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When Yamada Hizashi stumbles into his apartment at 1am, his leg dragging and his head pounding with concussion, he hopes that Aizawa Shouta is asleep.
“Hizashi? Is that you?”
Of course, he isn’t that lucky. Because as Hizashi tries his best to creep through the hallway and into the bathroom (just wanting to clean up and go to sleep), a sleepy Shouta wanders into the room. But when he sees Hizashi, he suddenly looks wide awake.
“Hizashi? What the fuck…”
And, to be fair, he does look a state. His glasses are broken, he hugs his arm to his chest to try and suppress the pain shooting up it, he limps and blood dribbles from his swollen nose.
“What happened to you?” Shouta says, rushing over. He’s about to put a hand on his shoulder, before stopping as though scared he might hurt Hizashi.
Hizashi tries to smile as he offers, “My, uh, meeting ran late. I missed the train and w-walked home. Might’ve… I fell some stairs.”
“Yeah, I totally believe that,” Shouta says, folding his arms. “What really happened?”
Hizashi falters, stumbling slightly on unsteady legs. He… he can’t say. He doesn’t want to worry Shouta.
“That’s what happened,” he says, trying to wipe blood from his nose but instead smearing it across his face.
Shouta sighs. “Whatever. I just want to get you patched up. But you’re going to tell me, okay?”
Hizashi nods, the action making his head hurt, even though he’s not going to say. Clearly not believing him, Shouta sighs again and leads Hizashi into the bathroom. He patches the worst of Hizashi’s injuries and kisses his forehead.
“Hizashi…” he whispers.
Hizashi sighs. “No.”
Shouta never learns the truth; the truth that Hizashi got beaten up for dating another guy.
It’s better this way.