Gravity Calls - EraserJoke

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After a few moments of investigation, Ryuki managed to detect Shota's location through the hoodie Itsuki thought he had on. In the rooftop it is.

Right after Ryuki mentioned his possible location, Itsuki found himself running as fast as his legs let him. All his heart wishing he got it right this time. Cursing to himself as the elevator was out of business, meaning if Shota is really there, he must've walked up the many stairs too.

What if he's walking himself to death? He shook his head excessively. This isn't the time for  'what-ifs'. Itsuki continue to run up the stairs, more than he'll ever get used to. Must've been easier if he was a hero training day-by-day catching villains. But no, he's a doctor, the only running he need to do was to the ER or patient room during emergency-not that there's so much distance between them.

As he reached the top stair, Itsuki pushed the door before him, revealing the rooftop. There sat Shota staring down to a polaroid print, not realizing Itsuki was around. The moment he knew was when Itsuki casually sat beside him saying, "You made a scene down there."

"Yeah?" was all he replied, showing no interest with Itsuki's existance.

"What's going on?" the doctor asked, lying his back against the concrete.

Shota stared up the sky as he took a deep breath. Itsuki noticed the portable oxygen tank beside him and was grateful that he considered bringing it in the first place-not that he's using it. Shota turned a soft smile at the stars above him, "You know, Tsuki? I'm strangely happy."

Itsuki hummed, "That's a good thing, but we really shouldn't be up here, you can catch a cold."

Instead, Shota showed him the polaroid he'd been staring to earlier of him and a high school kid wearing a greyish white weird scarf thing around his neck with Shota wearing the exact same thing. The boy looks happy. He was smiling widely with a hand gripping some parts of the hanging cloth as he pointed a peace sign to the camera. Shota had a soft smile on, a hand on top of his purple hair. The boy, Itsuki thought looks oddly familiar.

"I assume you know him? I saw him bleeding the floor yesterday," he uttered, "How is he?"

As Itsuki came to realize, his eyes soften, "You're the mentor aren't you?" Shota raised an eyebrow  in confusion, not knowing what he meant by that, "Hitoshi-kun, he really misses you."

"Yeah?" he mumbled.

"You're evil, Shota-san," the doctor muttered, looking straight to the concrete, "you avoid being a part of people's lives, but once you do, once their attached to you, you push them away." Shota turned his gaze to him then slightly nodded, "I guess you're right."

"That's not the point, you idiot."

...

"Good morning, class," Nemuri greeted, "starting from now on, I'll be your homeroom teacher." The students looked at each other, confused but non decide to say a word until a blue-haired boy raised his hand saying, "What about Aizawa-sensei?"

Nemuri seem to be thinking for a moment, she rubbed her chin with a fingertip before muttering, "Shota? I don't really know what happened to him."

Shinso who's sitting in the back row squinted his eyes. What do you mean you don't know?  But the purple-haired boy raised his shoulder indifferently, if there's any way he can know, it's by asking Aizawa in person.

So as the bell for break rings, he made his way to the teacher's lounge-only to find Allmight sitting in front of a computer-totally ignored as he was reading a book of teaching tips. Shinso knocked to the slightly opened door, causing Allmight to turn and see him, inviting him to come in.

"Young Shinso, what can I help you with?" he greeted, "Looks like you're catching up with the rest of the class." Shinso awkwardly grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um...Is Aizawa-sensei here?" he asked cautiously, "Our homeroom teacher changed."

"Nemuri-chan? I suppose she's just as good of a teacher."

Shinso shook his head excessively, "No, no that's not what I mean-" Allmight chuckled, lying a hand on his shoulder, "I know, I was just teasing you," he said, "You're so much like Aizawa-kun, too serious." Shinso awkwardly grinned before rubbing his neck again.

"I haven't seen him today either, you should ask Present-Mic, he should know," Allmight continued. Shinso nodded before performing a bow as he thanked him. Allmight hummed, the boy then walk out.

He wanted to look for Present-Mic right after, but break time was coming to an end. He rushed to class 1-A, not willing to be late on the first week of him being in the hero-course-Aizawa would kill him if he knew, especially for an excuse like 'I was just looking for you' which made no sense.

And so the class goes by, hours passed slower than he'd like it to be. Back then he imagined hero-course being so exciting. Instead, there he was listening to some lectures by Midnight. Must've been much better if Aizawa-sensei was the one teaching right now, they bonded through the months-not that there's so much expression out of that sleep-deprived teacher, but Shinso somehow enjoy spending time with him. Maybe it's because he's the first person who acknowledged his dream, or because they spent so much time together? He couldn't tell. But this needs to be done. The boy spent so much time on training just to enter this class. Not just his time, but Aizawa-sensei's day off-and all knows how that man treasures his day off.

As the class ends, he walked past all the other students, straight to the door until he was stopped by a call from Kaminari, "Hey Shinso! We're going to the arcade tonight, you should join us!" But the purple-haired boy quickly shook his head and reply a short "No". Not trying to be rude, but he remember saying how he have no intention of making friends, how is it so hard to understand?

And so he left, making his way to the teacher's lounge-again. He peeked through the slightly opened door. No one's in there. He sighed. Why is it so hard to find Mic-sensei? He remember him being everywhere everytime he wished him gone.

But a hand on his shoulder made him gasp. Regretting his earlier thought, he muttered, "He really is everywhere." but it was inaudible.

"Hey little listener, what are you doing?" Mic said, Shinso turned around. "Um..Sensei, you know where Aizawa-sensei is?"

"Shota? Oh right, sorry," he started, Shinso raised an eyebrow confused. "He quit his job and moved to Kyoto yesterday."

"You mean he stopped being a teacher?" Shinso asked, surprised.

"And hero."

"...oh," Shinso slightly nodded then looked down. "Right, thankyou, sensei, " he muttered before walking away, hands tucked to his pocket.