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Aizawa woke up first, which didn't surprise him that much. Mic would probably be hungover among other things. Looking over at his husband, he smiled at the peaceful expression on his face, he probably wouldn't see that look again for the rest of the day once he woke up.
Getting out of the bed, he quickly made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He started the coffee machine, hearing it whirl to life. He knew it would take a few minutes to finish which gave him time to think.
The conversation that needed to be had was gonna be a difficult one, one that he knew would be difficult to get started. The blonde was a master at changing subjects and avoiding things he didn't want to talk about. If it wasn't so annoying Aizawa would've been impressed at the skill. The last time he had to have this conversation took half an hour longer then it should've but it got done with some tears and an embrace. Aizawa still couldn't figure what would've caused his relapse, had his mental health gotten bad again? If so, why didn't Hizashi tell him? His husband normally always told him if he was struggling more. Has something else happened that he wasn't aware of? A lot had happened the last few weeks, the League had taken a toll on a lot of heroes. The attack at the USJ had worried Mic, seeing his husband in the hospital covered head to toe in bandages caused him to spiral. A few weeks after Aizawa had gotten out of the hospital he found the blonde crying silently, a skill he had learned worryingly early in life. After tens of minutes of the taller crying into Aizawa's shoulder he explained his guilt of not getting there sooner, that he could've prevented the injuries he received. That was the lowest he had seen the man in recent years, it took days to convince the blonde that there was nothing he could've done to prevent the injuries and that if he didn't show when he did the dark haired hero would probably be dead.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by the coffee machine beeping. Turning around and getting a mug from the cupboard, Aizawa filled it with the fresh coffee and sipped the piping hot beverage tentatively. Today was going to be a long day.
Looking at the clock on the stove for the first time told him it was late morning, almost noon. He wasn't surprised it was this late in the day, it had been a long night for both of them. He was again pulled out of his thought by Sushi meowing and rubbing her body against his shins, begging for food.
He picked her bowel up from the floor and placed it on the counter before getting a can of cat food out from the cupboard He opened it and started scraping the contents into the metal food bowel and placing back on the floor earning a grateful mewl before she dug into the food. He bent down to gently stroke her back before standing back up to prepare a late breakfast for both him and Hizashi, deciding on eggs and toast.
Mic laid in bed, he'd been awake since Aizawa had gotten up, being a very light sleeper for most his life, his quirk waking him up enough after nightmares had stopped him from being able to sleep through even the jostle of Sushi jumping off of their bed. He didn't want to get up and face his husband and have the guaranteed conversation they were going to have. He just laid on his side staring at the wall, listening to Aizawa cook. He was painfully aware of how badly his hair needed brushing, how long had it been since he actually washed it too? Aizawa was gonna leave him, he flushed his meds, he relapsed again and he most definitely smelled. He was gonna leave Mic and he would be alone and he didn't think he would be able to deal with that. He knew he shouldn't have come back to the dorms the night before, originally he didn't want to stay out without being able to hear anything so having almost dead hearing aids wasn't preferred but since he's been back at the dorms all he's done is hurt Aizawa. That was his initial fear, that's why he hadn't been back in almost three days, which he knew his partner wouldn't question because sometimes they both needed time to themselves so it wouldn't of been the first time Mic would stay in his own dorm for a few days. What he didn't expect was for Aizawa to actively search for him, he wasn't sure what he had done to worry the man so much to look for him but he was sure he would try to act better to make sure the black haired hero wouldn't leave him immediately after he got up. Even if he had to get on his knees to beg. He vaguely remembered begging the man for something the night before, but he was so high and drunk that he couldn't remember much.
Huffing, Hizashi stood up on shaky legs. When did he last eat? It had to have been a few days, he didn't care though because he knew Aizawa was gonna force him to eat whatever it was he was cooking. His hair might as well have been a rats nest on his head, it was so knotted that it was beginning to get matted. It was gonna be a nightmare to brush out. It must've been longer than he thought since he took care of his hair.
Leaving the room and beginning the short walk to the living room connected to the kitchen felt like it went on for forever, not wanting to face his husband. Eventually he reached his destination, Sushi being the first to greet him with a meow, that got Aizawa's attention, turning with a gentle smile. Seeming to notice the lack of hearing aids, he lifted his hands to sign.
'Breakfast?' The question was normally one that made the blonde chuckle, he always wanted breakfast, his incredibly fast metabolism made sure of that but this morning he was both hungry but had no appetite to eat. So he just hummed and sat down on one of the island's stools.
He held his head in his hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the ravenette. His hands gripped his hair tighter as the incessant humming continued, what started as a continuous note that he could ignore since he woke up had since turned into humming of a tune played often on his radio show. Zoning out and focusing on the noise allowed him to not miss the plate being placed in front of him or his husband waving his hand in front of his face. It wasn't until Aizawa placed his hand on Hizashi's shoulder that he jumped and looked up at the concerned expression.
