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Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He was also a teacher. So, sue him, if he saw a little boy on the other side of the road and came over to help him. It would be irrational to leave a small child on the street, who was obviously lost. He was pretty skinny, purple hair sticking into different directions, looking around the street. Aizawa opened his mouth to speak, but the kid noticed him.
"Hello, sir. Can you help my dad?"
Scratch that, the kid wasn't lost. He looked straight at Aizawa with his big purple eyes and lifted an eyebrow in question, then raising his hand to point at the house behind him.
"My dad fainted. Can you help him? Please."
Kid was definitely too calm for the situation he was describing, but who was Shouta to judge? He looked up at the house and then back to the kid, nodding.
"I can call an ambulance. Show me where he is."
Shouta followed the boy to the door, noticing that the kid was not rushing back or panicking, which definitely meant something. Was it usual for his dad to faint? Did he have health problems? But then, he should have had a medical button of sorts or whatever. Maybe he was an alcoholic? But the kid looked well dressed and well fed, so Aizawa shouldn’t judge his dad’s parenting skills too hard, at first. They came to the door and Shouta reached for the handle, but was stopped with a little hand on his leg.
"What's your name, sir?"
"Aizawa. Why?"
"My dad said that I can't let strangers in the house. I am Hitoshi." With that the kid, Hitoshi, lets him inside the house and Shouta sighs. This was not the meaning of "don't let the strangers in", but it was a rookie mistake for the first time parents. Aizawa follows Hitoshi and the kid looks confused, when they enter the kitchen. Shouta looks around the kitchen, noticing that it looks really nice, but not seeing any grown ups.
"Dad?"
"Toshi!" Aizawa turns around to see a tall blond man coming down the stairs in sweaty white tank top (that actually became see-through due to sweat and showed off man's nipple piercing) and tight leather pants. The blond has nice tattoo sleeves, going a bit up his neck, multiple piercings on his ears (and nipples!) and hearing aids. Man's glasses are a bit crooked on his pointy nose and a couple of blond strands are out of his high ponytail. Shouta can see sweat coming down the man's long neck and he can feel his ears going red. Damn.
He must have missed a couple of sentences, shamelessly staring at the man, because Hitoshi is now standing next to his father, who is crouching to be on the same level with the kid with a concerned pouty face. Damn.
"Aizawa-san?" Oh shit, the attractive man was looking at him now, standing up.
"Huh?" Very smooth. "Sorry, yes?"
"Hitoshi told me that he found you on the street?" Really? "I am sorry about the inconvenience, I hope you were not in a hurry."
"Dad saw a butterfly that flew in and fainted. He is scared of bugs. Enmotophobia."
"Entomophobia. And thank you, Hitoshi." The man scratches his neck in embarrassment and Shouta understands that all that sweat was from shock, because the blond looks a bit too pale for his liking. Not that it makes him less attractive, unfortunately.
"I wasn't in a hurry. Are you okay?"
"Huh?" The man (he really needs to know his name) meets his eyes and Aizawa feels his cheeks go a bit hot, because the blond has the most gorgeous eyes he's ever seen. This is just not fair. Shouta makes himself look to the side instead of green eyes with red pupils, which makes him think of olives. Damn, he loves olives too.
"Did you hit your head, when you fainted?" That sounded like Aizawa was calling the gorgeous man dumb.
"Oh. No, well, not hard enough. I think I'm fine, thank you. Ah, hey, I totally forgot to introduce myself there, huh? I am Yamada Hizashi. The man with phobia." Oh, Aizawa could name a couple of things that were a bit more interesting about Yamada, but his son was right there and Shouta was never a flirting type. He shakes Yamada’s hand, nodding.
“Aizawa Shouta.”
“Since you are not busy, Aizawa-san, could you do me a favor?” Shouta lifts his eyebrow in question. “Uh..This is awkward, but can you, please, check there, if the butterfly is still inside?” Yamada points at the kitchen counter, taking a small step back and Shouta nods. Well, if he isn’t the knight in shining armor, huh.
