Hero Family

A Silent Battle

Aizawa, Mic and Midnight sat in the silence that engulfed Aizawa's room. "Why didn't you tell me? That Shira was Kurogiri?" Midnight asked. All three heroes were on Aizawa's bed. "It was confidential." Mic said from were he laid, head resting on Aizawa's lap. "Confidential?! He was a brother to me too!" She growled. Oboro was like their energetic, overactive brother who would always act before thinking. "He's still Kurogiri, we were trying to bring Oboro back. Still are. We didn't want to keep it from you but we also didn't want to give you false hope." Aizawa's voice was flat, focused on stroking Mic's hair, no longer in its banana form, eyes tracing over the plain bedspread.

Midnight watched her brothers taking note of the grief in their eyes. "I'm not angry at you. Maybe we can visit him together." She sighed. They both nodded and all three moved under the covers. Within minutes all three had dozed off, clinging to each other.

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Midnight groaned as something nudged her side. Dragging her eyes open she turned onto her side as something whimpered. Instantly awake she looked up at Aizawa's pale, sweaty and tear stained face. Sitting up Midnight reached one hand out, resting it on Aizawa's shoulder, rubbing slowly, her other hand reaching over him to shove Mic trying to wake him up. "Sho? Wake up sweetie, you're alright." At the point Mic was awake and had already put his hearing aids in. "C'mon bud, it's just a dream, we're here."

Both heroes felt their hearts break as their baby brother let out a strangled sob, crying out for their lost brother. Several moments passed before Aizawa jolted awake, gasping for air, arms reaching out for something, anything, to hold onto. Midnight moved slowly in front of him, grabbing his hands and speaking in soft tones. "Sho baby, look at me sweetheart, everything's alright you need to slow your breathing." She murmured, bringing one of his hands to her chest, taking a deep breath. Aizawa couldn't help it, even as he grasped onto Midnight's hands, all he could hear was Oboro, sweet, caring, energetic Oboro, screaming at him, telling him that he should have died, that he was useless and everything that happened was his fault.

Mic hated this, hated seeing Shota's mind work against him. He slowly moulded himself against Aizawa's back, giving the underground hero enough time to pull away, humming softly carding his fingures through the silky black hair. Gradually Aizawa calmed his breathing, slumping against Mic's chest. "You alright now, Sho?" Mic asked, rubbing a hand against his abdomen. His only reply was a nod. Silence filled the room for a few moments before Aizawa spoke. "Nem, can you use your quirk? I don't wanna dream." Midnight doubted even Endeavour could deny the pleading look in the erasure hero's eyes. Smiling the heroine laid down, arms wide, waiting to for Aizawa to crawl into her embrace. "Of course. Come here my gekkō, my moonlight." With the pale hero situated in her arms, face against her neck, and the voice hero curled up behind him, she released her quirk, listening as their breathing deepened, tension draining from their bodies. "I love you, my sun, my moon, never forget that."