizashi laughed easily and gently removed Aizawa's hand from over top his mouth, holding it in his own before giving it a loving kiss. "Oh, don't worry so much, Shouta~ This is the teacher's lounge, and we're the only ones here! You just need to relax some more."
Aizawa jerked his hand back with a scowl. "Idiot..."
"Now, now~" Hizashi cooed in amusement, staring down his lover's glare easily.
"What did you want me to look at..." Aizawa huffed finally, giving into Hizashi's whims as he held his hand open for the papers.
"Oh, it was just this thing right here..."
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Hizashi sighed and shook his head. "We were at school all morning, Shouta...Nothing happened."
"Then think harder." Aizawa snapped back.
"Oh come on, give me a hint~"
"No."
"Please?"
Aizawa sighed. "It was right after school when we were leaving to go home."
"When we were leaving...?" Hizashi repeated with a furrow of his brows. "We packed up our stuff and left the school around 3:00..."
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Earlier that day, around 3:00...
"Alriiiight~! Nothing beats going home!" Hizashi sing-songed and hummed a happy tune as he began to pack up what little teaching stuff he had left sitting on his desk in front of him. He glanced outside the door to the teacher's lounge and out to the noisy hallways. Kids were bustling all about, making all sorts of racket as they too grabbed their belongings and began to head home.
Hizashi turned his attention back to his bag and had just placed the last item in it's proper compartment when he heard a knock on the doorframe.
"Oi. You almost done there?"
Hizashi glanced up in surprise at the monotone voice before his lips stretched into a grin.
"Why Eraser, were you waiting to walk me home~?"
"Tsk." Aizawa clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned his gaze up to the ceiling, one hand holding a worn bag on his shoulder. "I wasn't. I was just wondering if you were gonna doddle around here all day long."
"I dunno, maaaaaaybeeee~?" Hizashi drew his syllables out playfully as he looked around the room in feigned innocence. "Unless...Oh, I don't know...maybe someone was waiting for me to do something with them~?"
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the flirtatious wriggle of eyebrows that Hizashi threw at him, and mumbled in annoyance under his breath. "It's Monday, Mic—did you forget that?"
"Hm? Monday?" Hizashi questioned cluelessly, cocking his head to the side in thought. "Monday, what?"
Aizawa frowned and watched as Hizashi grabbed the bag that he had just snapped shut and strode towards him.
"What's the deal about today?"
"You don't remember that we agreed to have dinner tonight?"
"Oh...of course I do..." Hizashi replied somewhat slowly.
"You forgot." Aizawa deadpanned with a sigh.
"Of course not, Shouta~ I was just pulling your leg!" Hizashi immediately teased, grinning broadly at his lover's less than amused face.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes again before he shrugged and turned to walk out the door, Hizashi in his wake.
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"We agreed to have dinner, Shouta!" Hizashi called helplessly. "I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yes, we agreed to have dinner." Aizawa replied evenly. "But you obviously don't even remember the significance of it—hence why you are currently stranded in the hallway, and hence where you will remain until you've remembered and shown appropriate remorse for forgetting."
Hizashi gulped and attempted a nervous chuckle. "Ya'know Shota, usually when a wife is mad at her husband she just makes him sleep on the couch—she doesn't strand him outside in the cold hallway...where there are mice, and...bugs."
The blonde tried to fight the repulsive shudder that ran up his spine at the mere whisper of the name, but he was really trying to score some kind of sympathy points from his lover right now.
Hizashi heard Aizawa sigh deeply from inside, and knew that it had gotten some kind of reaction out of him.
Here it is, he's gonna let me back in for sure now~! Hizashi praised in his head, hearing the tell-tale signs of Aizawa standing up from his place on the ground.
"Well if you don't want to spend the night with the bugs..." Aizawa started, then paused briefly. "I suggest you start thinking relatively fast."