He goes to check on the butterfly, hiding a smirk from the way Hitoshi and his father were safely hiding behind the corner. Shouta checks the whole kitchen a couple of times and closes the window, before turning around.
“I think it left. You’re safe.”
“Oh thank god!” Yamada sighs with relief and finally steps into the kitchen. “Since you are not busy, would you like a cup of tea or coffee? For your help.”
“I didn’t help that much.” Just say yes, you pathetic loner. The voice in his head sounds suspiciously similar to Kayama. “But sure. And, just Aizawa is fine. I doubt I am much older than you. I am thirty.” The kid looks like he is five, the same age as most of Shouta’s kids in preschool and his dad looks around 28, if he would take a guess. His clothes, tattoos and piercing makes him look a bit younger, but Aizawa can see wrinkles around his eyes, because he’s been staring at the man like a creep.
“Then you are actually younger than me, yo! I just recently turned 31.” Close enough.
“Aizawa-san, don’t be sad about looking old. My Nana says that my dad just has a baby face without his mustache and he looks silly. But you actually look like a grown up.” Hitoshi nods and goes to get his cup from the table.
“Burned by an ankle biter.” Yamada sighs and smiles at Shouta, following his son.
“Dad, my hot chocolate is luke-warm chocolate now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.”
The two of them fall into chatter, making new hot chocolate and two cups of coffee. Hitoshi sits on a table, his legs dangling in the air and Shouta sits next to him, keeping his hand close to catch the kid if he falls. They have their drinks with chocolate cookies and Aizawa feels himself relaxing a bit. Even if Yamada seems a bit frantic and uses strange phrases that are a mix of japanese and english slang, he doesn’t find it annoying, Yamada actually seems like a pretty smart guy.
“No way, you are a preschool teacher?”
“I am. Why?”
“Cuz you look a bit scary.” The kid chirps in from where he is playing with his toys.
“Oi! That is not what I meant, Hitoshi.”
“If I look that scary, why did you ask me to help your dad then?”
“Cuz I am a brave boy.” Shouta huffs a laugh at that and Yamada reaches over to pat Hitoshi’s head.
“That you are, my lil man, but don’t go around calling people scary. Anyway, I meant it in a way that I was a teacher too! In high school, though, I was just an English teacher.” That explains the phrases and the slang then.
“You were? What do you do now?”
“I still teach English, but only as a private tutor. Mostly for uni students or high schoolers. I have my own radio show and a kid, so I can’t really teach full time anymore.”
“So you are..DJ or something like that?”
“Yeah, I am. Ya can hear me every Friday night from 1 to 5am on “Put Your Hands Up” radio!” That’s..something.
“I usually sleep at that time, like every other normal person.”
“Huh! Fair enough!” Yamada giggles and Shouta can’t help an easy smile on his own face.
They talk for another hour, until the coffee, both cups forgotten, gets cold and Aizawa leaves with Yamada’s phone number and a drawing from Hitoshi. Shouta comes home and finds some magnets to put Hitoshi’s cat drawing on a fridge, with his other drawings from kids and notices something on the back of the paper. He turns it to the other side to see big english letters.
“MY DAD IS SINGL! ! !"
Shouta blinks a couple of times, recalling that one time, when Hitoshi interrupted them to ask a question.
“Dad, how do you say that a person doesn’t have a partner in English?”
“Huh?” Yamada was a bit thrown off, stopping mid sentence to look at Hitoshi. “Oh. This person is single, baby. Why?”
“No reason.”
Shouta huffs leaning against the fridge door and silently laughing, telling his cheeks to cool off. He flips the paper and puts Hitoshi’s drawing on the fridge, before taking his phone out.
>> to Yamada
“Hey, it’s Aizawa Shouta, from the bug accident. What sort of coffee do you use, it was good”