BNHA Littlespace Stories

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Hizashi gets burnt out and Aizawa takes it upon himself to give the little the care he needs.

Hizashi liked to think he could handle it. Working three jobs, keeping his house clean, making sure all the stray cats were well fed and taken care of. All while making sure he remained positive and upbeat, and most importantly true to himself.

Lately, that didn't feel like it was happening.

He hadn't been little in months.

Months! It was insane!

His loving husband mentioned it the other day, coming up beside him while he was getting ready for their job at UA, rubbing small circles on Hizashi's hip like he always did when he gets worried. Saying if he needed to take a few days off to relax and regress, Aizawa would make sure Nezu made arrangements.

But, stubbornly, Hizashi said he was fine. He had to be, this was what being a hero was all about wasn't it? Setting aside non-necessities to put others in need first?

But Hizashi was so tired, he couldn't pretend the darker than normal bags under his eyes weren't there, or the way his hair never shined like it used to. He barely had the energy to run his radio show either. He felt like he was hanging on by a single thread at this point.

All he had to do was make it to Friday. That was his only goal. If their city's crime rate wasn't going up any higher he promised to take the weekend off just to sleep... and maybe watch cartoons if he was up to it. He just needed to get to Friday.

... that was still three days away.

Hizashi tried not to cry as he ate Aizawa's beautifully made breakfast, just barely getting Aizawa to believe that his food simply brought him to tears with how good it tasted.

The look his husband gave him said he didn't quite think that was the reason. But the dark-haired male didn't push further.

They headed to school with minimal words exchanged.

Kayama mentioned how run-ragged he looked, and that had been his breaking point. He couldn't stop the little stomp that kicked into his foot. The flush of a pout coming onto his face before he could mask it with a fake smile. He didn't have the motivation to cover it up with a sassy attitude like he normally did.

So, instead, the teachers saw a suddenly grumpy Hizashi stomp away from them, muttering in a small voice about class starting soon.

Aizawa glanced at Nedzu, who looked at him with the same expression, and when everyone left to their respective classes, Aizawa stayed behind. He spoke sternly, leaving no room for negotiation. "I'm taking him home before he seriously hurts himself."

Thankfully, his boss was understanding. "I believe that would be best." Nedzu gave a dip if his chin, "you have my blessing."

Aizawa gave a curt nod before heading to Hizashi's class, letting Nedzu handle the late substitute calls. He needed to take his baby home, that was more important than anything.

On the other hand, several students shifted uncomfortably in their seats as they watched their teacher, who was normally cheery and enthusiastic, sluggishly move in front of the chalkboard. He was writing barely readable English with a jagged piece of chalk.

Hizashi continued to write despite his eyesight going blurrier, and his mind getting hazier. He tried to engage with his students but they all watched him with curious and concerned gazes.

He must look like a zombie to them. He sure felt like one. Fighting his mind from regressing and losing a few motor functions in the process.

He sighed. He was stressed out.