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Hizashi should have said something.
It was just a free day, Class A now in their second year was sitting in an open food court on a trip to the mall. He was there to cover for All-Might who was at a doctor's appointment.
One second he was just scanning around and with the sounds of twenty kids laughing and enjoying being kids.
The next Hizashi was moving, tackling Shouta and Midoriya down, yelling “Sniper, Floor!” He heard his students hit the floor.
He grunted as he felt the burning impact of what was likely to hit his left shoulder.
Dismissing it, he was quick to move, letting both Shouta and Midoriya crouch, keeping low he threw out orders, “Keep low, and try and get a message to Nedzu.”
“Huh, I guess we should have expected that heroes would be able to dodge,” an unknown voice muttered.
Hizashi looked up at it as a nondescript man with black hair and brown eyes, the kind of person your eyes would slide right over in the crowd. The rifle on his back was a clear sign of who he was.
This was suspicious in itself because Hizashi could feel something outside tugging on his own brain trying to make him not pay attention, which had to be a quirk.
Thankfully Hizashi was a wiz at working around mental quirks. Keeping his eyes to just the side of the man while keeping him in view, he was able to focus on him.
“Yeah~! We aren’t so bad at our job,” Hizashi throws to keep the villain’s attention, he could see Shouta was signing a plan for his class.
“Very well we can do this the hard way,” The man stated pulling out a pistol.
“So who hired you?” Shinsou called out, from where he was.
“No-” Shinsou’s quirk caught the man quickly.
“Put your guns down with the safety on,” was the quick order snapped out.
Shouta quickly crossed the distance and slapped cuffs on the unresponsive man.
Sirens began to get closer. They grated at his headache.
“I can’t believe Plan A worked,” Hizashi heard Kaminari muttering in disbelief.
“Overconfidence in his own abilities,” Midoriya muttered back.
“Dumbass,” Bakugou snorted.
Hizashi stood, hiding the wince as the possible-bullet wound pulled, he began doing a quick sweep for any accomplices hiding away in the bushes.
He logicked his continued silence as ‘It isn’t like they could do anything for it until the ambulance gets here anyway’.
Thankfully he didn’t find anyone lurking about, just some scared civilians that hit the ground too hard.
Apparently, a small child got a scrape from her panicked mother dropping to the ground. He soothed them and when the ambulance arrived, he was quick to lead them over.
Then there was an old lady who was having trouble breathing from the scare and he talked her through it. If his own heart was beating loudly in his ear, then it was for him to know.
Hizashi almost forgot the pain he was in so distracted by helping people.
He was fine, he could wait until the civilians and his students were seen. The ringing in his ears was just because of his tinnitus. He would be fine.
Then the police wanted an on-scene report on what happened, and then the press showed up because of course they would, and it wasn’t like Shouta could be the one to talk to them.
Keeping his usual persona up he charmed them and spun it. Ignoring the throbbing in his shoulder, and tingling in his fingers. It would be fine.
Hizashi, once the press backed off a bit, was able to wiggle away from them and was thankful that he was wearing his hero costume because he felt drenched in sweat and blood.
He was fine though, he just had to make it over to the paramedics. Just a little-
He felt a hand land on his shoulder,
his injured one.
It was like suddenly he was too present in his body, too present in the pain. Hizashi's vision goes white and he knows his knee is likely crumpled under him.
Shouta only wanted Hizashi's attention because the man looked pale and tired. He had reached out when Hizashi didn’t seem to hear him call out.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the man went down, and it was only Shouta's quick reaction that kept Hizashi’s quirk from destroying all the glass and from the man from face planting into the ground.
“Medic!” Shouta yelled as he propped Hizashi up, removing Hizashi’s jacket and revealing that the man had been walking around with a gunshot wound in his back. That was a lot of blood.
Hizashi came around a little as the medics dropped beside him, and the slurred “Sorry Shou,” was going to play on repeat in Shouta’s nightmares for a while.
He needed to let the paramedics do their jobs and he had kids to reassure, him because if this was going to give Shouta nightmares he was sure it was going to give his Hell Class ones as well. Please live. PleasePleaseIcan’tLoseYou.Please.
A soft hand on his arm, and a calm voice, “Snipe-sensei should be arriving in the next three minutes, you go with Mic-sensei to the hospital, sensei” blinking from where he had apparently got lost staring at the paramedics working to keep Hizashi alive.
Midoriya stood beside him, looking older, and knowing.
“We have this sensei,” Shinsou appeared on his other side, sounding too sombre and far too serious.
