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It was midnight, a tired boy yet awake watching a video in bed beside him. Shouta that had changed into regular attire after Izuku was doing well from his crying session Hizashi had to go for his weekend radio show. Izuku was thankful they didn't ask him about the scars on his body.
Shouta was just baggy clothe and sweatpants Hizashi brought for him. The hair pulls into a small bun unlike, Hizashi's hairstyle. Shouta bun style looks messier than when he did back at the cafe.
For a person who has zero care about eating unhealthy food, fruit pouch, he takes good care of his hair; he can see why Hizashi complained to him how Shouta was constantly tired but never tried to sleep maybe, he should make decaf coffee for him when his discharge from the hospital and feed his cats,
... His cats.
Izuku sits up, abruptly scaring Shouta from his grading. He just ignored Shouta and texted his neighbor. When he opened up his phone, Izuku put his arm on his eyes from the brightness before, looking through his chat. Fortunately, his neighbor has already fed his cats with a cute photo of the kid neighbor playing with his cats.
He sighs in relief that his felines are doing fine. He flopped back on the bed with Shouta saying "Problem child" in a hushed tone. Izuku pouted at him and continued his everyday life.
Nowadays, injuries aren't new to Shouta; he has seen it all in his underground career, nothing per se trauma that a therapy appointment can give. He saw what lies in the shadow more than not, ranging from robbery to human trafficking to what god knows what.
Hizashi uses Present Mic as his hero persona, a loveable, kind, funny, loud, and very extroverted vibes in public. He gets the job done without harming civilians. In some cases, Hizashi will go underground work, joining Shouta in some mission behind the curtain, and every time it clocks out, he'll snuggle up by his husband watching whatever lovesick story it had.
But sometimes there was too much even himself can't carry all the weight in his career; he sometimes encountered jumpers, more often than not, in all those lifeless eyes he met that was dull and void as it seems the string has finally worn out of use.
Like a puppet, their whole body goes limb - never have Shouta has seen that smile so peaceful and resign.
He managed to talk to them make them have a reason to stay, to have that one last hope. He wasn't the one to know society is messed up from top to bottom until now since quirks became a thing they, became obsessive about power reputation, becoming more greedier and quirkist.
He talks down many jumpers where a girl with an elegant feather as a quirk was forced into submission by their parent wanting their daughter to be a model and forced into marriage at a young age.
A mutant boy featured resemblance once a pre-quirk movie about an alien being an odd one out.
A cold case is when a young adult was locked because his quirk is too precious to let go making him bank money.
It was terrible seeing those lifeless puppet eyes that one saw so many that weren't supposed to know until a certain point of age.
He remembers those he saved and those who were too late to save, a young and quirkless boy who had done nothing wrong in this world, nothing the boy did, nothing outright illegal. Yet society says otherwise when the boy's body splatters onto the ground that wasn't high but, blood says otherwise. When he reached the boy just in time, his body was getting cold; Shouta held the boy so carefully and said assuring words to him. Trying to slow down the blood, He knew what it felt like to be helpless that you can't do anything but watch; the young boy smiled as if Shouta held the world just for him was enough.
When the ambulance came, the boy was long gone snuggling away in Shouta's lap. The memories still haunt him, even so, the people he saved from themself, occasionally sending a letter to him saying thank you or talking about their life.
Yet, now he sees those in Izuku's eyes when he first met him. While weren't lifeless sometimes, he'll see Izuku staring blankly at one view. And to some people, he may be dozing off because of work, however for Shouta from just a short of duration knowing, Izuku, he saw those types of eyes where one forget who they were and suddenly moves on carrying those broken self with them.
When he almost pushes everyone away after losing Oboro, if it weren't for Hizashi and Nemuri staying by his side during the ordeal, he wouldn't have moved on from Oboro's death.
Izuku stayed in the hospital for four days before being able to go back to his cafe; as of right now, he's leaning against Shouta's side since he's short, he will have to accommodate to his unfortunate height much, to his dismay. Izuku swallows a painkiller to numb the pain, not the worst Izuku felt more painful than this.
He felt a pair of arms lift him smelling like coffee and burnt wood that felt safe. While lightheaded, Izuku nuzzles his face onto the shoulder unbeknown to him; Shouta is glaring at Hizashi, his quirk in full force as if his glare can make a laser out of it.
"don't--"
"Then admit you're a softie to Izuku, and I will stop the blackmailing,"
"I sense bullshit in your sentence Zashi,"
"I'll stop for a few days, besides Nemuri and the whole staff knows about Izuku," he holds in surrender but, the smug facial tells otherwise. Shouta inhales slowly, remembering how the whole staff member pesters him the entire day about the kid he somehow got attached to when Hizashi let it slip.
