(A/N) Fluff! For most of it. It's the kind of fluff I've come to expect from Hitoshi.
Hitoshi remembered his leg right in time for Hagakure to get back. It was with no little amount of panic he remembered that the blood had soaked through the bandages a little while ago. He really hoped he could swap out of his UA uniform before it got to the pants.
"You guys can totally go change out of the uniform if you want to," Hagakure said quickly as she entered the room, her arms full of blankets. "Hitoshi, do you sleep warm or cold?"
Hitoshi assumed she meant whether he wanted more blankets or less, so he just shrugged, wriggling out his arm to make a half hearted half sign for cold.
"Can you just say it?" Hagakure asked sheepishly.
Hitoshi glanced at the door. He didn't see Hagakure's mom anywhere, and it was just them in here, and she really couldn't tell, maybe he could. He really should. "C-cold." His voice was raspy from disuse.
"So, more blankets?" She checked.
Hitoshi nodded. Back into yes or no territory, he could manage this.
"Oh! You probably want to change out of your uniform!" Hagakure dumped the blankets on the ground, hurrying over to pull the blanket off. "You guys can take turns, I can go after. I'm bad at deciding what to wear honestly!"
"You go first Hitoshi," Yaoyorozu encouraged when he glanced at them. "I'm good in my uniform for a while longer." Ojiro nodded agreement, so Hitoshi ducked out of the room, taking his bag with him.
He closed the bathroom door behind him, quickly pulling off the pants and checking the left pant leg over for blood. There was some, on the back of the lower left leg. He really hoped he could convince it to wash out. He'd have to do something.
He folded the pants neatly, sliding them into his backpack as he pulled out his usual casual clothes, faded jeans and a cat graphic t-shirt old enough the graphic itself was barely visible. He arranged the pants of his uniform best he could to hide the muzzle, unwilling to even look at the blasted thing.
He swallowed, setting his casual clothes aside in favor of taking a better look at his leg. It didn't look great, a few of the cuts were deeper then he was probably comfortable with, although more were shallow, and mostly scabbed over.
He'd have to try and avoid walking or anything too stressful on his leg, although it didn't seem like that would be possible.
Someone knocked on the door and Hitoshi's throat closed up in panic.
"Uh, Hitoshi? I'm going to leave these right outside the door." Yaoyorozu. It was just Yaoyorozu. She didn't offer any more explanation, but he heard her walking away.
He gave himself a moment to calm down, then approached the door cautiously, opening it just a crack and coming face to face with a roll of bandages. Thick ones, they'd probably work pretty well to protect the injury.
There was also a bottle of something, and some cotton balls, although he didn't know what they were for.
He pulled the things inside, just barely catching a flash of Yaoyorozu looking relieved. He scanned the bottle, then found a label on the bottom. Makeup remover? Why did they have makeup remover? Ah. Right, they knew about the scar on his face.
It couldn't be all that bad to take it off, right? He could always put it back on if Hagakure's mom had an issue with it. And the makeup sort of hurt in the injury, so it was probably best to take it off anyway.
He cleaned it off as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to pick at the barely healing edges of the scar, or injury he supposed. Couldn't pick at it, not now.
He didn't want to keep anyone else from changing, so he packed the remaining cotton balls and makeup remover into his bag. He could see some right there, so he assumed it wasn't for this bathroom. He would give it back if it was asked about. Yeah, that'd work. He'd used all the bandages, and just hoped they wouldn't ask.
He left, ducking into the room, setting his bag in a corner in the hopes he could ignore it the entire time and not have to think about the muzzle stored deep in the backpack.
"Hitoshi!" Hagakure chirped. "We were thinking of making like, some pretzels, because Momo's never had homemade soft pretzels, and she's got to try them. We should have most of the ingredients, and any we don't have Mom can grab from the store when Dad gets here in like half an hour."
Hitoshi decided to just go along with it. Anything to get away from his bag and the muzzle. It'd be safer in the kitchen. He nodded his agreement.
"Yay! I'll go check if we have all the ingredients, so you guys can change real quick!" Hagakure presumably grinned at them, then bounced out of the room. "Oh! And Mash, can you pull out the bottom bed?"