Whatever he was going to say was taken by Snipe arriving on the scene and the cursing from the paramedics.
“Fuck, the bullet is stuck in his scapula, we can’t heal him until we get that out, we need to go, he needs blood transfusions now.”
A light pushes from Shinsou and he was following after the paramedics.
They looked at him as if asking why they should allow him to come with them. He could have picked a multitude of reasons but the one he blurts out is.
“That is my husband.”
Hizashi was going to laugh when Shouta told him that after nearly a decade of them keeping their marriage quiet from even some of their friends, this was how it was being outed.
To the paramedics' credit, they didn’t even blink and allowed Shouta to climb into the ambulance.
He grabs Hizashi’s hand, and glancing back he knows he would later appreciate the stunned looks on his students' faces (other than Midoriya and Shinosu’s, maybe he’ll give them extra credit for being perceptive.) and all the professional faces. Snipe and Tsukauchi’s faces were going to be fun to describe to Hizashi later. He was going to survive, pleasepleaseplease.
Shouta doesn’t remember much else, just his silent prayers that Hizashi lives, when he gets to the hospital being brought to a private room so he could wait and change into spare scrubs. Then it is waiting in silence, dissociating because oh god he can’t lose Hizashi.
Nurses checked on him occasionally, gave him water and one even gave him a blanket.
He realizes how bad he is when he realizes Shinsou and Midoriya are also in the room. They are on either side of the door though, like guards.
Blinking, “When did you two get here?”
“A while ago sensei,” Shinsou yawned.
Shouta winced, what if he was so unaware that someone got in?
Midoriya must have seen that on his face, “It is okay, we have this. Kaachan and Shoto are watching the hallway. Snipe-sensei and Yagi-sensei set up guard rotations around the hospital. Nedzu and the other teachers are working with the police on figuring out who the target was and why. We have this handled sensei.”
“You always tell us to rely on others when it gets hard, rely on us Sensei,” Shinsou added.
Shouta felt a rush of pride, “Okay.”
Hours pass Midoriya and Shinsou don’t leave, but Todoroki and Bakugo get changed out for the rest of class two by two. They would peek their heads in and murmur quietly that they were here.
Someone brought his sleeping bag, and he was curled up in it.
Shinsou had pressed some jelly pouches into his hands at some point.
He might have slept, but he wasn’t sure.
Finally, a doctor walked into the room, “Husband of Hizashi Yamada?”
“Yes, I am Shouta Aizawa-Yamada,” Shouta was out of the sleeping bag and standing in front of the doctor.
The doctor nodded, “Yamada-san is stable. The bullet had shattered on impact and even with a magnetic quirk, it took a while to get all the shards. The blood loss didn’t help the matter. He is looking at a week in the hospital, so we can heal the damage properly as we prioritized removing the shrapnel and the blood loss, then months of physical therapy to get the full range of his shoulder again. Yamada-san is lucky in the sense that if the bullet went through the scapula where it hit, it could have affected his heart.”
Shouta breathes, he is alive.
“Understood, thank you, Doctor,” Shouta nodded.
“Yamada-san will be switched from post-op to here in an hour or so. Then he should wake up in the next 24 hours.” Shouta nods as the Doctor leaves.
Midoriya Izuku was right there to keep him standing, “We have you, sensei,” Shinsou Hitoshi is on his other side, and his fellow teachers could call him soft all they want. He pulls both of them into a hug because everyone is alive.
“I am giving Hizashi the lecture of a lifetime, who the fuck doesn’t tell people they have been shot and keep moving around,” Shouta mutters.
“A hero,” Izuku sounds like he knows too well for Shouta comfort.
Shouta leans back to look at Izuku, and Hitoshi is also giving a squinted look at Izuku, “Problem Child.”
“Humarise mission,” Izuku grimaces, “Shoto and Kaachan were furious that I forgot to mention I had been shot before the final fight.”
“Please don’t do that again,” Hitoshi demands.
Izuku gets a look in his eyes, and looks at Shouta, “But Present Mic could.” Ah, the look was ‘being a little shit’.
“I’ll inform him he can’t do that again as he is setting a bad example for you Problem Child,” Shouta replies dryly.
Izuku nods, and Shouta pulls them both in for another hug before letting them go.
“I should tell the class that Mic-sensei is out of surgery,” Izuku murmurs.
“I promised to message Midnight-sensei when we got the news.” Hitoshi sighed.
Shouta is left alone for a moment with his thoughts.
Everyone is alive.
Everyone is alive.
He would yell at Hizashi once the man was out of the hospital, but Shouta was so thankful Hizashi was alive to do so.