My Hero Academia: The Next Generation Book 2

Chapter 40: Rekindling Fatherhood

~~{Hitoshi Shinso's POV}~~

I caught a glimpse of Suraki and Nosido's car passing by me on the road, causing me to stop in my tracks and watch them drive off. Our paths likely not to cross again because of my choices in the past. I have to say, it was strange to get a good look at him. It especially made me realise how much of my looks that kid got, same color hair. Similar facial structure, it was odd... Though he had his mom's eyes and freckles. Neither I or Satsuo had freckles, so I knew they were from Hirokiko...

Hirokiko... I haven't thought about her in awhile... I guess a day like this was inevitable, the truth would've been discovered eventually. So now is better than later... I wonder how she's dealing with all this, especially after what happened to her husband. My body was moving on its own at this point as I made my way home, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly as I let my thoughts run. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to try and get in touch with her... I need to make up for the bad I did to her, not to mention Nosido is going to need some sort of fatherly figure in his life... I turned right and made my way up some steps, stopping at the front door to the home i stayed in.

I guess I can't really call this place crappy, it's nicer than most homes in Musustafu with how crowded things are. Expensive as hell, but on a hero's paycheck you can afford lots of things. The elevator bell tone went off as the doors opened to a hallway that I now walked down to my door, I fiddled with the door handle. Feeling it was unlocked, I already knew who was home. Stepping inside and sighing. "Satsuo! You forgot to lock the damn door again."

"Fuck off." I glanced at the stairs when I heard him respond like that, letting out a soft chuckle and shaking my head. I made my way to the kitchen and set my keys on the counter, opening up the fridge and bending over to check inside. Some of the food inside was getting too old to really use as leftovers, so I shut the fridge door a little hard.

"How about I order take out or something for dinner, what do you want!" I didn't get a reply, instead I heard quiet thumps as Satsuo made his way down the stairs. He was wearing a black hoodie and some ripped jeans, on the hoodie was a logo of a metal band he listened to sometimes.

"You ever gonna cook something?"

"I will tomorrow, I have to get groceries. So, answer my question already. Okay?" He sighed softly, making his way over to the living room couch and hopping over the back to land in one of the seats.

"You pick, I don't really mind what we eat tonight."

"I'll order us some Ramen then and a few other things." He gave a slight wave to acknowledge my choice before I went over to the phone, taking it off its charger and dialing the takeout place I usually ordered from. After a minute or two of waiting, my call was picked up and I was able to order. I spent a few more minutes telling them my order before hanging up. Slipping my coat off and heading back to the front door so I could hand it up.

"Saw you and Nosido on the news today... Bet that's gonna stir up even more shit."

"Yyup, but what can I do. It was going to happen eventually." I went over to the couch and moved Satsuo's legs aside and let myself drop onto the other seat of the couch, rubbing my forehead and sighing. "I hate journalists..."

"Better than yelp reviewers." I let out a chuckle from that one, shaking my head and sighing.

"Well you're right about that... So... You and Nosido... Do you two talk often."

"Yeah, someone here has to get the family connected again..."

"Right... About that... I've been thinking about maybe talking to Hirokiko again, trying to get some semblance of forgiveness from her. I need to make it right with her."