Black Tiger (EraserMic X Male reader)

Raw History

ThirdPOV:

"What happened?" The deep accented voice growled out across the phone. The two pro hero's had just laid their now resting boyfriend down on the couch and covered him up. They walked back into the kitchen, turned off the stove, and sat down both letting out long sighs. "It's been a while since he's had a panic attack that bad."

"Does he get them often?" The dark haired male said. His voice a little gruffer than usual.

"Not as much anymore. When he landed the teachin job it was like a curtain was pulled back lettin in the light again." Atsumi said raking his hands over his face. "So I'm guessin your Aizawa?"

"Yea," Shouta said with a nod. "Not exactly how I wanted to meet you."

"Same here," Hizashi's voice cut in. "As much as Kai's told us about you, were looking forward to seeing you in a different setting."

"From what he said earlier I'm goin to go ahead and assume he went ahead and jumped into the relationship with ya two?" The white haired man said while taking a sip of dark liquor. They both nodded. "Damn stray." He growled looking away from the camera.

"Right before the panic attack began he had got a message from the Principle asking him to go to his office first thing tomorrow." Shouta said

"Of course that's what it was," He looked back at the two confused men "Did that principle of yours tell Kai what he wanted to talk about?"

"Kai said he didn't say," Shouta shook his head "I asked him if something happened yesterday because he seemed upset after meeting with him. He spaced out for a few minutes after that and when I asked if he was alright he just broke down."

"He got lost in his thoughts again. He does that. Overthinks the bad things that can happen at any given point. We have always been given the losin hand. It's come natural for us to automatically think that everythin good in our life will just get up and leave us one day."

"He told me earlier that he met you at the orphanage he was sent to when he lost his brother," Shouta began "Did things get better from there for him or did they get worse?"

"That's not my story to tell," Atsumi said leaning back tapping his finger on his desk. "It's a long one. I can say that there were a few things that got better but the majority of it was still complete shit."

"He said that you took over your family business," Hizashi cut in curious.

"I was adopted when I turned fifteen." He shrugged. "They needed an heir and apparently I was the most qualified."

"He was never adopted?"

"No. My biggest regret was leavin him behind for the month after I was taken in. He spiraled down and the littlest things would set him off. The next time I saw him was at a shoppin complex. I went up to talk to him and see how he was doin. It ended up in an argument. A lot of property damage and physical injury later I realized that I needed him as much as he needed me. I convinced my new family to take him in as well and even though they said they had no intention of adoptin him he was allowed to stay."

"He mentioned destroying half of a shopping complex after losing control one day. Was that then?" Hizashi asked his eyebrow quirked up.

"Yea. Bout lost my arm too," Atsumi unbuttoned his red shirt and pulled out his right arm from its sleeve. At the shoulder a long this scar wrapped its way around the cuff and cut across his chest. Further down the scar wound its way to the elbow. "I think that's what calmed him down of all things. He still blames himself for it." He shrugged his shirt back on but left the buttons undone.