This chapter is dedicated to limejuize on ao3 for their lovely comment that pretty much fueled this chapter, thanks bud 3

Waking up in his own bed is so much better than waking up in a hospital bed, even if the disorientation is still there. It doesn't take as long to realise where he is this time around and so he sits up and looks over at the clock.

7am.

Why.

Why did he wake up so early, was it a body clock thing or did he hear something that woke him up? Thinking that he's not going back to sleep anytime soon, he gets up and goes to the door but is distracted by his computer in the corner of the room. It dawns on him that he knows next to nothing of the world apart from broad specifics, but he thinks he knows how he can fix that.

The Internet. Knowledge that he severely lacks is at his fingertips. He gleaned a bit of personal information from Shouta but he needs to know what's happening out there in the world and doesn't want to keep bothering him with endless questions.

He sits at his computer and boots it up without fanfare, but then his first obstacle rises up to meet him.

A password.

Curse his past self for being completely responsible.

His hand tugs gently on his hair while he thinks. What could it be. He spins around in his chair as he takes in the room around him. He had to think like past Hizashi, however impossible that feels to him right now. Remembering all the music he has hoarded under his bed he thinks it might be related to that? Or something more personal, related one of his family members, their names or birthdays. Wait… He doesn't even know his own birthday! He'll have to ask Shouta that later... or now if he's up.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he gets up once more and exits the room, almost running into Shouta outside of his door as he does. He backs up quickly with an apology when he realises.

"Whoa, you're up early!" Hizashi eyes Shouta's slightly hunched over figure, his hair cascading down to frame his face. His attractive face. His face that's talking right now. Damn it.

"Could say the same to you, I have a reason to be up." Hizashi shrugs slightly to this.

"Couldn't get back to sleep."

"You are a morning person." He agrees with a nod. Hizashi notes that down in his head.

"You're not?" Shouta scoffs in response.

"Not before my morning coffee I'm not." He nods down to his hand where a mug holding dregs of coffee is cradled.

"I caught you at a good time." He grins before continuing, "I wanted to ask you for some help with my computer, I can't get into it." He admits sheepishly.

"Well…" Shouta says slowly, "I don't know your password but I can help guess?"

"Good enough," Hizashi grabs his sleeve to drag him into his room and lets go when he slides into his seat and looks up at Shouta expectantly. Shouta sighs.

"Well, your favourite band is UVERworld so maybe something to do with that?"

He tries different combinations but to no avail. He thinks back to earlier when he was wondering about birthdays. Most passwords require letters and numbers.

"When's my birthday?"

"7th July." He tries that along with his name in various different combinations but nothing works. He pauses before asking his next question.

"...When's your birthday?"

"8th November." He tries a few different combinations but nothing works. That would have been so high school he thinks dryly to himself.

Shouta places a hand on the back of his chair as he leans over Hizashi's shoulder. He could feel his hair brush his face softly and took a second to realise that he was pointing at a little question mark beside the input window.

"You might have left a hint for yourself, hover over the question mark."

Hizashi, not trusting his voice not to do something ridiculous followed that instruction without comment to reveal a sentence. A maddenly short sentence.

'It's a secret. ;)'

He feels the disbelief rise in him as laughter bubbles out. Past him was a little shit! Of course it's a secret, it's a password! Shouta, despite not seeming like he's appreciating Hizashi's prank on himself, grins down at him.

"Well, it doesn't exactly help. I shouldn't have expected anything less than that to be honest. It is you after all." Fondness colours his tone, as he turns his stare wistfully to the screen.

Hizashi's smile dies down a bit at the realisation that even though he is right here, to Shouta there is still a piece of him missing, and that Shouta still misses him. His heart clenches, but he can't do much to help him with that apart from live his life and hope his memories come back. That won't stop him from forging a new relationship with Shouta though.

He doesn't know how much of the fondness and appreciation he has for the man is past Hizashi's feelings bleeding through the memory gaps or just instinctive like for the man's character. He shakes his head free of these thoughts. When it comes down to it, he likes Shouta now, and trying to reason with it is just like trying to quantify any type of feeling. They transverse thought if they are that strong.

That's a thought.

Would past Hizashi considered his feelings for Aizawa a secret? Based on his initial reactions and how well he likes Shouta without his previous memories it's pretty clear how deep his feelings might have been. Had he hidden the depth of his feelings away?

He starts typing as if under a trance, pressing enter while Shouta is still staring through the screen.

…

Password accepted.

Huh.

Shouta head whips to him. "Did you remember it?" The question was loaded with hope. Hizashi felt bad, he didn't remember it, not really.

"No, I… guessed right?" He's not going to unload all his feelings right now.

Aizawa looks at him consideringly but doesn't comment further.

"Well, it looks like you're good now so I really have to start heading into work. Feel free to leave the apartment if you want. The doctor cleared you so you're not in danger of collapsing or anything like that." He looks down at his watch and starts walking towards the door.

"If you need anything, call me. You have my number now. I'll see you later after 5."

Hizashi waves with a weak, "Yeah, see you." and he's gone.

What a whirlwind.

He looks back at the screen, debating with himself, but in the end he decides to keep his password the same. No one else is meant to know his password after all, and if he could figure it out after losing his memory, he shouldn't need to write it down anywhere. It seems to have ingrained itself in Hizashi's subconscious.

Password: iloveaizawashouta

Hizashi is like *Hacker voice* I'm in

Yo yo yo I'm back for a limited time only! I have so much work going on in my masters and I'm dying with it so alas I can't write very often :'(

I don't even care that the password is so cheesy I'm a white person I fucking love cheese, embrace the cheese! Also Hizashi should really change it, or like put some capitals or numbers in it because while his love may be strong, that password sure is not.

Hope you enjoy this chapter! Ɛ;