'Can't you hear the music?' He signed, clearly distressed. His partner shook his head while sitting in the seat beside him with his own food. Mic sighed, he really wasn't in the mood to eat, even more now with the music. He didn't understand how Aizawa couldn't hear it, it was clearly loud enough for him to hear without his hearing aids, how could his husband who had near perfect hearing not hear it.
Aizawa watched with concern as Hizashi tugged at his hair in stress, he knew logically that his husband was experiencing an auditory hallucination, he had been off his medication for who knows how long and with the way his eyes were dilated, even long after the drug had worn off, told him he was still manic and hallucinations especially auditory ones were very common for him. All he could do was hand over the blonde's hearing aids and let him put them in, starting to speak, not of anything important, just about lesson plans and such, to at least slightly drown out whatever he was hearing to alleviate at least some of his stress.
"I'm not sure how Kaminari is passing my lessons, I really think it's a miracle." Aizawa chuckled, finishing his food. He smiled, no longer seeing the blonde's leg bounce and his hand sat looser in his hair. He did frown slightly seeing the untouched food but he knew it was common for Hizashi to lose his appetite when he was manic. This was probably the best scenario he could hope for and he was grateful that the man wasn't being more difficult and uncooperative. Though that could lead to a worse outcome he didn't want to think about it unless he had too.
Mic loved his husband's voice, the way it rumbled like thunder in the night, the way it could so easily ground him and allow him to focus on it over whatever was going on in his own head. Aizawa knew that, it had easily become routine between the two, whenever Mic's mind was working against him, Aizawa would just talk and talk. It didn't matter what it was about as long as Mic could either hear him or feel the erasure heroes chest vibrate as he spoke. So hearing him complain about the class he secretly loved was his safe haven, even if he was too scared to even make eye contact with Aizawa.
As Aizawa spoke a very audible rumbling came from Mic's stomach, Shota decided against drawing attention to it, barely even battering an eye at the noise. Pointing the noise out would do the opposite of encouraging the blonde to eat, he had figured that out early on in their relationship when he had pointed it out and Hizashi walked out of the room, later explaining that he hated being treated like someone who needed constant supervision to do basic things. Even though at this moment of time Aizawa would strongly agree that the blonde needed to be watched, yes he trusted his partner but after what happened the night before and who knows how long prior, he didn't want to risk Yamada running off. Which was the second reason why he didn't point anything out, he didn't want his to feel like he had to run from the only place Aizawa could guarantee his safety.
He did want to sing a small victory once Mic seemingly realised his own hunger and untangled a hand from his hair and inched towards the fork that was sat on his plate, carefully, as if the piece of cutlery would burn him, Yamada grabbed it and filled it with some of the scrambled eggs before lifting it to his mouth. Aizawa tried his best not to stare, instead focusing on his own food, letting silence fill the room occasionally broken by metal hitting glass.
"We have to go to the pharmacist today, to re-fill your meds." Aizawa spoke carefully, wanting to get this talk over and done with sooner rather than later. He didn't immediately get a response from the blonde who looked incredibly focused on his food. At first he didn't think the blonde heard him, so he opened his mouth to repeat himself but was interrupted. "No, I have to meet with someone later. First I have some things to sort out in my dorm and I need to get stuff ready for the radio show next week." Mic rambled continuously without showing any sign of stopping until Aizawa interrupted him. "Well I saw your dorm yesterday so there is no need to hide anything from me, and because of that I do not feel like it would be good for you to go back there until you have your med re-filled which we can do after breakfast."
Hizashi paused momentarily still not looking up. "I still have to meet with someone later, it's really important. He doesn't like to be kept waiting, he gets angry if I keep him waiting and he might hurt someone. He's probably already planning to make me regret making him wait and he'll come after you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you, even after last night you haven't left my side and I don't know how I'll live without having you with me. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't-" He seemed to get stuck on that word, like a broken record. His hands were back in his hair again tugging harshly as he started to become hysterical.
"Mic, Mic listen to me, it is very improbable that your drug dealer will come after me because you're late to meeting him. Even if he did, do you really think I would let a low life thug lay a hand on me. Don't listen to whatever your head is telling you. So take a deep breath and after we eat I'll help you clean your dorm then we can go to the pharmacist and get your re-fill." Fighting Yamada's hysteria was with logic and stuff that makes sense to him, even if it seems obvious, to mic, if there is any chance of it happening a person whose quirk is to have laser pointer eyes is as dangerous as all for one.
"I know you don't want to be constantly watched and I know you can look after yourself but as your husband I don't want you to make any bad decisions, so if you'll allow me I want to make sure you're alright. All I ask is that we re-fill your meds after we tidy your dorm. Then we can do anything you want besides buying or doing drugs. I'll even make sure that guy won't do anything." Aizawa offered, smiling as reassuringly as he could. Mic looked up, his eyes made him look like a kicked puppy.