At least Thirteen asked nicely about it when they wanted to see photos of Izuku in a pile of cats.
He also stares at one of the cameras he knows Nedzu put, hidden out of sight. If those two ever meet, even if Shouta does not want to be involved, Nedzu will rope him into this unintentionally or not.
It was straightforward with Izuku's discharge; they prescribed them painkillers for him if the pain bothered him. The doctor stated his lung was doing well with most of the slime in his lung already removed that were in his medical files and advised them to look after him to minimize any infection or second drowning that couldn't detect.
They said their thank you and went off to the car while Hizashi took the driver seat, Shouta on the other hand, was sitting in the back with Izuku in his lap.
Izuku was half-asleep and a bit childish playing with the hem of his capture weapon. He mummer a bit before staring at the street they're crossing.
He kept repeating until he decided to poke Shouta's cheek, Hizashi trying to hold his laughter and looking straight, Shouta grunting at the gestures. It was cute Izuku giggled at Shouta and couldn't but give a fond smile at the teen.
It was a quiet drive back to Izuku's cat cafe Hizashi humming along with the radio Shouta dozing off. It's was domestic with how casual they were that people mistake them as a couple bringing their child home.
Reaching the cafe, Shouta maneuvers a sleepy Izuku in his arms to open the door, carefully getting out of the car. Hizashi, the love of his life, has already turned the engine car off, gathering their stuff, and now trying to find the right keys to open the door.
He signs in relief with his legs making a satisfying noise when he stands.
Walking to the door, he can hear Hizashi whisper curses under his breathe fumbling, around the keys. By the 11th try, Hizashi manage to open the door with a soft yell "yes,"
Shouta smiles at his husband's antic and kisses him on the cheek when he is near him.
"You're a sap Shou,"
"Say that when you were clingy on me,"
"Hmm, sure maybe. one time when you were drunk, Shouta being all lovely Dovey on me,"
"Yeah, maybe Ill will do that when Izuku is not here,"
They moved inside the cafe with the bags beside the wall they would grab later. "Are you afraid that Izuku knows this stoic man is just a loveable bear? Because if so, you're a coward that won't admit,"
"No, I don't want to traumatize him with a person that can't keep their hands down for one sec,"
"Hey, now I can keep my hand to myself," putting his hand on his hip.
"We were almost caught by Nemuri in our apartment last time,"
"I thought you liked getting laid--"
"Hizashi," he warns a bit louder he's face blushing, looking down to see Izuku still sleeping grasping, a fistful of Shouta's shirt, and looking back at his husband with a glare.
"If you said one more word out your mouth, I will strangle you,"
Hizashi take it as a challenge with how his smirk at the blushing Shouta "Kinky, didn't know you have in you Shou~,"
"Your sleeping on the couch tonight,"
"Hey! this isn't your cafe,"
"It isn't but, I can make a logical excuse on why you shouldn't," Shouta huff and walked toward the stair to Izuku's bedroom and grateful he didn't need to hear his husband making sexual talk, thank you very much.
He hears Hizashi mumble something before walking to lock the door. Walking upstairs to his apartment, he made his way to a door unlocked as Shouta opened to a spacy room.
The cats' room at the far side with their bed with toys scattered on the floor, all the cat's ears perk up at the door, and a fluffy white Sora came at them meowing, at him pawing her paw on Shouta leg.
He lightly pushes Sora to move toward the bed in which Izuku sturred awake "Zawa-san?" his words slurred a bit and snuggling closer to Shouta.
"Izuku, go back to sleep," He settles him in bed before putting the cover to put on top of Izuku.
"Wha-what time is it,"
"It's about noon but, I suggest you go back to sleep,"
He slowly lay Izuku down when he tried to sit up. Izuku protested saying, he needed to clean the cafe and make new batches for tomorrow.
"No, you won't, Izuku. The doctor said you need to put off the workload until your wound starts healing," the cats went on the bed to snuggle their owner, Shouta pet the black tabby head when she wanted to be pet.
"Hizashi and I will clean the downstairs, you, however, need rest, and we have to watch over you in case something happen,"
Shouta walkup beside the bed and closed the curtain. Izuku, while still having a bit of energy. "You don-don't have to.."
Shouta looked back, and his breath hitched when he saw that hopeless eyes that he never wanted to see again.
The medicine he swallows makes him exhausted, but it does make Izuku more honest about his answer, plus adds the fact he hasn't slept more than 3 hours was just fact.
