Shouto yawns, his mouth closed so his neck practically inflates with air. He rubs his eye some, watching Aizawa fill the sink shallowly with water.
"Come here," he nods to the side with his head and Shouto steps forward, his slippers scraping against the tile. Aizawa hands him a razor, clean and new and bright orange. Hizashi definitely picked it out. They'd already moisturized their faces, Aizawa said it would help to keep them from cutting their faces.
Todoroki had never been taught to shave. He had no clue what it was and Aizawa put himself in charge of teaching him.
"Put your hand out." Aizawa holds the can and points the nozzle at him. He sprays a blue gel into Shouto's hand, just a dollop, and then does the same in his own hand.
He spreads it on the lower half of his face, showing Shouto so he can follow. "You don't need to go past your cheekbones, and don't let the razor touch your scar so it won't tear."
"Okay," Shouto follows each movement until both of their faces are lathered and then Aizawa raises his steel grey razor to his jaw, pressing lightly downward.
"These things are sharp so we don't have to press hard. That's how you nick yourself." He finishes with half of his face before waiting for Shouto to do the same.
He raises the blade to his face, "Will it hurt?"
Aizawa shakes his head, eyes tired from it being early morning. "Only if you do it wrong. It's easy, I promise."
Something about pressing and scraping little square knives across his face didn't sit right with him. Knives were for cooking and attacking. Not hair removal.
He listens either way, he needs to learn this if he wants to 'Look like a model student', according to Aizawa. It runs down his face smoothly, picking up the shaving gel with it. He'd hardly had stubble, Hizashi had been fascinated that it grew in half and half, Aizawa said it needed to go.
He finishes his face with only one cut, right at the curve of his jawbone. But the stubble is gone and his face feels smooth. Aizawa helps him rinse the remaining gel off and then dries his face with a washcloth. They moisturize once again, and then Aizawa drags the scale from under the cabinet. "Step on."
Shouto kicks off his slippers, takes off his robe, and then steps onto the scale. It beeps once, and then the numbers go up to double digits, triple digits.
It settles at 112.
Aizawa lets out a troubled sigh, Shouto clenches a fist. He really is trying. He's trying so hard and the number never breaches the goal. He's been throwing up less and less and yet the number just won't go up.
Aizawa nudges Todoroki off of the scale and slides it back under the cabinet. "It's fine, you've been doing better at least. It's your body getting used to regular eating schedules and so it's stopped creating so much fat to keep you functioning. It'll be up next week, I'm sure."
That's what he said last week, when the scale was 118.
"I'm sorry," Shouto apologizes and Aizawa dismisses it, says it's unneeded. Shouto will never understand that.
"What do you want for breakfast? Gotta fit the criteria, so eggs for sure."
Shouto will never get that either. Why would he get to decide what they get to eat?
"I'll make something. Go change into your uniform."
"Okay."
Hizashi left for school early to patrol. Aizawa's been staring at the same card since they ran into the Todoroki siblings at the mall. He can hear Shouto brushing his teeth in the bathroom, there's coffee in front of him and he's nearly forgotten its presence.
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