The Underground

Part 5

"Excuse me," the nurse was shocked to see Aizawa standing in front of her. She stood right up, gesturing as saying 'people like you will make me loose my fucking job, you moron' in the most gentle way possible. 

Aizawa rolled his eyes as he sighed. "Eraserhead, do you need anything? You're not supposed to be here, also the nurse handling you are in the second floor-" she panicked as her sight reach Aizawa's hands on the table, "Jeez, you're not supposed to take it off like that. You're going to make me loose my job." She gestured him to walk back to his room.

"Were you here last night when I came in?" He said. "Yes, why?" the nurse replied as they walk into the elevator that brings them to the second floor. "Were there a boy or am I hallucinating?" The nurse nodded, "the school boy?" Aizawa nodded in relief. "You know him? He was strange, he leaves when one of the nurses asked if he was okay." The elevator opened and they started walking through the corridor. But Aizawa didn't reply, it's almost like he's thinking. His response made the nurse worry, "Are you OK?" He nodded.

"So I assume you and anyone here wouldn't know where he is," he said, the nurse nodded. He sighed as they reach the room. There stand Hizashi and Nemuri sitting on the couch, seems like they're having a great time telling each other dumb jokes. Aizawa rolled his eyes as Hizashi stood up, pretending to be a 'super protective friend of the brat; Shota Aizawa'. "Ms. nurse I'm very sorry, I'll make sure he won't escape next time-" he turned to Aizawa, "bad Shota." He rubbed Aizawa's hair like a dog, Aizawa squint his eyes. 

The nurse giggled as she stuck the needle back to Aizawa's vein. "I'll try to ask if anyone saw him, don't even try to," she said as she squint her eyes forming a 'wanna be scary face'. Aizawa smirked, "thank you." The nurse went out of the room. Hizashi dragged his chair closer to Aizawa, "So, please describe the boy," he said as he hooked his glasses on his ear, grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket and started writing on his palm like a detective-except detectives don't write shit on their palm but ok. On his palm now written, 'AIZAWA'S SON LOOKS LIKE THIS!'

"I guess he got purple hair and he was wearing a middle school uniform but I don't remember which it was-not that I actually tried reading it," he said, "anyway, he look so young." Hizashi rolled his eyes and faked a drunk face, "and?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow, confused, "and what?" Hizashi sighed. "Really Shota? That's barely anything. There'd be thousands of lad with purple hair and a middle school uniform, and millions if he weren't wearing that damn uniform-not that I saw anyone purple in months, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" 

Aizawa nodded, "I'm not sure about this but I remember him having eye bags." Hizashi smirked as he tried to control a laugh. WHOHOO!!! Aizawa's son got eye bags!!! "Why are you looking at me like that, Zashi," it's a rethorical question.