He was snapped out of his thought when Izuku spoke. his voice sounds like sandpaper. "I can take ca-care of myself, Aizawa-san," his yawn sounded like a kitten rubbing his eyes with one of his hands. He doesn't doubt if Hizashi ever saw this; he will never stop the teasing.
"I'm al-al-ready," he yawns Izuku, head drooping, Shouta crouch by Izuku, helping him to lie down. "An-ann adult,"
"What did you mean by that, Izuku, your still a teen. I remember when we first met, you were 15,"
Izuku shook his head, whining at the action, Shouta running his fingers through Izuku's curly hair soothing the green boy. He looks at the man, eyes seeing something else in front of him, Shouta notice.
Izuku faces first into his cat fur next to him. "I'm already an adult Zawa-a-san by the law," he mutters, voice getting weaker. "I ha-need to update docume-ent to get-stay here,"
Oh, that peak new info about Izuku. It was after they met that-Ignoring the tired Hizashi nagging him to go back to bed. He started digging files about Izuku, but when he searched for an Izuku, there wasn't any Izuku in any database about him because finding without more information will take time.
He sighs and continues to run his fingers through Izuku's hair until he falls asleep at some point, coos when Izuku leans into the touch trying, to get closer.
"Your nice Aizawa-san," His eyes were already closed, Shouta for his part, stayed silent when his guts told him there was more.
"People tend to be ni-nice to use me for their gain o-or hurt m-me--" a single tear falls out. He wipes the tear with his thumb.
"But you and Yamada-san are like 'honest kind' type," the small smile he gave to Shouta was genuine. "I wish I-i had me-meet you sooner..."
When Izuku's face even out, Shouta stands up and shakily moves his bang out of his eyes. He cared for Izuku in the ways it reminded him of himself and Oboro with his personality and all.
He laughed faintly at the thought. He might use Izuku's kitchen to make coffee since Izuku has a coffee maker.
He descended from the upstairs to downstairs to do the load of paperwork in need of coffee and was welcome with a sight that makes his life a tad better.
Hizashi's hair was in disarray, his golden lock hair spilling elegantly on his shoulder, his tinted glasses were on the couch. But what so funny, you may ask?
He was crouching on the chair holding a cucumber which he has no idea where he pulled it from, possibly from Izuku's kitchen; the light wasn't open when they last came here. He was poking the cucumber at the Siamese cat, who he remembers is Link, who is wiggling his butt and preparing to pounce on Hizashi's toe, he thinks firmly.
Shouta activates his quirk on Hizashi when the man screech at Link's claw.
"Zashi, your gonna give us a voiced complaint because of your screeching in the middle of the night because of a cat," He rubbed his eyes.
"No! You don't understand this demon have been bitting my feet and climbing on my hair with his claw for the last 8 minutes,"
Link meow at him, looking offended when he said it. He swipes his paw at him, almost making the chair fall. Shouta was ecstatic watching this chaos unfold.
He felt a weight latching on his pant; he glances to see the black tabby cat that blinks at him. Shouta returns the blink at the kitten picking her up, barely an inch from his face.
"Your the energetic kitten, aren't you?" the cat slowly put her black paws on his nose purring, extensively.
That is why he favors felines over other species there, way more calm, collective, and darn bastards. In his opinion, cats are superior.
He and Hizashi's eyes met, and with a sadistic smile, he put the tabby on his shoulder and signed. "This is karma when you almost made me late for work cuz my leg wouldn't stand,"
He walks away from Hizashi ignoring, the pleading proceeds to open the cupboard where Izuku stores his coffee bean/powder by designed place.
"Huh, isn't this the famous coffee that sold out?" Shouta grabbed the container looking at the label and, was surprised it was the exact one he intended to buy. Damn, maybe he can ask Izuku when he wakes up; he wants to have some at home.
A loud thump on the ground, the chair also fell with the addition of curse words by Hizashi. "By all god Irene or so help me-" he can hear him screaming every word in English this time.
"suffer," Shouta thought.
He continues to make the coffee with the tabby eyeing him. When morning with Izuku comes down to fix up breakfast, the sight of Shouta petting the cats and marking his paperwork also looks smugly fascinated at Hizashi leaning against him, crying and ranting on how the cat 'Link' is a demon.
"He tried to scratch me between my leg Shou," the man holding his husband close.
Who have scratches and bite marks all over his legs from where he saw him wearing short. Link head butting his leg, purring happily. A sight indeed, maybe he hasn't had coffee yet, yeah perhaps that was it.