❤️‍🩹The Broken Spark🩹❤️‍ (Plus Commentary)

Chapter 10

(A/N  Caught in 4k ^  Just a little fluff to sooth the pain we went through while writing last chapter... I can't remember if I've used this pic for this story yet or not... oh well. My character design! If you want to use the pic, please give me credit!)

Hitoshi looked down, watching Denki grab his stuff. "Do you need help?" He asked.>

Denki shook his head, walking out of the room, "No thank you, I got it.">

"Okay," Shinsou replied, looking back up at the ceiling. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.>

He wandered down the hall until he made it to the guest room. Setting down his stuff, he laid on the bed before curling up under the covers and crying silently.>

Shinsou had counted thirty-one dots on the ceiling. Thirty-one dots, and thirty-one days to live...>

Back in the kitchen, Mic and Aizawa sat across from each other, silently. Mic finally spoke, "You think they're okay? That was a rough conversation.">

"I don't know, Hizashi," Aizawa answered, putting his head on the table. "I hope they are...">

He reached over, grabbing his husband's hand gently, "I think we should give them some time, and tomorrow we go out and do something fun? As a family.">

Aizawa sat back up, still holding Mic's hand. "That could help, but I don't know if they would be willing to." Aizawa replied, sighing.>

He shrugged, "We can always try. We won't go anywhere with a reservation or tickets, so if they decide they don't want to we can just cancel.">

"Yeah, let's do that." He answered.>

Aizawa and Mic went to the living room with Eri. "Hey little listener," Mic said, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Hi papa!" Eri said, giggling. "Will you play with me?" She asked.>

He smiled, "Sure kiddo, what do you wanna play?">

"Will you draw with me?" She asked, excitedly. She turned to Aizawa. "You too daddy?">

Aizawa smiled a small smile, "Yeah, we'll draw with you.">

Eri ran to her room and brought out a big tub full of crayons. She had a stack of papers balanced carefully on the crayon tub. She set everything down on the living room floor, then laid down on her stomach and started coloring.>

Aizawa laughed, lying down with her. He grabbed a piece of paper, and hunted down a pencil that was hidden in the tub of crayons. He started drawing, or at least trying to.>

Mic joined his husband and Eri on the floor. He dug through the crayons, hoping to find another pencil. Eventually, he settled for a teal crayon. He drew a stick figure with one sharp hair spike. "Hey Eri, can you guess who this is?" He asked.>

Eri looked up, before giggling, "It's you Papa!">

"Sure is!" Hizashi replied, grinning. He turned to Aizawa. "See the resemblance?" He asked, proudly.>

She laughed, "Yeah!">

Aizawa let out a small laugh. "It looks just like you, Hizashi." He looked over at the cat that was laying by the door, and attempted to draw it. He held up his drawing when he was done. "What do you think, Eri?" He questioned.>

She narrowed her eyes, "What is it?">

Mic giggled, "Yeah, hun. What is it?" He joked. He knew it was the cat, but he enjoyed embarrassing him.>

Aizawa poked at his husband, "Hey! I said I'd draw with you guys, I didn't say I was very good!">

"But what is it?" Eri repeated, still confused.>