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At just over three months pregnant, Hizashi is satisfied to say he has told everyone important to him about his pregnancy; although he still spends a lot of time worrying about the possibility of the media learning about him being trans and being dicks about it. But he tries not to think about that.
Today, he sits in the faculty lounge on one of the couches, marking English homework and pressing a heat pad against his lower back. You can barely tell he is pregnant from the outside (unless you see him naked, which is totally not happening), especially now he wears baggy clothes and not his Hero costume – but internally, it is already wreaking havoc. He’s already in pain most of the time, and he hates to think what it might be like later in the pregnancy.
Hizashi lets out a groan and adjusts the heat pad, screwing his eyes up.
“Okay over there, Yamada?” Snipe says.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters and Snipe laughs.
“Seriously, though, do you need anything?”
He opens his eyes and looks at Snipe. “Really?”
“Of course. You’re clearly in pain. Is there anything I can do?”
“I don’t think so. But thanks for the offer,” he says, smiling.
Hizashi goes back to his marking, but he struggles to concentrate. Instead, he finds himself thinking about Shouta, how his husband, along with Thirteen, has taken the students of Class 1-A to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint for rescue training. Toshinori was supposed to accompany them, but he went over his limit this morning and has stayed back at the school. He remembers what rescue training was like when he and Shouta went to UA; it was quite fun.
Even though the pain in his back won’t subside, the boredom starts to make his eyelids droop. And Hizashi drifts off to sleep—
Until the door opens with a thud and Iida Tenya comes bursting into the room. The boy doesn’t stop to bow, and panic is written across his face, his eyes wide and his glasses askew.
“Iida, what is the matter with you?” Midnight asks, standing up.
Iida leans against the doorframe to catch his breath, his engines smoking. “I… I… Sensei, there was an attack at the USJ!”
“What?” Midnight says, and everyone in the room looks up.
Hizashi’s chest tightens. The USJ. Shouta is there!
“Please tell us what happened,” Principal Nedzu says, walking over. How can be stay so calm?
“These villains arrived by warp gate – it was one of their Quirks – and the communication system was scrambled. We tried to fight them, but the warp gate separated all of the students and hurt Thirteen-sensei. And… and Aizawa-sensei…” Iida trails off, his eyes even wider.
Hizashi jumps to his feet, ignoring his backache and the sudden dizziness. “What about Shou- Aizawa? What happened to him?!”
Iida flinches, and Hizashi realises he activated his Quirk by accident. Midnight puts her hand on Hizashi’s shoulder, trying to calm him down.
“One of the villains disintegrated part of his elbow with his Quirk, and this other villain beat him up horrifically. I think he broke his arms. And there was blood everywhere…”
Hizashi wants to throw up. In fact, he does. As nausea churns in his stomach, he hunches forwards and groans. It is only thanks to the quick thinking of Cementoss, who shoves a trash can into his hands, that stops Hizashi vomiting all over the floor. His legs wobble and Midnight and Cementoss grab his arms, trying to keep him upright.
He can’t deal with this. Shouta is hurt. Incredibly hurt. Oh shit, is he going to die?
Hizashi barely processes Iida’s words as he tells the teachers about Thirteen’s order to escape and tell the staff about what is happening, and how he bumped into All Might on the way here… all he can think about is Shouta.
“Right, well, it appears we need to take a trip to the USJ,” Nedzu says. “Yamada, you stay here. The rest of you, come with me now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hizashi stares at the principal. “But I have to go.”
“No you don’t. You’re in no state to fight villains. Is that not why you have quit Hero work?”
Hizashi sighs, wishing the principal wasn’t so smart. “But sir—”
“Stay here. Now everyone else, let us go.”
Hizashi wants to argue. He wants to scream so loud he deafens himself and cry and vomit again. He wants to curl up into a ball and freak out. He wants to help save the kids and Thirteen and Shouta.
But he doesn’t. He just lets Midnight help him back onto the couch, and watches everyone, including Iida, file out of the room.
Just before he leaves, Nedzu says, “I suggest you take your son out of class and explain the situation to him. And see Recovery Girl, because you appear to be about to faint.”
Hizashi nods, and then he is alone.
Fucking hell, what is going to happen to Shouta?
