Little Miss Aizawa | Dadzawa [BOOK 2]

Chapter 10 - Sandpaper For Your Worries?

WARNINGS: beating up, blood, mention of death

Hanta was knee deep in wires and metal plates by the time the clock struck midnight. Music played quietly from his phone discarded somewhere in the mess, keeping his shoulders relaxed as he carefully filed away the excess material from his latest project. It was an arduous task, but making his pieces streamlined and lightweight was well worth it in the end, even if he did start falling asleep halfway through the process. 

It had been an exponentially long day, and there was nothing more Hanta wanted to do that curl up in bed. Alas, his racing thoughts led to an impatience to tugging at his insides, which ended with him sprawled out on his bedroom floor, surrounded by enough tiny gadgets to make even smaller devices.

So, you can imagine his surprise when he heard a knock at his door.

"Yeah?" He called quietly, acutely aware of the people asleep in the rooms either side. 

The door creaked open, and a head of purple hair peered inside.

"Hey." Hitoshi murmured, eyeing the mess on the floor (the spare parts, not Hanta). "Can I come in?"

Hanta cleared his throat, clearing a space with his foot. "Sure."

Hitoshi shuffled inside, the door closing after him with a small click. He stepped over the piles of scrap metal and dangerous looking appliances that really shouldn't be in a bedroom. He made it to the clear patch and sat down, groaning as he went. The aches and pains had relented slightly during the course of the day, but there was a persistent bruise on his knee that seemed unwilling to fade, no matter the painkillers used.

"What are you doing awake?" Hanta whispered, blowing the shavings from his sanding onto the floor. Hitoshi grimaced at the mess.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Hanta huffed a laugh. "Yeah, well, it's been a long day. Needed to clear my head."

Hitoshi hummed, looking around the curious looking mechanisms settled around them. "You made all this stuff?"

Hanta glanced at him. "Some of it." He gestured towards a pair of bracelets, each one slick and sculpted to fit Midoriya's wrists perfectly. The idea had been to recreate Melissa's technology to reduce the risk of physical damage whilst using One For All, but the downsizing process had been tricky, and he hadn't quite got it figured out yet.

All the same, Hitoshi picked up the bracelets and held them closer, a look of awe shining in his eyes. "Incredible. I didn't know you could make stuff like this." 

Hanta shrugged. "I had a lot of free time once I stopped hanging with the Bakusquad."

Hitoshi frowned at him. "Yeah. Izuku told me what happened with Bakugo. That really sucks."

Hanta chuckled, a grim smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, you can say that again."

"Wasn't he dating Kirishima?"

Hanta nodded. "Yeah. Kiri called it off when Bakugo got arrested. I don't think he every really got over it." He felt sort of bad for Kirishima, they were good friends after all, but he was half expecting something like this to come up with guy of Bakugo's temperament. His unchecked anger and lack of filter between his brain and lips was always going to be recipe for disaster - he just hadn't realised the extent of disaster it would turn out to be.

"And the others?" 

Hanta eyed him for a moment. Hitoshi was staring at the workings of a modification Hanta was making on his suit. Hanta grinned. "Mina is doing fine, if that's what you're wondering."