Author Note
This is the last pre-written chapter. This work is also on AO3 under my account Bella_Donna_poison.
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"Oh yes, I forgot you are so strong and can so easily fight off anyone you wish to. How dare I forget who comforts you, who is always there when you need. How dare I look out for you." The words ring in her ears for hours. Those angry violet eyes that flash with betrayal. She has already scrubbed the counters, dusting the ceilings, vacuumed the home, and done every other chore she can think of. Even deep cleaned the bathrooms. When there is nothing left to do she finally sits. Staring out the window and cradling a cup of coffee to her chest. On the table sit schematics and gear mock ups, blue prints she is drawing up with the rough ideas she's given from a first year at Ketsubutsu.
Her nose twitches, eyebrows drawing together tightly as her eyes once again flick to the phone sitting across from her. She had tentative sent a few messages to Hitoshi, receiving only one back. His message clipped and to the point. Hina, for the life of her, can't understand why he is so angry. Another part of her is terrified he'll want her out. Not that she is expecting anything else, while Hitoshi has put up with her for years not everyone else has. Most people get annoyed with her and end up leaving. A tight ball of something sits in her throat and on her chest, making it difficult to breath. What if he wants her gone? What if he never comes back?
Hina shakes her head, tapping the pen faster on the table as her leg bounces. He wouldn't just up and leave...would he?
"You can't just keep ignoring it man. You popped off at her last night."
"Yeah...I know." The weary sigh pulls from Hitoshi's lips as he scrubs a hand down his face. Temples pounding and tongue feeling thick, he knocks back the asprin and water with a grimace. Kaminari had insisted Hitoshi stay with him last night after he had gotten himself blind drunk. One of the others – Midoriya his brain unhelpfully supplies – had taken his phone so he couldn't drunk text Hina. His mind flashes back to when he said those words. While it may not seem like the worst someone could say, he also knows her. Hitoshi's chest tightens painfully as he continues in a gravely voice, "I'll apologize today."
"In person man. She deserves that much." Kaminari murmurs. Clapping him on the shoulder kindly before stalking off. Hitoshi sighs heavily, smoothing his gravity defying hair back and looking down at his phone.
"yes...she does." The screen background stares back up at him, it's a picture from two months ago. Hina is piggy back riding on Hitoshi, he has one hand on the back of her knee, the other up in a peace sign. Meanwhile she has one arm flattening down his hair to hold out the camera, the other is grabbing his shirt to keep her steady. Her smile is so infectious, nose wrinkling and dimples peaking out. Swiping to open the phone, he reads through the messages again.
Literal_Sunshine
5am: Hey, I know you're mad at me. I'm sorry and hope you are okay.
5:30am: Can you at least tell me you're okay?
7am: Hitoshi?
Coffee_Is_God
8am: I'm fine.
He stands up slowly, massaging his temples and gathering his things. Kaminari walks him out demanding that Hitoshi text or call him later to update the situation. Hitoshi sighs through his nose knowing that once he tells Kaminari his old class will all hear about it. But it can't be helped considering what happened.
His head snaps back, mouth aching fiercely as his teeth clack together from the hit. Kirishima's fierce red eyes glaring down at him. Hitoshi can taste copper in his mouth and he runs his tongue experimentally over his teeth.
"How dare you." Kirishima snarls. "If you aren't man enough to tell her how you feel, then don't take it out on her!" Kirishima rushes after her, calling out for the tiny woman. Bakugou and Todoroki flank Midoriya. All three with serious expressions.
"And I thought I was a dick." Bakugou grunts. Hitoshi for once can't argue. None of them know how low of a blow he threw at her, targeting her insecurities. Bringing up that simple thought...the thought that she was a burden of all things. That she was taking advantage of people. It horrified him that he struck that low.
"Hitoshi, you need to apologize." Midoriya is the first to speak and fuck if it isn't true. The fact that the mossy haired man is saying that, his voice not it's usual gentle cadence, means the greenett is pissed.
"I...I didn't mean it."
"Midoriya and Kirishima are right." Shoto, fucking Todoroki of all people. "I saw her expression, you can't do that to someone you care about." Hetero-chromatic eyes flash and Hitoshi knows that Shoto is right. Closing his eyes he tips his head back and stares up at the ceiling of the curry house. If this didn't make front page, a bunch of pro-heroes getting into it, he didn't know what would.
"I'll apologize in the morning. Just...let her have this." He pleads. The men share glances, all except for Bakugou, his arms are crossed over his chest.
"TCH, fuckin' troll doll." He mutters, stalking off.
Hitoshi moves to the liquor bar on the far side of the restaurant. While their curry is delicious, Hitoshi mostly knows this place for the alcohol. He swallows down the aggrivation in his stomach when Midoriya holds out his hand for his phone.
