The drive to the apartment is pretty unremarkable. Hizashi still feels woozy as he leans on his arm and stares out of the window. The building and people flashing by forms a hazy backdrop to his thoughts. Kind of fitting, he thinks, since his memories are so hazy, so too is the world around him. But at least one thing is stationary, one person is present.
In his contemplation, Hizashi has been sneaking small glances towards Shouta as he concentrates on the road.
"If you have questions you can ask." Hizashi blinks, he didn't think that Shouta had noticed his staring. He's starting to realise that he is a very observant man, at least where Hizashi is concerned.
"Do I have any family?" Shouta tenses up a bit but replies readily.
"Your mother and father live a few towns over. No siblings,"
"Can I visit them, or call them or something. I'm sure they're worried." Shouta looks over as he mumbled the last part of his sentence.
"Of course, I'll give you their number when we get to the apartment, and I can drive you down whenever I'm free." Shouta has his parents number, do friends usually have their friends parents numbers?
"Oh, you don't need to do that for me, you're already-" Shouta cuts in.
"Hizashi," He feels his cheeks heat up at the sound of his given name, " Don't worry about it, I like your parents, and anyway, I don't mind helping you. That's what friends are for."
He sinks into his seat and looks out the window again. Friends, of course. He'll get used to that.
"Thanks, Shouta." He still feels a small thrill using his given name.
Shouta nods in reply.
Shouta leads the way into the apartment and Hizashi takes his time following, taking everything in. It's a modest sized apartment, perfect for two people. The kitchen is pretty modern with it opening out to the sitting room and he can see a couple of doors off the side of the room that must lead to the bedrooms.
He sweeps through the kitchen and walks around the room slowly, picking up some of the knick-knacks that litter around the place. The afternoon light streams in through the window on the far side of the room, casting everything in a warm honey glow. The place definitely has a lived in, homey feel to it. Hizashi soaks in the atmosphere. His home.
His home with Shouta.
Hizashi walks over to place a hand on a heavy looking quilt that hangs off the back of the couch, marvelling at its softness. He looks up beside the television to shelves that house a ridiculous number of DVDs, smiling as he gets the feeling that he was the one who contributed the majority of them.
Realising that he hasn't heard anything from Shouta for a while so he spins around, only to see him leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him explore the room with a relaxed expression.
"Don't mind me, keep exploring."
"It's a nice pad we have here. Which door leads to my room?" He wonders what will it look like? It would definitely tell him something about his past self.
Shouta motions over to the first door on the left.
"I don't know what state you left it in so don't trip." Hizashi pouts at his teasing tone.
"Yeah, yeah, got it." he opens the- his door and steps in carefully, mindful of what Shouta said but he needn't have worried.
His room is pretty tidy, the only mess is a couple of music magazines scattered around the place. The walls are a soft blue that instantly calms him as he walks further in, a guitar on a wall mounted stand being the main decoration. In the corner is a keyboard slanted against the wall. He must be a fan of music. He wonders if his muscle memory would kick in and he could play something on one of them? Something to try out later.
He sits down on his bed feet sliding back until they knock against something under it. He looks down to see what is there and finds drawers of some kind. He lifts his legs up to pull on one of them and rows and rows of CDs are revealed to his delight.
It's going to be so fun to listen to all those again. He's trying to look at the bright side in all this; How many people would love to experience the first time listening to their favourite music, or reading their favourite book again.
But he can look forward to that later, he wants to go out to Shouta again.
He stands up to walk over to the door but his eyes catch on a flash of light behind it. He closes the door further to reveal himself? How did it not cross his mind to wonder what he looked like?! He had already seen his hair, as long as it was, but he has a small moustache as well. His hand creeps up to his face as he took in his figure, turning around. Well he definitely has muscle, that is nice, and expected considering his career. All in all, he is pleased with his form. His eyes stray to his butt in the mirror. Very pleased.
He hears a voice call in through the crack in the door.
"Are you hungry?" He can hear rustling from what he assumes is the kitchen which is like music to his empty stomach. He didn't even realise how hungry he was until it was pointed out to him.
"I can't remember the last time I ate!" He says innocently, walking out of his room. Shouta looks up at him with a withering stare and Hizashi can't hold back his grin.
Shouta seems to find what he was looking for in the drawers as he lifts folded paper up and hands it to Hizashi.
"We don't have any real food in the kitchen at the moment so take out is going to have to do." Hizashi takes the menu and stares down at it, so many options, and he doesn't even know what he likes. Shouta seems to understand his dilemma.
"I can choose what you usually get if you want? Or I could get a couple of dishes and you can mix and match?" Hizashi relaxes his shoulders, he didn't even realise that he was tensing up.
"Can we get a couple of dishes then?"
"Yeah, no problem. Do you want to pick or will I get some random ones." Hizashi proceeds to point out a few dishes and Shouta takes out his phone to make the call to order them in. Hizashi sees the phone and wonders where his went. Surely he had one. He waits for Shouta to finish the call before asking.
"Hey, do I have a mobile phone?" Shouta puts his back in his pocket.
"Ah, yeah, but it got smashed in the fight. Pretty unusable." Dang, that does make sense though. "We have a couple of burner phones in one of the drawers that you can use until you get a new one."
"We have burner phones?" Hizashi squints his eyes at Shouta as he shrugs.
"Sometimes hero work demands a burner phone." He could see why now he thought about it, their hero career and all.
"Cool, yeah, I'll grab one of those." He takes one and walks over to fall on the couch beside Shouta.
"Hey, what's your number?" Shouta reels it off with no hesitation, and Hizashi plugs it in to the programmed numbers.
"I have to head into work tomorrow but I think that you should take a few days to recuperate here before returning to a more regular schedule. You were seriously injured after all." Hizashi doesn't have a memory to back up the feeling that Shouta was being a bit hypocritical in his opinion, but he doesn't disagree. He does still have that heavy feeling in his limbs, not as bad as it was in the hospital but still present. He doesn't think this whole situation has sunk in properly yet.
"Sounds like a good idea. Do you know if I have to contact my… I guess my hero agency, to call in injured?"
"It's okay, I already informed them of everything they needed to know and they were very agreeable with you taking days off to recover." That was good news! Of course they'd be comfortable giving him time off from a hero agency. It wasn't like he would be much use as he was, memories missing and all. He doesn't even know if he can fight!
"Your other jobs were also quite accommodating." He continues nonchalantly. Hizashi turns, confusion maring his expression.
"... Other… Jobs?"
"You're also the host of a well known radio show and a teacher at a local hero school, UA." Hizashi lets this sink in.
"How do I have time to sleep?!" Shouta grins and starts chuckling under his breath at the aghast expression on his face. Hizashi is taken aback by this, he thought Shouta was good looking in his harried, sleepy state but a laughing Shouta is breathtaking. He's sure that his past self felt the same as well, a gut instinct. He's been listening to those feelings a lot in the past few hours he has regained consciousness.
"Very good time management skills." He replies when he catches his breath, seemingly unaware of Hizashi's inner revelations. Wait-
"What do I teach? Am I a good teacher? Are you a teacher too?" He fires all these questions one after another. Shouta doesn't seem too fazed by the rapid fire questions though.
"You teach English, you're a very competent teacher- the students love you- and yes, I am also a teacher at UA." Best friends, roommates, and now co-workers. He and Shouta shared a lot, but that wasn't a bad thing. In fact, Hizashi quite liked that they must spend quite a lot of time together.
Even if they weren't together.
Still chipping away at this, still have no idea where it'll end up lol
Having fun though :))))
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