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THIS FIC CONTAINS VIGILANTIES MANGA SPOILERS, AS WELL AS REGULAR MANGA SPOILERS.
“-and thats why its good to have a hero persona. Now, I want you guys to fill this out and-”
His lesson was cut short by the (very annoying) sound of the door rolling open and someone who was basically a human microphone walking in with a much, much too loud, “Hey, Sho’!”
“Its Eraser during school. Why are you here, im teaching.” He scolds, ignoring his students curious faces.
“Oh, calm down. I got you something.” Hizashi says, rolling his eyes and pulling something out from behind him. It was rather small, covered in light blue wrapping paper and a tiny yellow bow.
“Why couldn’t you wait until we got out of school? I see you everyday.”
Shouta was used to his husband’s little gifts, but he always gave it to him out of school. Plus, he was busy training a class of heroes.
God dammit ‘zashi.
The blonde smiles sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “I kind of just now remembered to give it to you? You always leave right after class, and I wanted you to open it here.”
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. Fine. Just give it here.”
The taller beams, doing just that.
The gift made a kind of clanking noise but Shouta paid it no mind, removing the bow and starting to pick of pieces of tape.
“Oh, before you do,” His husband interrupts. “Consider it a gift from Nemuri too.”
Okay, if he wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now. He narrows his eyes.
“Is this…” He mumbles, trailing off. Hizashi just grins.
Pulling the last bit of tape off, he unfolds it to reveal, drum roll please,
a fucking box.
“Really?”
“Just open it!”
And so he does. His class started whispering at some point, he wasn't paying enough attention to know exactly when they started, but he figured there was no harm in letting them.
He rips the box open and reaches in, pulling out a picture frame. It was a normal, standard black frame. Inside was an actual picture though.
Shouta bit his lip and his spouse laughs.
“I know, its crazy isn’t it?”
The picture was definitely an old one. It was on a roof, one Shouta immediately recognized as UA’s. On the right was Yamada, who was clearly holding the camera, except his hair was a lot shorter. He had a dopey grin on and was wearing his stupid fucking glasses and a UA student uniform. Meanwhile, his free arm was slung around someone’s shoulders, pulling the other closer.
On the far left was Shouta, hair not much shorter than it is now, in his UA uniform slurping a bunch of noodles. He was leaning away from the other two, but still not enough to completely get out of the picture. The most surprising thing though, was his under eyes. They were perfectly normal, much unlike the current Shouta’s.
And in the dead center, being held there by the blonde, was Shirakumo. He had his stupid, light blue wavy hair and his stupid blue eyes. Unlike the others, his blazer was unbuttoned, leaving his undershirt and tie exposed. He had his stupid Band-Aid on his nose, too. While one of his arms was squished between him and Hizashi, the other was holding up a peace sign.
“SHIRAKUMO!” Shouta screamed, watching a piece of rubble come down and crash into his friend’s head. “NO! SHIRAKUMO! NO WAY!”
He ran to his friend, only to be stopped when he remembered that there was a villain.
‘Shirakumo… Boss… I’m the only one standing!’ He realizes, dread filling him-
“Sho’? You’re crying.” His husband says softly, placing his hand on his shoulder.
Oh. He thinks idly as his vision blurs.
“I... think I need a moment.” He mutters and Hizashi chuckles.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s get you to the hallway, alright? Hey listeners, we’ll be back. Don’t worry about this grump, he’ll be fine.”
And, eventually, he would. Eventually, when his class would ask him what happened and tell him how freaky it was, he’d roll his eyes. Then, he’d give in and tell them about an old friend. One with a blinding smile, an energetic personality and a pair of yellow goggles.
One who was now unwillingly their enemy.