"I'm sorry I flushed my pills, I was better, I stopped needing them, my head was telling me that they were poison. The doctor was trying to kill me, because the doctor is trying to kill me, all of them are trying to kill me, because I know the truth that the Doctors are evil. They were trying to stop me from learning the truth that the hospitals don't want us to know." Mic spoke quickly but didn't stumble over a single word. He anxiously picked at his cuticles, watching in awe as blood bubbled to the surface.
Aizawa sighed and stood up, walking around the table and stopped in front of Hizashi. "Lets make a deal then, hmm?" He asked, crouching down to be able to make eye contact. Gently he took the blonde's hands in his own, they were cold like ice.
Hizashi always ran colder of the two, everyone thought it was the opposite, that Aizawa felt as cold as his glare but instead he felt like a furnace and the blonde was cold. Not in an unpleasant way, the same sort of cold you feel when you look out your window late morning in the middle of winter and seeing the first layer of snow on the ground. Not quite enough to be able to make a snow-man but just enough to be able to see the footprints of the people up in the early hours of the day. The sort of cold that told people that it was time for warm drinks and festive celebrations, the reminder that good things will come.
That was who Mic was to Aizawa, no matter the circumstance, he was always a reminder that good things weren't far away. Even when his own mind fought against him, the first thing he thought about was his loved ones and he'd do anything to protect them.
"We'll go get your medication, I promise I'll make sure they're safe. Before that though, I'll call Nem over and she can clean up your dorm and get rid of anything she finds. Then we can visit the students dorms because they were worried when they saw you last night. We don't have to say anything if you do not want to, but I think it would be best we at least showed our faces." Mic nodded numbly, jaw clenched painfully.
Hizashi fiddled with his husband's ring, his long slender fingers gliding over the silver band on his partners hand. "Why am I like this?" The blonde asked, not looking for one specific answer. Aizawa knew that but decided to answer anyway, not wanting him to spiral anymore. "Mic, your family gave you up when you were four because of your quirk. The homes you got put in locked you in wardrobes with a gag in your mouth to keep you from accidentally using your quirk. The only time you were allowed to speak was when we were at school. Your bio parents never told anyone that bipolar ran in your family, so when you had your highs and lows you weren't helped appropriately so you struggled needlessly for so many years. You experienced so much abuse and neglect in your life that you didn't know what was normal and what you would see and hear wasn't normal. Then a villain found you while you were vulnerable and poisoned you Mic. You were handed a bad deck, and you handled it the best you could at the time with no other experience or example."
Mic curled in on himself, choking out a sob. "Now, how about, after we go and get your meds refilled we can go and sit in the common area in the students dorms. They do have a Saturday morning cartoon watch party. Nem will clean out your room, getting rid of all your alcohol and whatever illegal substances she may come by."
Mic sniffed harshly and chuckled, the other hummed while giving a quizzical look. "We can use this as a learning experience for 1A, this may be similar to a very real encounter they may have as heroes. The number of mental crises' I've been called to because other, younger heroes had never seen someone experiencing the stuff I hear and think. At least they can experience it in a controlled environment." He spoke softly, the silence in the room being the only reason his voice was audible. Aizawa smiled warmly, even through hallucinations, withdrawal and a hangover, he always thought of the kids and their best interests.
The blonde's eyes became distant, seeing and hearing something the other could not. "The guy with black fingers that lives under the dorm sofas, is listening to us. He always thinks he's being secretive and no one knows he's there but I can hear him giggling at us." He states, looking over at the sofa with little to no gap between the floor and bottom of the chair. Chosen specifically to make it hard to move in hope of them not getting misplaced or stolen.
Aizawa sighed, this was a common hallucination and delusion. A person with long spindly, ink black fingers spied on them from underneath their furniture and laugh at them and give information about their home life to villains. After one bad episode where Hizashi swore up and down that the person's hands were trying to claw their way out of the bottom of the sofa, Aizawa unable to see or hear anything, had to chalk it to a hallucination.
"I know you can see and hear him but I can't see anything. How about we go out to the car and make our way to the pharmacist, then we can have a lazy Saturday with the students and Nemuri." Aizawa grinned, stepping in front of him to try and block his view. The blonde hesitated but nodded, getting up slowly and heading towards the door to slide on his boots, his husband copying the procedure.
As the two stood back up Aizawa placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder, "Don't! d-don't.. don't touch m-me." Mic stuttered out with a growl, the ravenette sighed, withdrawing his hand. He should've expected the harsh response, after a bender, or in this case multiple benders, Hizashi hated being touched and would lose his cool at any given moment. His doctor had explained it was a symptom of withdrawal and he would just have to be patient. Considering the fact that Mic already had intense anger issues, the number of times he had to physically hold the other back was almost comical.
All this told Aizawa was it was gonna be a long weekend.