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“FASTER!” Shouta snaps loudly as he looks at the watch on his wrist, “If you don’t hustle you won’t make your best. Remember, if you don’t do at least one second better you have to do this again!”
“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” Hitoshi shouts as he dives forward over the white line on the ground. He lands on his stomach but doesn't really react. He’s too busy trying to catch his breath
Shouta smirks as he ends the timer, “Five seconds of improvement. Good job.”
Hitoshi just groans. Shouta let his smirk widen as he raised his hand and made a motion. Behind him he hears Hizashi scuttling around. Soon he appeared with an orange along with a bottle of water, “You’re doing great sport!” he encouraged as he helped Hitoshi turn over and sit up. Shouta tried not to smile at the way Hizashi’s black wig wobbled along with his movements. They’d been out here for several hours and a few of the holding pins had come loose during sparring practice.
“AIZAWA!” a joyful call reached across the deserted area of park. Looking over Shouta froze. It was one of Hitoshi’s friends. He thought the boy’s name was Kirishima. He had only met the red head once before right after the attack on USJ. And under any other circumstances he would have been happy to greet the young man who Hitoshi said was pivotal in Chad’s survival. But with Hizashi so close at hand it was risky. If the boy recognized Present Mic certain actions would have to be taken. Shouta didn't relish having to kill a friend of his son’s.
Hitoshi managed to get up and rush forward despite the fact his legs were still shaking. He was trying to reach the boy before he got too close. But again, his legs were too tired to get far. Hitoshi still managed a smile and tried to distract Kirishima from the adults with a loud greeting of his own, “KIRISHIMA!” he gave a happy wave as the other stopped a few feet in front of him, “What are you doing out here?”
Hizashi rushed to stand close to Shouta as he rushed to more firmly attach his wig, “Oh man, this could be bad.”
Shouta put a calming hand on his lover’s shoulder, “We don’t know if he’ll recognize you. Here, this might help.” Shouta dug a medical mask out of their training supply bag. It was part of their emergency aid kit. Hizashi didn't hesitate to unwrap it and put it on, “You have an illness, so make your voice sounded stuffed up. Despite your sickness you are here to support our son.”
“You really want to tell him about us?” Hizashi asked hesitantly
“We’ll just call you Michael.” Shouta offered an impish grin
They were drawn back to the boys when Hitoshi lost his battle with his shaking legs and collapsed into Kirishima’s arms, “Dude, are you alright?!”
“He’s just tired from training.” Shouta assured as both he and Hizashi approached to help their son, “We’ve been at it since dawn.”
“Wow, so manly!” Kirishima beamed with his sharp teeth. Once he was relieved of Hitoshi he gave a slight bow, “It’s good to see you again Aizawa-san.”
“You as well Kirishima-kun.” Shouta motioned to Hizashi as the other took Hitoshi over to a chair next to more water bottles, “This is my Partner, Michael.”
“It’s good to meet you sir.” Kirishima offered another bow
“Not so formal, please.” Hizashi’s voice sounded so different. Stuffy and weak like an actual sick person, “I’m not comfortable with it. We should all be friends right?” he coughed lightly
Kirishima frowned while Shouta fought to hide a grin, “Are you sure you should be out here si...Michael-san? You sound very unwell.”
“I’m always a little weak these days. It’s why I don’t leave the house much.” Hizashi slowly walked over to Shouta and leaned on his side, “But I just had to come with them. Hitoshi is working so hard to get ready for the Sports Festival.”
Kirishima looked like he might cry, “Family is important.” he nodded firmly
“We told him he shouldn't push himself.” Hitoshi said with a knowing twinkle in his eyes, “But he always insists on coming. Honestly, he protects me from my Dad. Without Pop I would probably be nothing but a pile of sweat.”
“You could handle it.” Shouta quipped with a dark smirk
“True.” Hitoshi smirked back
“Uh…” Kirishima looked between the two males
Hizashi laughed, “That’s my boys. Always trying to outdo each other.” he made his way over to Kirishima and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Here is an idea. How about a little match between Hitoshi and you? We’ll call it a day for training.” he leaned in and whispered something that Shouta couldn't hear
Whatever he said made Kirishima smile and nod, “Sounds good to me!” he shot Hitoshi another one of those sharp toothed grins of determination, “Let’s do this Aizawa!”
Shouta watched the boys get ready. Kirishima removed the short sleeved button up he had been wearing. Hitoshi tried to shake a good amount of feeling back into his legs and shoulders. Hizashi came slowly back over to lean on him, “What did you promise the boy?”
“An afternoon paid by me at the arcade with our son. I think the kid needs a break.” Shouta opened his mouth to argue but the grip on his arm tightened, “He is going to do fine. And even if he doesn't that might be better for his future Hero work. I always thought it was stupid to show so much of someone who might one day have so many enemies.” in a lower and more devious voice Hizashi whispered, “It’s how we’ve found so many Heroes after all.”
“Hitoshi knows the risks.We’ve talked about it.” Shouta sighed, “He says it’s not a reason to take a dive. He wants to prove he belongs in the Hero Classes.”
“And given what you’ve been through you can’t blame him.” Hizashi finished knowingly as the kids started their own fight. It had already been agreed by the two that it would be Quirk free. Simply a show of skill.
“No.”
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Hitoshi smiled as a small stuffed kitten fell into the Prize Shute. Kirishima lightly slapped him on his bruised shoulder, “Good job buddy! First try too.”
“Thanks.” Hitoshi slowly leaned down to collect the toy. It’s eyes were made of green marbles.
“Wanna try a fighting game?” Kirishima pointed to something with goblins on it
“I’ll watch you play.” Hitoshi said with a smile, “I’ve never really had a chance to try stuff like that before.”
“You mean you don’t play fighting games?” Kirishima asked as he got settled in front of the brightly colored control stick
“Or any games really.” Hitoshi’s smile turned bitter, “My birth parents didn't let me out much. And I never really got any special toys from them either.”
“Is Aizawa-san not your birth father?” Kirishima asked, not unkindly. He simply seemed curious.
“No. He and Pop saved me from those horrible people. They gave me the tools I needed to live my dreams and support me every step of the way.” Hitoshi focused on the game screen, “So, show me how the game works.”
To Kirishima’s credit he simply focused more on the game, “Right.”