Chapter Text
Prologue
A dense and warm liquid was staining his white shirt and the asphalt under him.
Despite the ringing in his ears, he could clearly hear Shouta and Yagi voices and a third one that he couldn't remember who he was.
His eyes were losing focus, he couldn't see anything, just the distorted shape of what he thought was Yagi.
He couldn't quite understand what they were saying, the ringing was louder and louder.
Ah- He was so tired, he just wants to sleep...
"HIZASHI! Stay Awake!"
But Yagi...It's Unfair...You let Shouta always sleep...
Just a couple of minutes...
The strong smell of detergents and disinfectants reach his nose as soon as he gets his consciousness back, he doesn't even need to open his eyes to know where he was.
His whole body was numb and something feels wrong whit his throat, he tried to figure it out by himself.
Something was in his throat for sure, but he wasn't suffocating.
When his eyelids decide to open, he scans the room as best as he could, his neck and throat hurts like hell and his movements were limited.
He was indeed in a hospital, but the room was too spacious and elegant for a public one: A big sofà was in front of his bed between two small coffee tables, left on it there was a familiar yellow jacket and an equally familiar sleeping bag, half open.
There was a big window on the wall next to his bed, he could see the night skyline of the sleepless city and the balcony of the room from it.
Leaning against the railing a dark figure was smoking a cigarette, not really healthy for a hospital.
He tries to call for him and his attention goes back on his throat. He follows with his gaze at the tube, it starts from an undefined machine next to his right side and it disappears from his field of view as it coming close to his face.
Was he so bad that he had to be intubated?
He closes his eye to try to remember what happened: He remembered a Villain, tall, with long hair.
He remembered that he was...on patrol? Something like that...With Yagi e Shouta...no...maybe only Shouta was there...
He remembered the villain breaking his directional speaker.
From there almost everything was blurry.
When he heard the door of the room open he keeps his eyes closed, pretending to be still unconscious.
He doesn't need to open his eyes to recognize that presence, that particular type of cologne, that gentle touch, those lean fingers through his hairs.
That soft kiss on the forehead.
The sharp slide of the window door almost makes him jump.
"Shouta... you are in a hospital" Yagi sighted
"Who gives a shit" Shouta's voice was barely recognizable, hoarse and more tired than usual.
He heard the rustle of the jacket moved from the couch and the two heroes sit on it.
Then silence, he doesn't know if they fell asleep or they just don't speak, He fell the presence of both of them still in there, he knows Yagi e Shouta were still there.
He tried to call them, but only a strange whine came out of his obstructed throat.
"'Zashi?"
When he decided to finally open his eyes the worried but happy faces of Shouta and Yagi were there, they looked so tired and scared.
He tried to say something again, and Shouta put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't overdo, you slept for almost week" Shouta said calmly while yagi goes out of the room for call the doctor.
"Everything is fine" Shouta said quietly, caressing Hizashi hairs carefully and giving him small kisses.
He doesn't sound convinced though...
Hizashi's doctor was a young woman, black straight hair and a round, smiley face, the blonde watches as she talks quietly to his boyfriends.
Something was off...
When the three come back on the room Shouta sits on the chair next to Hizashi bed, resting his head on the voice hero's long legs.
"So..." The doctor started talking "You remember been attacked by a villain?"
Hizashi tried to reply to her, but his voice was just whines.
He nodded
"Good..." she recorded something in her tablet "During the fight against the villain, by using his quirk, he destroyed your support equipment"
Shouta's hands tightened on his blankets and Yagi rests his hands on his shoulders.
"One of the pieces of the speaker broke and pierced near the trachea, severely tearing the larynx and the vocal cords...in a month or so you'll be able to breathe by yourself again...but...
Please...
Don't Say it...
Don't...
...you'll not be able to speak or use you quirk"
That day was the day that the Voice Hero Present Mic Died.