Dizzy and panicked, Hizashi takes the trash can with him in case he pukes again and hurries off to find Hitoshi. If he can’t help save Shouta, at least he and Hitoshi can be together. His legs tremble and he gets lost despite knowing his way around this school blindfolded, Hizashi finds the homeroom of Class 1-C. Their homeroom teacher isn’t here; so, every teacher in the school has been called into action, leaving Hizashi as the only teacher in the whole school.
Instead of their teacher, the class rep stands at the front of the room, trying to get everyone in the class to be quiet.
“Shut up, all of you!” she says, glaring at them. “I’m just as confused as you, but you heard what Sensei said: all the teachers have had to leave, and us class reps are in charge.”
At this point, the students notice Hizashi stood in the doorway. He must look a total wreck, his face sweaty and contorted into a panicked grimace, and he has to lean against the doorframe for support.
“Uh, well, I thought all the teachers had to leave,” the class rep says, confused. “Hello, Yamada-sensei. What are you doing here?”
Hizashi scans the room for Hitoshi and finds him. “Uh… sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Hit- to Shinsou.”
As confused as the other students, Hitoshi gets up and approaches Hizashi. They walk out of the room and down the corridor, and as soon as no one can see, Hitoshi grabs his arm and says, “Dad, you look like shit. What’s wrong?”
Hizashi breathes slowly and sits down on the floor. “You heard how all the teachers have gone?”
Hitoshi nods. “Except you. A pregnancy thing, I guess.”
“Correct. Well, it’s because we learned… villains have attacked at the USJ.”
“The USJ…” Hitoshi says, and then it dawns on him. “Shit, Papa’s there.”
“I know. And he’s really beaten up apparently. Hitoshi, what are we gonna do?”
“Try to calm down, Dad. You already look like you’re going to faint.” Looking at the trash can on the floor beside him, he adds, “Oh shit, have you puked?”
Hizashi shrugs his shoulders, pushing his sunglasses up onto his clammy forehead and rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, I have. But I don’t care. We can’t just sit here and wait.”
“Yeah, we can. What d’you think we could do? You’ll probably keel over before we get there and I can’t use my Quirk without getting shit from the police. We’ll just wait here, and then they’ll tell us what happened. Okay?”
He doesn’t want to agree – he wants to rescue Shouta and get him to Recovery Girl and fix him up – but Hizashi nods. After all, he feels close to fainting whenever he moves, and rushing into the fight could cause him to miscarry or even die. It is better for them all if he stays.
But he doesn’t want to. Why did this have to happen?
---
Hizashi and Hitoshi relocate to the faculty lounge, and he is sat slumped on the same couch as earlier, rubbing his still aching back, when his cell phone starts to vibrate. He flinches and pulls it from his pocket, his sweaty hands slipping, and sees the caller ID: Nemuri. Why is Midnight phoning him?
Still, as Hitoshi looks at him, Hizashi answers the call. “Nemuri? What’s going on?”
“We’ve resolved the situation,” Midnight says, sounding utterly exhausted. “Most of the villains were arrested and we’re evacuating the students as I speak.”
“What about Shouta?” he says, not wanting to sound like a tactless bastard, but simply caring about his husband too much to focus on anyone else. “Is he okay?”
“He’s alive, and he’s stable,” Midnight says, and Hizashi nearly throws up again from sheer relief.
“Oh thank fuck…” he whispers, and he watches the tension slip from Hitoshi’s face. “Where is he now?”
As he tries not to cry, he listens to Midnight as she says, “The hospital. Thirteen and Shouta were rushed there straight away. All Might and Midoriya were injured too, but Recovery Girl is taking care of them.”
“Hospital,” Hizashi whispers. “What…”
He trails off, but Midnight understands.
“It’s just like Iida told us earlier. Two broken arms and multiple skull fractures. But he’ll recover, the doctors are certain.”
To be honest, that doesn’t help very much. Shouta is still hurt.
“Can I see him?”
“Sure. Everything will be okay, Hizashi.”
He knows she is just lying to make him feel better, but it sort of works. His eyes fill with tears, but Hizashi won’t let himself cry. “Thanks. Thanks so much.”
When the call ends, Hizashi looks at his son. Hitoshi nods and gives Hizashi a quick pat on the shoulder.
“Let’s go visit him,” he says.
Hizashi nods. He wants to see Shouta so much.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
---
Arriving at the hospital seems to reinstate Hizashi’s fears, because now it’s real. They’re really at a hospital. Shouta is really hurt. It wasn’t just some hideous nightmare.
