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It had been months since the death of his partner, friend, husband. Whatever you wanted to call their relationship. Because they had not put words to it at all other than that they were married, Words could not have described their relationship to the outside world. There was something so uniquely them, in the fact that they knew there should have been three but only lived with two in the physical plane. Their third had died years before while they were still in school, and that took a toll on them no matter what either of them had said.
Today was a day that Hizashi had been dreading having to go through alone. It was May fifth a day that for anybody else probably meant nothing, but to him, it was the birthday of one of his best friends. Their third… Well Hizashi guessed he was the third now, he was the only one left, they were together again wherever they were. Being the last one left alive was something that he never thought would happen. Him and Shouta had always argued who would go first, but he never in a million years thought that it would be Aizawa, because his husband was someone that was always watching himself and being safe. He didn’t take risks nor did he make stupid mistakes. Hizashi had not found out how Aizawa had died, no matter how many times he asked.
When Yamada got out of bed he took his muzzle off and placed it on his bedside table before he rolled over to where his husband used to sleep. “Hey Shou, I miss you. Today is Oboro’s birthday, I bet you both are out there celebrating huh.”
Knowing he needs to get up, he sits up and heads out of the room. The apartment was a disaster, something that would have never been true in the “Before” but he couldn’t care less now about it. It wasn’t like he spent a lot of time in the apartment anyway just long enough to sleep and shower. Hitoshi had the cats now, since they reminded him too much about what he lost. He had taken the day off from all three of his jobs, the only day he had off from all three at the same time, in months. He looped Aizawa's capture weapon around his neck and buried his face in it, noticing that unfortunately the scent had finally fully vanished.
At the graveyard he makes his way to Oboro’s grave stone. This is the only one he would be visiting today, the other gravestone was too hard to look at still after that first time he had not been back. “Hey Load Cloud, so I am sure you already know that Shou isn’t here with me but, I wanted to continue our tradition of visiting on your birthday. So here I am and I just wanted to say I miss you just as much as I always have don’t worry I still haven’t forgotten the sound of your voice or the feel of your hand in mine. I don’t think I can forget those things.” He sat down back against the grave and closed his eyes trying to remember a good memory of all three of them. When nothing came he laid down over the grave and just stayed there until it started to rain on him. “Good bye love I will see you next year.”