"sorry Hitoshi, if you're going to drink please give me your phone. That way there aren't any...incidents with Hina." And fuck, he can't argue with that. Sighing, he pulls his phone out and hands it to the green haired man who claps a hand on his shoulder. "I'll give it to Kaminari, he mentioned letting you stay over." And suddenly he's alone with a bottle of sake and his thoughts. Brown and gold eyes flash in his mind. Lifting the bottle to his lips, he makes a damn good attempt to block out her sob.
It doesn't take Hitoshi long to get close to where his new apartment is. It's closer to the support lab that Hina works at, something he did intentionally. But it's also close to where a few of his friends live, namely the so called Bakusquad.
Hands in his pockets, long legs eating the distance as he walks down the sidewalk, a soft blue catches his eye. Turning his head, he sees a shop with flowers. The gentle hue of bluebells in the window having caught his eye. He recognizes it instantly and swallows harshly. Hesitating he pulls out his phone, tapping into google and searching. After a moment he walks in and quietly orders the bouquet, paying for it, he continues walking down the road quickly. It's almost agony to wait for the pedestrian light to turn, he doesn't miss some of the giggles from nearby women.
"Uh oh. Someone's in trouble." He hears an older man chuckle good naturedly. Heat fills his cheeks as he ducks his head, clutching the flowers gently to his chest. Once the light turns, he bolts across and is nearly sprinting to get home. The dull thuds of his shoes as he races up the stairwell echoes. The few people moving about this early all peaking around with wide eyes. He's at the door, fumbling with the lock and staggering inside. Kicking his shoes off, Hitoshi looks up at the sound of movement.
Hina is standing there in her apron, the scent of something cooking fills the home now that he stops to smell. A painful gurgle pulls from his stomach, but he ignores it. Dropping to his knees in front of his long time friend, Hitoshi holds up the bouquet of bluebell and lily of the valley. The soft purples and whites a gentle pastel that he holds out as a peace offering. Her lips part, but Hitoshi quickly cuts her off, panicked.
"I'M SORRY! I'm so sorry Hina. I was an asshole, a blind stupid idiot who said horrible things and made you feel like shit. I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me but please, accept my apologies." He manages to get out, flowers shaking as he stares at the ground. "You didn't deserve it. You're a grown woman and I treated you like you belonged to me or some shit. And that's not it! I-" He's cut off as a gentle hand covers his mouth. Violet eyes flicking up to lock onto deep brown ones, the golden ring around her pupils constricting as the black pits seem to narrow down to specs.
"...You didn't have to do this." Her throat bobs as she stares at the flower. At the bluebells, her favorite flower in the whole world. And one she doesn't ever remember bringing up. "Those...are my favorite." She whispers.
"I did have to! And I know. I know they are, I've seen you gaze at them every time we walked by that florist. I've seen the way your eyes light up when bluebell are in bloom at the gardens by the park. The way you smile it..." His breath catches as he stares up at her, gritting his teeth, Hitoshi bites the bullet and plunges forward. "I lo...I can't risk losing you. You're the closest person I have to family outside of Midoriya and my adoptive parents. Please, forgive me."
Gentle hands wrap around his shoulders, Hitoshi finds his head set against her chest. His ear pressed to her breast bone, easily able to hear the calm beat of her heart. Even as her breaths shudder and she holds him closer.
"I could never stay angry with you, of course I forgive you." Hitoshi holds her tightly back, trying not to damage the flowers. He can hear them crinkling in the plastic when his grip tightens. Gentle hands are helping him up, warm fingers brushing his tears away. Those soft warm hands cupping his cheeks.
"Hitoshi, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." The relief that floods through him is palpable. He holds out the bouquet awkwardly earning a giggle from her. He rubs the back of his neck and feels heat flush along his face. "Go get cleaned up, I'm making lunch okay?" She smiles so sweetly and he can't help but nod and listen. Glancing back briefly to see his friend's soft expression, nose buried in the flowers as she walks back into the kitchen.
When he gets out of the shower he finds the flowers in a tall vase he doesn't remember ever buying. The soft green of the vase accented by the pale white and gentle blue of the flowers. Must be one of hers. He thinks with a soft smile, the distinctly feminine touches his home had were comforting. In an odd way. Wax warmers and vases of flowers, extra throw blankets and cute aprons. The scent of food hits his nose, stomach growling loudly again and he spots it already on the table. The adorable curvy woman flitting around, her hair in a messy bun that is threatening to break. Omurice is set down and warm herbal tea gently placed beside each plate. His eyes lavender eyes follow Hina as he watches her place down miso. Big brown eyes flicking up to his and she smiles. God he's in deep, he thinks numbly.