As he and Hitoshi walk through the front doors, several people look at them. He thinks it’s because they recognise him as the Pro Hero who has quit his job for a publicly unknown reason, or possibly because he looks like utter shit. But he doesn’t care, simply focused on Shouta. Hitoshi holds his arm, convinced that Hizashi is going to faint (which, in all fairness, is actually quite likely), and soon they have arrived.
A nurse lets them in (but only after they have sanitised their hands and covered their faces with surgical masks), and he finally gets to see his husband. He steps into the room and just stares, eyes shining behind his sunglasses.
Shouta lies on his back in a hospital bed, covered in bandages. They ensnare his arms and cover his head, with only tiny slit over his mouth to breathe, and he is hooked up to monitors and machines and IV bags. Shit, he looks awful.
“Shou?” he says, and his knees buckle.
Hitoshi grabs his arms and helps Hizashi sit down before he collapses. He sinks into a plastic hospital chair, just staring and staring at Shouta.
“Hey, Papa, are you awake?” Hitoshi says, sitting beside Hizashi.
They glance at each other, and he sees Hitoshi has tears in his eyes. He hasn’t seen his son upset like this in years. Shit, this hurts.
Hizashi rubs his back, wishing the pain would fuck off. He groans, wishing Shouta would respond to them. But he has had surgery and is still under the effects of his anaesthetic, too groggy to even acknowledge his husband and son.
But it doesn’t really matter. Because they are here with Shouta, and he is alive and maybe everything really is going to be okay.
---
Hizashi eventually falls asleep, despite the back pain and anxiety about his husband wracking his body, slumped awkwardly in the plastic chair. Hitoshi also nods off, his head resting against Hizashi’s shoulder.
Hours pass, and they eventually awake with a jolt when someone clears their throat.
Hizashi sits up sharply, staring around the room. Shouta’s head is tilting towards them both, and he knows he’s looking at them.
“Shouta?”
“Papa?”
“Hello,” Shouta says, as deadpan as ever. His voice is weak and slightly slurred, but he’s talking to them.
Hizashi laughs. “Hi, Shou!”
“You’re awake,” Hitoshi says, smiling; it’s always so nice to see him smile.
“How… how’re you feeling?” Hizashi asks. His backache has got better, but he still feels sick. And tears prickle in his eyes again.
“I’ve been better,” Shouta says.
Hizashi laughs and Hitoshi snorts.
“I bet you have. But seriously, how are you?”
“Numb, blinded by these bandages and groggy from painkillers. How about you?”
“He spent most of earlier throwing up and trying not to faint,” Hitoshi says, but he isn’t saying it to take the piss.
“I was worried about you,” Hizashi says. He doesn’t know what parts of Shouta’s body are safe to touch, so he carefully pats Shouta’s foot. “We’ve been so worried, Shou. But… We’re so proud of you. You protected all of your kids and they all got out of it relatively unscathed. You’re amazing, Shouta.”
“Oh shut up, you’ll embarrass me,” Shouta says. “You were feeling sick?”
“A bit,” Hizashi says, massively understating just how bad he has felt. “But I’m okay now.”
“You’re not.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
What is this wonderful bastard like, caring about Hizashi when he’s the one in a hospital bed?
“You’ll get better, won’t you, Papa?” Hitoshi says.
“Probably.”
“No, definitely,” Hizashi says. “You have to get better so we can have our baby together.”
He imagines that if Shouta could do it, he would be rolling his eyes right now. Hizashi pats his foot again, fighting back the tears.
“Yeah, you have to get better,” Hitoshi says. “I’ll… I’ll brainwash you if you don’t!”
Shouta makes a noise that he thinks is a muffled chuckle. “You idiots. But… I’ll try my best, okay.”
“You’ll be there to watch me at the sports festival, right?” Hitoshi asks. The UA sports festival is coming up, and Hitoshi might get a chance to move into the Hero course if it goes well for him.
“I’ll be there,” Shouta says. “I promise.”
Hitoshi finally breaks down, and the sight of his son in tears makes Hizashi give into his own tears. He sobs, his back throbbing again, as he looks at his husband. Shouta is going to be okay.
He’s not going to die. They’re still all together.
And Shouta will be there when he gives birth and their child is brought into the world.