"S-Shouta...!" Hizashi all but sobbed, and now he really wasn't trying to put on an act. Just the thought of laying on the ground and seeing something crawling on the ground next to his face... "Agh!" He fought back another shudder and pulled at the roots of his straightened blonde hair. Think Zashi, think!
What kind of important event could I possibly be forgetting..? Shouta's birthday? No, that's not till next month...Um, my birthday is the month after his...The anniversary of the day we became pro heroes was last month...
Hizashi's golden brows furrowed down towards his emerald green eyes.
What else i— A sudden realization dawned on him and he closed his eyes shamefully. "Oh fuck."
He held his head in his hands.
"Today is our anniversary..."
A quiet sigh sounded from inside the apartment, and Hizashi's chest clenched in guilt. "So you really did forget, huh..." Aizawa mumbled, and Hizashi could only imagine the face that he was making.
"S-shouta, baby. I'm so, so, so sorry." Hizashi apologized painfully, standing and placing both of his palms on the door in front of him as he rested his head on it again. "Please let me back in, baby. I'll make it up to you—promise."
Another shuffle came from inside, and Hizashi heard Aizawa give a grunt as the door rattled. Hizashi held his breath and finally heard the lock click.
Meekly, he reached a hand forwards and turned the knob—preparing for the worst to face his lover. He took a breath and gave a gentle pull, fully preparing to— "Huh?" Hizashi stopped and pulled the knob again. The problem was, the door wouldn't open.
"U-Um, Shouta darling~? I don't think you properly unlocked the door—I still can't seem to get in~" Hizashi laughed nervously, rattling the doorknob a bit for effect.
He paused for a moment as he heard more shuffling from inside.
"If you think you're gonna get back in with just that half-assed apology, then you've got another thing comin'." Aizawa bit back angrily—though he sounded far more tired than he did when he was yelling before. "Take some time and reflect on your actions."
Aizawa's voice started to fade and Hizashi knew that he was heading further into the apartment—most likely to curl up with his cat in their bedroom and watch TV. Or just sleep.
"W-wait! Shouta, please!"
Unfortunately, his plea appeared to fall on deaf ears.
Hizashi knew that he was wasting his breath and slumped down to the floor once again, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face underneath his arms. He knew that Aizawa would let him back in eventually, but it was going to take a LOT of apologizing before Aizawa would actually forgive him.
"How could I forget our anniversary of all things...?" Hizashi mumbled self-deprecatingly. He frowned and shook his head. "That just doesn't seem like me..."
He kept his face down against his knees as he tried to find an impossible solution to his dilemma, and didn't even register the sound of footsteps approaching in front of them until a gently voice spoke up.
"Excuse me young man, are you alright?"
Hizashi jerked his head up in surprise and was met by the kind, grandmotherly face of the woman that lived in the apartment next to his and Aizawa's.
"Oh, Ms. Lynn..."
Lynn was a kind old soul, probably somewhere in her mid-sixties. She had lived in the same apartment for as long as Hizashi had known her—and she always had a soft spot for the two of them that lived next to her.
"Oh you poor boy, you look awful. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?" The older woman bent down and brushed a weathered thumb against Hizashi's cheek—brushing away the tear that he hadn't even realized was there.
"Oh...y-yeah..." Hizashi mumbled, hastily scrubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hand while Lynn looked down at him with sympathizing eyes. Hizashi thought it remarkable that even when Lynn figured out that he and Aizawa were dating—(and that Hizashi wasn't just a 'guy friend' that hung out at Aizawa's place all the time like Aizawa had initially told her) she hadn't bat an eyelash, and instead remarked on how good of a couple that they made.
"I'm not sure what the two of you argued about..." Lynn began, clasping one of Hizashi's smooth hands into her own wrinkled one. "But you two will be just fine, okay? I know that you two love each other very much, so just hang in there alright?"
