Shinsou And Erasermic Oneshots

Where Is He

Aizawa and Hizashi were worried sick. Hitoshi hadn't come home in three days, and none of his friends have seen him.

Aizawa reached for the coffee pot, neither of them had slept in two days, and Hizashi was only awake because of the 'worried father adrenaline' he was feeling.

There was a knock on the door, and Aizawa went to answer it. It was the police.

"Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada?" The officer spoke, both adults nodded, Hizashi going to the door with his husband.

"We've found Hitoshi Shinso..." The officer said.

"Well, where is he then?" Aizawa snipped.

"He's in the hospital. He's in critical condition, poor boy was half dead when we found him, battered up and bloody." Hizashi and Aizawa's blood ran cold.

"I'll let you go to be with your son, when he's able, bring him down to the station so we can question him." The officer then left.

The two parents quickly put their shoes on and got in the car, Aizawa driving them to the hospital.

They walked up to the front desk. "Is Hitoshi Shinso here?" Aizawa asked the woman up front, Hizashi's nerves too torn up to speak.

The nurse typed in the name on the computer, then looked up at them. "Room 3-C, he's recovering from intensive surgery, he's not seeing any visitors at this time."

"We're his parents, we'd like to see him." Aizawa insisted. He needed to see if Hitoshi was okay, he needed to confirm he was alright so both he and his husband could rest.

The nurse sighed. "alright, fine, follow me." She stood and led the two men to their son's room.

Hitoshi was on a ventilator, tubes and IV's sticking in him. Hizashi couldn't bare to see his son like this, he rushed to the nearest bathroom to throw up, Aizawa trying to keep his tears from escaping.

"Oh Hitoshi..." Aizawa went to him, running his hands through his son's hair. "What happened to you...?" He asked himself.

Hizashi soon returned, tears streaming down his face. "My poor baby." Hizashi sobbed.

A few hours later and the two adults continued to pace the room, waiting for their son to wake up. He was taken off the ventilator, he was breathing on his own now.

A few minutes later, and Hitoshi slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light. "Dad.. Papa..?" He called out quietly, his voice hoarse.

Both parents snapped their heads in the direction of his voice, rushing to him when they saw their son awake.

"Oh my god Toshi, what the hell happened to you? You scared us to death!" Hizashi cried, his body shaking.

Shota was trembling as he held his son, crying softly. "We were so worried Toshi, we thought we lost you."

Hitoshi didn't know how to react. He'd been living with his two fathers for three years now, but he never thought they truly cared about him. Seeing them so torn up because he'd been missing for three days had him crying, they did care. They loved him.

"I'm okay... I'm okay." He said, smiling for the first time in a long time.

~I figured you guys would want a chapter added to this, so here.~