(A/N) Ooookay! Finally! The fluff! Kinda. This is still Shinso pov, so expect angst. My poor child.
Hagakure stopped him from walking home after school. "Hey! You seemed super tired today, and since you don't have a phone or anything, Mom decided she could drive you home to grab your bag and ask your parents, then drive both of us to my house!"
Hitoshi could tell the blood was starting to soak straight through the bandages, and he didn't want to accidentally ruin their car, but he was really tired, and really didn't want to walk, so he agreed.
It'd be a good time to get a feel for what he'd have to expect from Hagakure's mother.
"Oh! That's her car now!" Hagakure said cheerfully, waving her arm in the air.
An iridescent red car pulled up to where they were standing, and the passenger window rolled down. "Hey mirror, this your friend?"
"Yeah! Mom, meet Hitoshi Shinso! Hitoshi, meet my mom! She's super nice, so don't worry about that!"
Hitoshi just nodded, letting Hagakure get into the car before sliding into the back next to her.
"So, did you two have a nice day at school?" Hagakure's mother asked, grinning back at them for a moment before facing the road again.
"Yeah!" Hagakure said excitedly. "Hitoshi, write your address on this!"
She handed him a pad of paper, so Hitoshi put his address down in the neatest handwriting he could manage at the moment.
"Oh good, I was getting worried no one would ever give me directions and I'd drive in circles forever!" Hagakure's mom said, sounding rather dramatic.
"Yeah yeah mom," Hagakure said, laughing. "Here you go, here's the address so we don't drive around in circles for all eternity."
A few minutes later, they reached his house. "I can go in with you if you want," Hagakure said out of nowhere.
Hitoshi blinked at her. Why did she want to go in with him?
"I can convince your foster parents while you pack!" She chirped. "Come on! Let's go! We'll be right back out Mom!"
"Have fun sweetie."
So here Hitoshi was, walking up to his foster parent's house while Hagakure walked beside him, fiddling with her phone. She stuck it in her front pocket, and Hitoshi was struck with how small female pockets were. He'd heard complaints about it before, but that was just ridiculous. Most of the phone stuck out of the pocket.
She knocked on the door, and his foster mother opened the door harshly. Hitoshi barely repressed a flinch, freezing in place. Hagakure's hand slipped into his, and she squeezed gently.
Hitoshi tried to use that to keep himself grounded. He couldn't afford to be distracted.
"Hi! I'm Hagakure Toru, and I'm one of Hitoshi's friends! I was wondering if he could come over to my house for a sleepover tonight!"
His foster mother scoffed. "Sure, why would I care. You can have him as your problem for a while."
Hagakure flashed a quick smile at her. Hitoshi frowned, it was rather fake, especially compared to her usual ones. He didn't like it.
She pulled him by his hand into the house, tugging him into his room when he pointed it out. "So, we'll probably want at least two pairs of PJ's, cause you never know when accidents might happen, and if we cook and we all end up covered in flour, having extra clothes to be in will be good. And an outfit for tomorrow! Probably good it's the weekend tomorrow! So maybe two, just in case you stay an extra day!"
Hitoshi blinked as she briefly opened each of his drawers, locating his pants and poking at them.
"Do you not have PJ's?" Hagakure sounded scandalized, and Hitoshi shrugged. He'd always just slept in worn clothes. She gasped, a hand on her chest. "This is an abomination. Anyway, pick out what you need I guess. I'm gonna stand over here!"
She moved to stand next to his bed for reasons Hitoshi didn't quite understand. He shrugged and pulled out three pairs of his preferred pants, worn jeans that were rather soft and easy to move around in. Three shirts followed them, two larger than the third. He preferred sleeping in big shirts. They were nice to try and hide in. He hadn't actually fit entirely inside a shirt in years, but the sentiment was still there.
He took out the needed underpants, tucking them under the shirts. He located the backpack he usually used for his stuff when he moved foster homes, stuffing the clothing inside.
"I'll go chat with your foster mom for a moment, and you can grab your toiletries! How's that?"
Hitoshi didn't really want her to leave him, but he didn't want to seem too needy or anything, so he just nodded, following her out, and splitting off to grab what he needed.
He grabbed it quickly, heading for the living room. Hagakure had the same insincere smile on, and was chatting somewhat cheerily with the woman.
"Hitoshi," his foster mother said with an icy tone. "You almost forgot something."
Hitoshi's stomach dropped to his feet. Of course. Had to have the muzzle, ensure the parents of the host family felt comfortable. He just nodded.
"It's on the counter in the kitchen," she said primly. To Hagakure she said, "keep him as long as you like. As long as he's back Sunday night. Got to be there for school after all!"
Hagakure nodded, and Hitoshi quickly ducked into the kitchen, staring at the muzzle sitting somewhat innocently on the counter. He swallowed back bile and grabbed it, stuffing it deep into the backpack. He hoped he wouldn't need it. He shut the backpack, and hurried out into the main room. Hagakure was waiting by the door and he walked quickly over to her, head tucked down against his chest.
She beamed at him, a real smile this time, and something in Hitoshi's chest loosened just slightly. He was getting out just for a little while. Even if Hagakure's mom decided he needed to be muzzled for their safety, he'd manage, because he'd have his friends with him. Yeah. Friends sounded nice.
They slid into the car, and Hagakure draped herself dramatically over the back of her mother's seat. "Moooom, Hitoshi doesn't have any PJ's! This is a catastrophe, and a wrong that must be righted! You gotta agree."
Her mother giggled. "Is that so Hagakure? Well, I suppose you did say you needed new PJ's a little while ago, and I need to pick up some more salt and sugar this evening, I can grab that too. When your father gets back."