Ojiro scanned the bed, and Hitoshi did as well, quickly spotting what she must mean. There was what looked a bit like a drawer underneath the bedframe, and he crossed to pull gently on the drawer thing. It didn't move.
Ojiro grabbed a section too, pulling harder. "This thing is heavy, Momo can you help?"
Yaoyorozu nodded, grabbing the final bit, and pulling. Hitoshi pulled harder, backing up slowly as the bed slid out from under the other one.
When they had to stop pulling, it was another bed just a bit too big to be a twin sized, but not quite as big as Hagakure's.
Hitoshi remained standing as Ojiro did an awkward bellyflop/faceplant/roll onto the bed, and just laid there for a while.
Hagakure snorted when she came in. "Very funny Mash, get up and let me remake the bed. And go get in more comfortable clothes or something."
Ojiro mumbled something into the blankets, and Hagakure patted the part of the tail sticking up in the air. "Momo can go first it is then."
Yaoyorozu huffed in what sounded like amusement. "Alright, alright, I'm going." She left, grabbing her bag on the way out.
Hitoshi wasn't going to risk sitting on Hagakure's bed, so he leaned against the wall to take some pressure off his leg.
"Hey Hitoshi," Hagakure asked suddenly, and Hitoshi looked at her. "If you sit on the counter do your feet touch the floor?"
Hitoshi blinked at her. He hadn't ever sat on a counter before, they weren't supposed to be seats, was she saying she had sat on a counter?
"I never sat on counters as a kid," Ojiro said, sounding rather sheepish as he raised his head from the blankets. "My tail would always knock stuff off the counter if I tried."
Hitoshi didn't get it. Sitting on counters? Why would they sit on the counters? They weren't appropriate sitting places.
They stared at each other until Yaoyorozu came in a moment later.
"Uh, why are you all staring at each other?"
Hitoshi startled so badly he almost fell over, but Yaoyorozu caught him in her arms. He blinked up at her, as she turned very red. He wondered why she was blushing.
She propped him back up against the wall. "Ah, sorry about startling you! What were you talking about?"
"I was wondering if Hitoshi's feet brushed the floor when he sat on counters," Hagakure said immediately.
Yaoyorozu had much the same reaction as Hitoshi had. She blinked at Hagakure in utter confusion. "What? Why would he be sitting on a counter? They aren't appropriate seating places."
Hagakure blinked a few times. "You… haven't ever sat on a counter?"
Hitoshi and Yaoyorozu shook their heads.
"We will have to introduce you to sitting on counters. Once I get back from changing," Ojiro said, grabbing his bag and ducking into the bathroom.
"Why would one sit on a counter?" Yaoyorozu asked, sitting down on the floor next to Hitoshi. "Hitoshi you can sit down, you don't need to remain standing."
Honestly Hitoshi wasn't sure he'd ever want to get up if he sat down, standing and walking hurt a lot.
She looked expectantly at him, and patted the space next to her.
Hitoshi sat down.
Yeah he wasn't getting up again. Here he'd stay, until they dragged him back to the foster home and he was forced to move. Or someone told him to get up most likely.
Ojiro came back moments later, plopping his bag next to Hitoshi's. "There weren't any more incidents while I was changing?" He checked, sitting down next to Hitoshi and curling his tail behind Hitoshi.
Hitoshi blinked at the fluff at the end and wondered if it was soft.
"There weren't!" Hagakure confirmed. "We're all good! Come on! I checked and we can totally make the pretzels, although we'll want to hold off on buttering the tops and putting salt on them because we don't quite have the right type. But Dad'll be home soon, so Mom'll go then!"
"Alright," Yaoyorozu said, standing up, and offering a hand to Hitoshi. "We might as well be going then."
Hitoshi stared at the hand for what was probably a little bit too long, then accepted it and let her pull him to his feet. He regretted it instantly, but it would be fine. It was fine. He was fine.
(A/N) So, hint, he's not fine. Just FYI. Anyway, expect more fluff with the mild traces of angst. We'll get to pure fluff at some point I swear. Just not a planned point at the moment. Either check the ao3 version of this story or see my discord with the code pnQAF39