Aizawa's POV.
Tuning out the crying cockatoo by my side muttering incoherent phrases, my thoughts wondered else where.
I remember barely making the jump, my ankle taking the brunt of my surprisingly reckless decision, limping towards Tsukachi with mother and son pair as he tried to mobilize the firefighters to do their damn job.
I remember swearing loudly as I almost tripped on a fucking pebble, barely sparing the human lie detector a look before stumbling into the ambulance where the pair were hurriedly collected from me by the frantic paramedic and hooked unto life support while I was given a watered down summary of their injuries.
The mother had stopped breathing a few times while being rushed to the hospital, hell the medics had given up on her till I activated my quirk and glared at them, promptly making them to work faster.
The boy was an entirely different case. He managed to be stable till both he and his mother were rushed into the ER where he promptly decided to let go of life and flatlined for a while six minutes.
The doctors had given up after two minutes, it took me two to plead (broke a few of his teeth during our conversation and threatened to break his jaw faster than security could make it ) with the guy before he had a successful attempt.
Now I was in no way empathic. Hizashi had that role to fulfill. I was the less caring, I don't give a Fick person but the boy had already found his way into my heart without doing absolutely anything.
And he's mother, she want supposed to survive the night and unfortunately, she met the expectations and flatlined with no hope of being resuscitated... Honestly it was a miracle that she survived long with several third degree burns, organ failure and while under watch she went into shock. They had to pull the plug.
"Shouta" Hizashi called, snapping me out of my inner monologue. I met his disappointed gaze, his yellow visors blocking the view of his honey brown eyes.
"I was worried" he said quietly, as of knowing I hadn't been listening to him all this while. I let out a sigh as I massaged my temple with my hands.
"Zashi-"
"You don't understand Shouta!" He interrupted. Surprisingly not using his quirk. I almost (keyword being almost) flinched at the use of my full name and not the overbearing nickname (which I secretly loved)
"Imagine how I felt when Tsukachi calls me to tell me that my husband ran into a burning building without thinking! A building that was collapsing quickly!.... " He said trailing of.
" Hitoshi just started calling you dad, Shouta." He trailed of. I couldn't help the guilt that stabbed at my heart at his words.
" It hasn't been up to a three years since we got him and he's already started letting us in" he continued. I clenched my fist by my side, secretly wishing that I could storm out so he didn't have the chance to emotionally manipulate me.
"You should see him every time you go undercover" he let out a humorless chuckle "he wouldn't want to leave the living room, just wait for his dad to come back home. " He continued.
" Hizashi-"
"Imagine how he felt, how we both felt hearing that the goddamn stubborn eraserhead had jumped into a burning building- hell imagine how I felt hearing my husband could have died-"
" HIZASHI!" I interrupted my fist clenching the white hospital sheets.
" You are a hero, I'm a hero. If what I do..... I can't see lives in danger and leave it that way. " I whispered quietly.
" We both know each time we step into the field there's a hundred percent chance we'd be targeted and won't end up coming back." I continued explaining calmly as I lifted my head up to meet his tearful gaze, guilt stabbing my heart at his pitiful expression but I steeled my nerves.
"The woman died. " I continued
"You can't save everyone-"
"But atleast I can die trying. "
" Shouta-"
" Hizashi" I interrupted. " Think about it for a second.... What if that boy I saved was Hitoshi? How would you feel knowing you could do something to save our son but instead your busy sitting hands in lap since you don't have the appropriate quirk for the job" I seethed , my voice low as I stared at him.
" Don't bring him into this-"
" You already did so" I interrupted trying my best to refrain a scowl from making a permanent appearance on my face for the rest of the day.
His expression on a normal day would have me smirking as I basked in my own sadistic tendencies but now, it did nothing but leave a deep gash on my black heart, which probably bled coffee.
"I'm taking Hitoshi" he said quietly. My eyes widened as realization bitch slapped me in the face.
"Zas-"
"I'm taking him," he interrupted, leaving no room for arguments. "I'm gonna spend a few days with Nemuri, to clear out my thoughts. " He continued.
"Obviously you're to busy working to think about taking care of our son"
" Zashi-"
" I'll come home when I've successfully cleared the thoughts of commiting murder from my head. " He continued ignoring me as he stood to his full length.
"Please don't put to much weight on your ankle. Don't try to cook anything, takeouts probably the best " he continued as he leaned down to peck my cheek.
I grabbed his wrist facing downwards. Unbelievable.
"I'm sorry" I whispered sadly.
"Please don't go Hizashi." I pleaded softly breaking out of my hard boiled persona to appease my cockatoo of a husband.
"You need to learn Shouta" he whispered.
"We all appreciate your work from behind the scenes but at times you need to think for yourself-"
"I don't fight a losing battle" I interrupted.
"Sho, if your truly sorry. Then you'd have to make me a promise. " I gazed into his eyes amazed at his steeled resolve and nodded albeit hesitantly.
"You have to come back to us Shouta. No more recklessness, no more of your self sacrifices. I don't think" he trailed of his voice breaking along with my heart " I don't think I'd be able to live without you" he continued.
I smacked my lips together, knowing that even if I was to open them like a fish on dry land I still wouldn't be able to say a word.
" Don't leave me like he did." He whispered, he's voice sounding broken. My chest stung as an image popped in my head, his smiling face, the day before everything went down.
Tugging down on his hand, I pulled him into me as we stayed, uncomfortable yes, ok the tiny hospital the only sound heard was his erratic breathing and the all sobs that escaped his lips
"Please Sho, don't leave me." He said, my heart breaking into more than a million pieces at the tone of his voice.
"I won't. " I promised, silently vowing within to fulfill my promise him. "You're not getting rid of me that easily" I said letting out a humorless chuckle.