Hizashi offered the old woman a grateful smile as she stood up. "Oh, and take these—you can give one to Aizawa-kun when he lets you back into the house." Lynn teased with a bit of mirth in her eyes, reaching into her bag and handing Hizashi two melon pan, each wrapped in cellophane.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Lynn."
Lynn smiled gently and waved as she slowly strode back to her own apartment door and entered it, once again leaving Hizashi alone to his thoughts in the cold, bug-ridden hallway.
He stared at the packaged bread in his lap and absently fiddled with the corner of the wrapper as he wracked his brain for a logical explanation of how he had even forgotten their anniversary in the first place.
"Jeez, I know that I don't have a mind like a steel trap—but even I would never forget something as important as the day that I promised myself to be there always for the one I love..." Hizashi frowned. "Unless..."
Hizashi looked at the melon pan again in surprise. "Wait a minute—I remember now!" He lept up anxiously and started to pound on the door for all it was worth.
"Shouta! Shouta! Let me in! There's something I need to tell you!" He yelled loudly between bangs on the door. "Shouta!"
He paused for a moment. "Shouta, I know you can hear me! Let me in before I use my quirk!"
Hizashi paused once more to give Aizawa a chance to open the door. Oh well, you're the one that forced me to this. Sorry Ms. Lynn...
The blonde hunched over and sucked in as much air as he could into his lungs before he threw his head back, opened his mouth, and— BANG! Just as Hizashi was about to release his quirk and scream, the door to his and Aizawa's apartment flung open and Aizawa stood in the doorway, hair flown up on edge and eyes glowing a wild red.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." Aizawa hissed, glaring angrily into the emerald eyes of his lover. He waited a moment, releasing Hizashi from his hold only after the blonde frantically nodded his head in understanding that if he were to make one peep, he would be dead.
"I'm sorry Shouta, but you wouldn't listen to me." Hizashi panted, holding his throat gingerly.
"I'm done listening to you for the night." Aizawa returned monotonously, turning back into the apartment.
"Shouta, wait!" Hizashi pleaded, finally barging his way through the crack of the closing door and standing resolutely in the genkan, arms crossed firmly.
"I don't remember accepting your apology and letting you back in here." Aizawa growled angrily. Now up close, Hizashi could see that his lover's characteristically blood-shot eyes were even more red-rimmed than usual. A quick whiff and Hizashi could smell the alcohol in the air as well. Aizawa crossed his arms and turned his head away stubbornly.
"Shouta, baby. Please listen to me~" Hizashi pleaded softly, reaching a tentative hand forward to brush away the tear slipping down Aizawa's scruffy cheek. "I'll never, ever be able to forgive myself for making you cry like this."
Aizawa flinched at the touch and tried to push his lover away, but Hizashi was faster and quickly pulled Aizawa into his arms in a loving but firm embrace.
"Let..Let me go!" Aizawa struggled against the hold, but his emotionally state combined with the alcohol that he consumed made him weaker than usual—and Hizashi was able to keep his arms wrapped firmly around Aizawa's form.
"I know you don't want to listen to excuses, but you have to know this. I would never, EVER forget the day that I pledged myself to love you and you I for the rest of our lives." Hizashi began slowly, his voice thick with emotion.
"Oh really?" Aizawa snapped with a bitter laugh. "Then explain to me just how you happened to forget today."
"I didn't." Hizashi replied bluntly.
"The fuck you did!" Aizawa roared, re-doubling his efforts to escape his confines.
"W-wait, Shouta stop! Ow!"
"Leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you!"
"Well too bad, cause we need to talk!" Hizashi quickly kicked out Aizawa's feet from under him, and they both toppled to the ground in an unelegant heap. Before Aizawa could regain his bearings and get up, Hizashi quickly straddled his lover and caged his wrists up above his head—effectively pinning Aizawa on his back to the floor.
"Let me go." Aizawa hissed quietly, turning his head to keep from having to stare up at his lover's face.
