Little Miss Aizawa | Dadzawa [BOOK 2]

Chapter 4 - So Far Out of Reach

Hanta dragged himself into the kitchen, making straight for the coffee pot stewing beside the sink.

"You look like shit."

Hanta grunted something at Neito's remark but the tiredness in his bones forced him to choose caffeine over retaliation. He could feel a pair of eyes follow him across the kitchen, and a quick glance told him that Hizashi was studying him over the brim of his mug. Hanta hummed questioningly.

"You were home late." Hizashi spoke slow, calculated. Hanta immediately noticed the trap.

"Study group. Lost track of time."

"Oh? With who?"

Hanta brought the coffee up to his lips and narrowed his eyes at his father. "A few friends. Why?"

"Kaminari stopped by after school." Hizashi carried on, opting to study a student's homework to relax the tension of the sudden interrogation.

Hanta bit his lip. "I know."

"That's good." Hizashi nodded. "You got the misunderstanding cleared up, then?"

Neito sent a pointed look towards Midoriya.

Hanta shifted against the counter. "Yep. All sorted."

Hizashi lay the paper flat on the table, folding his hands in his lap, staring Hanta down. "That's good."

Hizashi's gaze didn't waver. Hanta shifted uncomfortably. Neito and Midoriya stared at the table, waiting for one of them to break. In the end, Hizashi cleared his throat and rose from his seat, placing his cup and plate into the sink before heading out into the hall.

"I'll see you guys later!" He called, tucking his papers and books into a bag. "I'm expecting you all for dinner tonight, right?" He poked his head back in, surveying the couple of nods. "Ace!" He grinned, "See y'all later!" And with that, he was out the door.

"You lying little shit." Neito hissed, narrowing in on Hanta.

"Neito!" Midoriya exclaimed, yet still frowned at Hanta. "Seriously, though?"

"Oh, back off." Hanta grumbled, turning away from them and facing out the window above the sink. "I have stuff going on. We all do."

"Yeah, but I'm placing my bets on what you're doing is stupid and dangerous." Neito growled, rising from his seat to stand right behind Hanta.

"Right, because it's not as if you're going behind Pa's back and trying to track down a kidnapping serial killer that has been off the grid for almost a year and is likely not even in the damn country." Hanta slowly turned around, mug raised to his lips as he took a long sip, not once breaking eye contact with the blond.

"Stop." Midoriya clamped a hand down on both their shoulders, holding them in place with the superhuman strength that had been the cause of uproar within the Hero community. "We can't afford to be fighting. Especially not now. Hizashi is under enough stress as it is, we don't need to go worrying him more than three teenage boys do already."

"Hanta," Midoriya continued, green eyes boring into black, "I don't know what you're doing, but please. We can't lose somebody else."

Hanta brought his lip between his teeth, eyes narrowing as his gaze flicked between them. In the end, he shook his head. "When I can tell you, I will. Just not yet." He manoeuvred around Midoriya and slunk through the door.

Neito and Midoriya stood in silence as they listened to his footsteps disappearing up the stairs and into his room.

"You think he's in trouble?" Neito asked, slowly, carefully, as if hiding the fact he didn't truly want to know the answer.