I Might Die, But That's Alright - ShinKami - TransDenki

Chapter Ten

The two boys relaxed in bed for a while after the adults left. Hitoshi was hesitant to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but he knew that it would be addressed eventually—be it with his Dad and Pa around or without. They had been laying on the bed with Denki curled into the larger boys' warmth. They talked about anything that came to mind, Denki did most of the talking so Hitoshi opted to listen—the latter was perfectly ok with this arrangement.

Suddenly Denki stopped talking and the air around them grew thick. Hitoshi was staring into space, clearly deep in thought. He decided to break the overwhelming silence before it suffocated them both.

He took a deep breath and said what he hoped would explain, "I don't know why I did it." Hitoshi looked up at the sudden change of tone. "Did... what?" he slowly answered as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Denki gestured lamely to his arms. "Y'know. That." Hitoshi was about to say that he didn't know what Denki was going on about when a lightbulb finally went off in his brain. "Oh... this is gonna sound dumb," He warned lamely, "But... how do you not know why you do it? There must be an overall reason."

Suddenly Denki was thinking about the pros and cons of telling Hitoshi what was going on at home. He must have taken too long to find an answer because suddenly Hitoshi was spitting out apologies like it was the plague and refused to stop apologising well after Denki had stated that it was fine.

"I- I can't tell you. I didn't even mean for Aizawa or Bakugou to find out, I just can't ever keep my mouth shut. It's dumb anyway, you don't need to worry at all." He rolled over so he wasn't facing Hitoshi and let a silent tear fall out of his eye.

"You come to school most days bashed and bruised. You almost always have a limp. You try to hide all of the bruises and cuts under make-up and if you can't then you blame it on the hero training. You were fucking pregnant then noticed that you had miss-carried in the middle of lunch. How does any of that make you think that I don't need to worry about you? What makes you think that it is a dumb reason? If it makes you want to try to fling yourself on oncoming traffic right outside of fucking school and give everyone a heart attack—how does it not matter?

"It makes you carve up your arm and last night before you woke up you were thrashing around on the bed with tear pouring out of your eyes and you were saying stuff like 'Wait no get off' and 'Dad please stop'. You can't have all that shit happen to you and then tell me that it doesn't fucking matter, because it does. You fucking matter Denki Kaminari and I'm sick of watching you act like you don't." Hitoshi had gotten up off the bed during his rant and was standing at the foot of it while he stared down at Denki who had sat up against the headboard and pulled the blanket around him. They both had tear rolling down their faces and Denki was trying to hold back sob. Hitoshi angrily wiped away the tears. It was a major design floor that annoyed him to no end. Who thought it was a good idea to make humans cry when they were angry? They already have too many confusing emotions. So why the fuck?

He took in a deep breath through his nose and rubbed his hands into his eyes. "Shit... I'm so sorry Denki. I didn't mean to yell; it's just I hate seeing you hurt and you hurting yourself makes it worse. I just want to help but I can't if you don't let me in." he looked back at Denki and decided to change the subject. He offered a weak smile then said, "Got any breakfast requests?"

He got a glare in response and the smaller boy shrunk into himself. Hitoshi sighed and began to walk out of the bedroom, he looked back over his shoulder and said quietly, "I'm really sorry Denki. I'll give you some time to yourself; if you need anything I'll be in the living room." He then walked out of the room without shutting the door behind himself and walked into the kitchen to make a bunch of little pancakes.

Denki broke down into sobs in the bedroom, he did want to be comforted—who wouldn't, honestly—but he didn't want to talk to Hitoshi right now. He was just so... mad? Was he mad? He felt more sad then mad. Its just... why did Hitoshi have to yell?

Its your fault you idiot. If you weren't such a fuck up he wouldn't have gotten mad at you. And now he hates you.

Fucking useless piece of shit.

If you waited until we got home then you wouldn't have been caught by lover boy and we would be blissfully fucking dead.

Bloody useless idiot.

Hitoshi heard the cries that were coming from the smaller boy, but he decided that he would let Denki cry it out. Only when he heard the sobs worsen then there was movement then no sound at all—that's when he finally decided to go check on him.

"Denki?" he called out to the house, "You alright up there?" when he was met with complete silence apart from the creak of wood, he ran up the stairs into his room. Denki was in there—thank god—but he was doing something that Hitoshi wished he never had to witness.

"We need to set in line a system that will protect our students; after Bakugou's kidnapping and the multiple attacks make by the League of Villains, along with the fact that we need to find who the traitor is and this will help narrow down the options of who it could be." Aizawa sat in front of Nezu's desk proposing an idea that had no additional thought behind it other than protecting his students. All he knew was that he needed them safe. He hadn't thought so far as to know what exactly needed doing but he guessed that Nezu would know what to do, he had a knack for that.

Nezu looked into his mug of tea thoughtfully, "Yes." He agreed wistfully, "We do need something to be set up. Luckily in have had an idea bouncing around in my head for quite some time now. We will install student dormitories just there-" he pointed out of his large floor to ceiling windows to the large stretch of forest and mountains "-that way they will be just next to the main campus and we can keep a better eye on them all."

Aizawa nodded happily, he had one of his rare smiles on his face. "Of course," Nezu continued and Aizawa perked back up. "It will take convincing from the parents. Can you and Toshinori make the rounds?"

Aizawa nodded again and left the room. Time to give 'Zashi the good news. He walked into the teachers lounge and walked behind his husbands' chair, "Guess what Nezu just approved." He had his chin resting on Hizashi's shoulder and his arms wrapped around the taller man's chest. A delighted gasp escaped that human banana. Aizawa let out a happy hum against his neck, "and you know what's even better? He already had a plan for everything. If me and All Might can convince all of the parents then we will have the dorms ready for the second semester." He was perfectly giddy with the idea that his problem children will be protected by him and people that he trusts all the time rather then when they were under their supervision.

"You hear that Mighty Man?" Mic called across the room in the general direction of All Might's desk.

The stupidly tall man nodded in response, "Nezu just briefed me, why don't we do these things sooner than later? Start this afternoon?" Aizawa agreed and confirmed his husband would be home soon after school was out for the day to check on the two boys at home.

"How is young Kaminari?" All Might called back to them.

The two men looked to each other, "As good as he can he right now honestly. We can't put him into therapy without parental permission—he can see Hound Dog, but we don't think he would be comfortable with that." Hizashi rubbed that back of his heck and chuckled—a nervous tick that Hitoshi had adopted—before continuing, "We were honestly surprised that his parents let him stay with us at all. We're glad they did agree though—we did not want his staying in that house an-"

"It's time to stop talking about it now darling." Shouta lent back down to kiss Hizashi on the cheek to make him stop talking, he then walked over to his desk and began marking some stuff for his classes. Hizashi made a noise of apology and got back to work.