"Listen—I know this is gonna sound like a long shot, but you have to believe me." Hizashi began firmly. "I didn't forget that today was our anniversary—my memories were stolen so I actually had no memorythat today was supposed to be our anniversary!"
Aizawa finally turned his head to give Hizashi his best "Are-you-fucking-serious,-that-was-honestly-the-best-excuse-you-could-come-up-with?-cause-you're-shit-if-you-believe-that-I'm-actually-gonna-buy-that." look. It was a look solely reserved for students that really tried to test his patience at times—like Bakugo.
"Shouta, please, I wasn't done." Hizashi huffed. "A few days ago on Friday, when I was heading back home from work after I finished my radio show, I had stopped at that little convenience store about a block from here to pick up a snack to eat while I walked the rest of the way here." The blonde paused and made sure that Aizawa was paying attention before he continued.
"A few minutes after I had gotten there and was getting ready to pay, a few villains invaded the store and tried to rob it. Now naturally even though it was three against one, I easily subdued two of them. But when I went to get the third guy, he was holding the cashier hostage—a young lady. Real chivalrous, right? Anyways, I knew I couldn't use my quirk cause otherwise I could've hurt the girl—so I was kinda at a loss what to do. The guy took advantage of the moment that I hesitated though, and shot me with his quirk—some ray of light that came from his hand and shot into my eyes." Hizashi paused once again and took a deep gulp of air. "After that I must've passed out—cause the next thing I know I'm on the floor at the police are there! Thankfully they caught that third guy and made sure that the cashier was unharmed. I got up and didn't feel anything physically wrong, so I assumed that I was fine! And I went straight home after that, when I told you that I was late coming back." The blonde explained, finally releasing his hold on Aizawa's wrist and instead gesturing around emphatically.
"So anyways, I've felt fine all weekend so I assumed that nothing happened! It was only until this whole ordeal about me forgetting our anniversary that I finally figured that something happened." Hizashi finally finished, resting back on his heels and staring dow intently at Aizawa—who's face was contorted into a deep frown that indicated he was in deep analysis mode.
"Ok, but if that really was the case—and you really did somehow forget the date of our anniversary—how did you all of a sudden remember?" Aizawa questioned logically, and Hizashi was relieved that he seemed to be taking it relatively well.
"Oh—that!" Hizashi exclaimed suddenly, looking around on the floor behind himself and catching sight of the two carelessly discarded melon pan—still in perfect packaging. "These guys!" He exclaimed, holding the bread up for Aizawa to see.
"Melon...pan? How in the world would melon pan make you remember our anniversary date...?" Aizawa asked in exhaustion.
"Well, it didn't. Not directly anyways!" Hizashi explained quickly when he saw that agitated look that had begun to situate itself in Aizawa's face once again. "That night on Friday I had been about to buy melon pan at the convenience store when the villains came in. Since I had gotten knocked unconscious before defeating the villain, I woke up and had forgotten what I had even been doing there in the first place before I started fighting the villains. It was only until just earlier—when Ms. Lynn gave me this melon pan—that I realized that I had never gotten melon pan on Friday night when I got back from work! And when I tried to remember why I hadn't gotten it—all my memories of that night rushed back! Including the memories of our anniversary date!" Hizashi gushed rapidly, panting out of breath and looking down at his lover expectantly when he had finally finished his rant.
Aizawa's eyes were bulged open, and his expression portrayed the absolute bewilderment that he felt. "That...is the craziest story that I've ever heard..." He mumbled slowly, rubbing his hands over his face and shaking his head. "What's worse is that it's so crazy that I can't even begin to think that you could've made it up on your own, so I have no choice but to believe you..."
"See! I told you I didn't forget, Shouta!" Hizashi exclaimed tearfully, ignoring Aizawa's backhanded analysis and instead pulling him up into a sitting position. "I know that I caused you a lot of pain today—and even if you do come to forgive me for it, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for it. So I'm not asking you to forgive me just yet, but please don't hate me Shouta!" The blonde sobbed, finally burying his face into Aizawa's shoulder and letting tears of both regret and relief spill from his eyes.
