Surprise?

Chapter Three

Shota looked at himself in the mirror and scoffed. He really dressed up to meet with Hizashi...
    Hizashi's text head lead to this, they had texted for only a day before deciding meeting in person would be better.
Shota sighed, this was happening. Seeing Hizashi after four years of absolutely no communication. He wanted to know Hizashi again, but everything bubbled, and mostly anger at himself, formed. Shota touched the bruise he had gotten on patrol, he had tried to cover it, but he still had no clue how to use makeup.
    Shota fixed the scarf around his neck, stood up, and walked out the bathroom.
    Hitoshi looked up from his puzzle he was working on with Nemuri, "Pretty," Hitoshi said offhandedly as he went back to his puzzle. 
     Shota let his eyes shift to Nemuri who was in fact staring at him too, the obscene comments just ready to burst from her mouth.
     Shota glared at her as he crouched in front of Hitoshi, "I'll be back soon," Shota gently rubbed Hitoshi's shoulder, "When I get back, let's go to the park, okay?"
     Hitoshi nodded and leaned against Shota for comfort, his little eyes still swollen from a small outburst earlier in the day.  Shota looked at Nemuri, "Make sure Auntie doesn't go in my room."
     Nemuri huffed, "It was justified, I knew you had some good clothes. I also knew, you were going to try and wear something raggedy!"
     Shota didn't buy it and she knew that. The nerve she had sometimes.
     "Okay." Hitoshi giggled weakly as Shota played with his hair.
     Shota stood up, this was it. This could go wrong in so many ways...

Shota entered the restaurant Hizashi had picked and he felt very underdressed. He hadn't realized it was supposed to be a fancy restaurant, this felt too much like a date. Shota walked over to Hizashi and tapped his shoulder.
Hizashi jumped, almost dropping his phone, "Geez Shota, scare a man half to death!"
Shota shrunk, maybe this was a mistake. It felt like he was being stared down at by Hizashi.
    Hizashi laughed quietly as he looked at Shota, "You look nice, finally learned to tame your curls?"
Shota felt a little relieved at Hizashi's attentiveness. He sat down and frowned a bit at the half empty glass of whiskey sitting next to Hizashi, but he didn't comment.
     Hizashi fidgeted with his hands, "I'm not sure what to say!" Hizashi laughed and drank the rest of it.
     Shota took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Hizashi, for everything I did when we were young."
Hizashi looked away from Shota, the grip on his glass tightened, "Really getting to the point, aren't we?"
Without the smile on his face, Hizashi didn't look as young. Hizashi called the waiter over and excitedly spoke, "Another whiskey on the rocks and a glass of water."
   He leaned back and looked at Shota, everything happy left this man. He was a husk of what he used to be, "Listen, we both went through Oboro's death," Hizashi looked down at his empty glass, "I dealt with it in my own ways, but I never stopped trying to be there for you. Shit happens and you made it shittier."
Hizashi looked up at Shota, he looked so angry. The anguish of a fifteen year old abandoned by his friend. "And you just left me."
      That felt like a stab into Shota's heart, the quiet quiver in Hizashi's voice made Shota shatter. Shota collected himself and looked away. He nodded and quietly, barely loud enough for his own ears, said "I know, I'm sorry. I've changed, I'm not a child anymore."
      He ran his hand behind his neck, this was going terribly and he only sat down just minutes ago. Hizashi smiled, "Glad you've matured enough to sincerely apologize when you've fucked up."
      Shota flinched a bit and looked away, Hizashi had never been so mean to him. Hizashi smiled when the waiter came back with their drinks. Hizashi looked sourly at Shota as he drank.
    Shota knew it was true but he had a son now, he couldn't teach him anything if he hadn't changed himself. Shota gripped his hair, it was too hot in here for this. Hizashi held eye contact with Shota as he downed the whiskey, Shota felt his eyes tearing up, he was a shitty person and he did this to his own friend.
       Shota bounced his leg, he couldn't breathe, this was a mistake, "I." Shota growled in frustration and closed his eyes. The sound of clattering silverware and talking was becoming to much. Hizashi set his glass down, the furrow in his brow. He was angry with Shota and Shota's eyes burned as a tear fell, just watching Hizashi being upset made him upset. He looked away and dug his nails into his palms, he was in public he needed to stop. Everytime he tried the faster he started to breath.
      "Shota?" Hizashi said quietly. Shota could hear Hizashi get up but he didn't know why. "Let's go outside."
     Shota looked up at Hizashi, cash was put on the table and his hand carefully grabbed Shota's hand. Shota followed, he didn't how to feel. How could Hizashi be nice to him after doing that?