"YES! You're the best mom!" Hagakure cheered, sitting back in her seat. "Thank you mom!"
Hitoshi was officially confused. What just happened? They were doing what? And why was him not having official PJ's such a dramatic event? Most foster kids he knew didn't have official PJ's.
Yaoyorozu and Ojiro were waiting in front of the house when they drove up, and Hitoshi swallowed down his guilt at making them wait because of him.
"Momo! Mash! How long've you guys been waiting!" Hagakure asked, bouncing out of the car.
"Not long," Yaoyorozu said, adjusting the backpack she held. "I've been here a bit longer than Mash, you just missed his mom. She disappeared around that corner just as you appeared."
"Whoops! Oh well. Mom! Onward!"
Hagakure's mom chuckled, coming over and fishing her keys out of her purse. "Of course. Can't get into the house without me of course."
"I can and will climb in the windows," Hagakure told her seriously. "And you can fight me on it."
Hagakure's mom snorted. "Of course dear."
Hitoshi blinked. She'd just...threatened her mom? Kind of? Hitoshi was confused. What was going on?
Hagakure's mom opened the door, entering the house and flicking on the lights. "I'm sure Hagakure can brief you on the rules, it's pretty simple, no food on carpeted areas, clean up after yourself, and if you don't feel well, tell me right away preferably. Oh and leave the door open. Otherwise just basic etiquette will do."
Hitoshi nodded. Those rules made sense. He wondered if they were supposed to be different for him, as it usually was. Selfishly, he didn't ask. He didn't mention the muzzle deep in his bag either, although he knew he should. He'd better not talk though, just to be safe.
"My room's this one," Hagakure said, pointing off to her left. "The bathroom's right across the hall, kitchen's through there, and those two doors are my parent's and brother's rooms." She kicked open the door to her room. "Behold! I have a pull out bed underneath mine, so if one of you wants to sleep on the top bunk, we can probably manage to fit two of us on either the bottom bunk or the pull out bed. They're pretty big."
"I can share with you," Yaoyorozu volunteered. "I've never shared a bed before."
"Oh it's loads of fun!" Hagakure assured her. "Boys! Who wants the top and who wants the bottom?"
Hitoshi honestly didn't care, he wasn't a particularly odd sleeper, so it didn't really matter to him.
Ojiro glanced at him. "Can I take the bottom? I need to sleep on my side because of my tail and it's more comfortable with more room."
Hitoshi nodded. He didn't mind.
"Awesome! I'll have to get extra blankets and pillows for the bottom, and maybe an extra blanket for the top, because I haven't used them in a while. And it gets pretty cold in here at night."
"I'll help," Ojiro offered immediately.
"Nah, I got it! You don't know where they are anyway! Besides you should probably help pull out the bottom bed, it gets kind of stuck, and, well, it's really hard to pull out. I can carry a few blankets on my own." Hagakure paused. "Any of you want weighted blankets? I have one on my bed, although I think it's 20 pounds so if you want a lighter one Momo, I can grab one."
Hitoshi tilted his head in confusion. What was a weighted blanket? Why would you put weights in a blanket?
Hagakure glanced at him. "Do you not know what a weighted blanket is?"
Hitoshi shook his head.
Hagakure, if possible, looked even more offended then when he'd said he didn't have official PJ's. "So it's a blanket with these little beads inside that give it weight, and it helps a lot of people sleep! Mine is the coral pink blanket with the squares." She gestured to the blanket in question. She made a shooing motion at him, and Hitoshi took a cautious step toward the bed. "Get on the bed!"
She pulled back the blanket, grunting slightly, and all but pushed him down onto where the blanket had been. "So admittedly mine's pretty heavy, cause that's just how I like it, so tell me if it's too heavy!"
Hitoshi just lay there, not entirely sure how he'd gotten there, as Hagakure carefully dropped the blanket down onto him, covering up to his shoulders.
He had to admit he could see why they would help someone fall asleep. The pressure on all of his limbs felt really nice, and he wondered if he'd be able to fall asleep under it even with a muzzle on. Probably not, but whatever.
"Too heavy?" Hagakure fretted, gloved hands hovering somewhat anxiously near the edge of the blanket closest to her.
Hitoshi figured she'd require an answer, so he thought about it for a while. No, it didn't really feel too heavy right now, although it might if he had it on for extended periods of time. So he nodded.
"Cool, uh, way too heavy, or just a little bit too heavy?"
Hitoshi worked his hand out from under the blanket with more difficulty then he would like to admit. He put his index finger and thumb close together in a 'little bit' sign. It didn't actually mean little bit in sign language, but Hagakure got what it meant.
"We'll try the 15 pounder then," Hagakure decided. "So, are you good there or do you want to get out."
"Leave him there," Ojiro said immediately. "He seems happier than usual."
"Hitoshi?" Hagakure asked him, probably tilting her head based on the motion of the clip on earrings she was wearing.
Hitoshi shrugged. He didn't really care either way, but he didn't want to inconvenience her.
"I'll take that to mean I should leave it on for now. I'll be back in a bit! Mash, Momo, did you guys want a weighted blanket? Trust me we have plenty."
Yaoyorozu hummed, nibbling on her lip. "I'll try yours, if you don't mind. I don't have one at home, although I have considered asking for one in the past."
"I'll try just a 10 one, if you don't mind," Ojiro said, tail flicking slowly side to side behind him.
Hagakure nodded cheerfully, based on the movement of her headband. "I'll be right back then!" She disappeared, and they were left standing around, well, Hitoshi was laying down while they stood.
(A/N) There is no good place to end anything.