"You idiot, Hizashi..." Aizawa murmured, wrapping his arms around Hizashi's lean frame and stroking his back gently. "How could I ever hate you...Of course I forgive you..."
Hizashi sniffed a few more times before pulling back to glance watery green orbs down to dark brown ones. "Y-you really forgive me?"
Aizawa sighed gently and reached up to swipe away a few lingering tears on his lover's pale cheeks. "Yes Zashi, I forgive you. And...I'm sorry too. I should learn to control my temper and not be so quick to kick you out."
Hizashi chuckled and rubbed at his red-rimmed eyes. "Yeah, I definitely think you need to work on that—I don't like being stuck in the hallway with all of...those things." He shuddered even without saying the name, and it drew a short chuckle from Aizawa who had already begun to move Hizashi off of his lap so that he could stand up.
"Well, what should we do now?" He asked, offering a hand to pull Hizashi from up off of the floor. "It's already 10 o'clock so we've by far missed our dinner reservation—we've been at school all day and fighting the rest so it's not like we have anything prepared here...No fancy food on the stove, or champagne chilling in an ice bucket..."
"No candle-lit dinner setting or romantic music on the stereo..." Hizashi sighed wistfully.
"All we have is— "
"Melon pan." Hizashi finished somberly, gazing at the packaged bread with a sigh. "I remember now—when I went to buy this on Friday I was thinking about what kind of elegant restaurant I should reserve for the two of us...what kind of flowers I was gonna get you from the florist..." He sighed regretfully.
"Well, it's not like every anniversary can be perfect." Aizawa shrugged, reaching for one of the melon pan. "What matters is that we've been a part of each other's lives for yet another year..."
Aizawa tore open the package to his melon pan and gestured for Hizashi to do the same. Once the blonde had done so, Aizawa raised his bread up—as if it were a flute of champagne and he was calling for a toast.
"With this honorary piece of melon pan, I would like to commemorate the year of our 11th anniv—"
"12th!" Hizashi quickly corrected.
"No, I'm pretty sure—"
"Nope! Trust me, Shouta—it's been 12 years. I could never forget that day."
"Except for today. When you...forgot that day."
"No, no, no—I didn't forget—"
"You just...forgot?"
"No! I just couldn't remember!"
"Because you forgot."
"NO, because my memories were STOLEN. Big difference."
"Uh-huh..." Aizawa drawled lazily, quirking a brow.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter now. Like you said—what matters it that we're together!" Hizashi exclaimed brightly, nodding his head happily.
"Yeah, I guess." Aizawa smirked and raised his piece of melon pan again. "Anyways, where was I? Blah blah blah...12th anniversary...And may this melon pan forever be a reminder of the love that we share..."
"Awe, Shouta~! That's so swee—"
"As well as a constant reminder of the year that Hizashi forgot our anniversary."
"SHOUTA!"
Aizawa smirked and moved closer to Hizashi, linking their arms together.
"What are you..?" Hizashi asked in confusion.
"C'mon, let's do it like newlyweds~ Y'know—they link their arms and each take a bite?" Aizawa explained with a grin.
"You're embarrassing, Shouta..." Hizashi grumbled, cheeks tinged red.
"Aw, c'mon now. Cheers~"
They both bit a piece of their melon pan, and Aizawa smirked in enjoyment while Hizashi remained embarrassed.
"Hey Zashi."
"What?"
"I love you~" Aizawa whispered, sealing the declaration with a press of his lips onto his lover's.
"I love you too, Shouta~ For now, and forever..."
And so ends the story of how Hizashi came to have a very complicated relationship with melon pan—and how he most definitely didn't ever forget his and Aizawa's anniversary, ever again...