Little Miss Aizawa | Dadzawa [BOOK 2]

Chapter 23 - An Eye For An Eye

WARNINGS: choking

"I gotta admit, kid," Hizashi's voice was tense, uncharacteristically low, "this is the last thing I thought I'd be doing today." 

Hanta only managed to spare him a glance, huddling closer to the ground. "Yeah?" He could hardly hear himself speaking, what with the earplugs his pa had insisted he wore. Hanta had seen plenty of his battles before, but only through the safety of a TV screen, and usually broadcasted from a safe distance. Now, though, the Voice Quirk was proving itself to be on another power level than he'd initially thought. 

And the lesson learned: don't underestimate Pa. 

"Yeah." Hizashi muttered, glancing into the broken wingmirror he'd positioned just above their heads, gifting them sight of the street the other side of the car they were hunkered down behind. 

The explosion had sounded like it came from the next street over, but the flash of light had Hizashi's hand automatically gripping Hanta and dragging him out of harms way. 

The silence afterwards was unsettling, and Hanta fidgeted with his hands. Maybe this had been a mistake. The chances they were walking straight into a trap were unfairly high. He should have listened to Hizashi and stayed home. Should have let the Pros handle it. He was so out of his depth it wasn't even funny. Man, he just-

"Hey." Hizashi nudged his shoulder. "This isn't the time to be getting cold feet."

"I- I'm not!" Hanta hissed indignantly.

Hizashi offered a smile. "First missions are always nerve wracking. You'll do just fine."

Hanta scoffed. "This is far from my first mission."

Any chance of a retort was swiftly cut off by the sound of a metallic thud, followed by the blearing of a car alarm. Hanta froze, eyes blown wide behind the ringed mask. Hizashi shot him a look, pressing a finger to his lips, the universal signal for shut the hell up.

Agonisingly slowly, Hizashi raised the mirror again.

Hanta felt sick when two crimson crosses stared right back at them. 

"Shit!" Hizashi had to grab his arm and drag him away because all that was processing in Hanta's mind was the fact that Red Crossed was right there breathing down their necks and they didn't even notice what the actual hell is going-

"Hello." 

Hizashi flinched. It may have been Shota's face beneath that mask, but it sure as hell wasn't his voice. 

"H- Hi." Hanta, against his better judgement, responded. Red Crossed tilted their head ever so slightly towards him, but it was enough to make a shiver run down his spine. 

"Shota." Hizashi said, more boldly than Hanta could manage in that moment. Chasing down mysterious allies and petty criminals was one thing, but this... this was his adoptive father. He couldn't hurt him, he couldn't fight him, hell, he could barely even look at him.

Red's head leaned almost ninety degrees to the side. Hanta winced. That must have hurt. 

"Who?" The distorted voice was back, this time with a harrowing message hidden within the three letters of a single word. 

That wasn't Shota Aizawa behind those eyes. 

Hizashi pressed his lips together. "You." He said, desperately trying to hide the trembling in his voice. That was his husband. The man he'd been in love with since they were teenagers. The man he'd adopted four kids with - well, basically five now. Hell, they had an army of cats waiting for him to come home. He had a family. He had Hizashi. "You- Your name is Shota Aizawa." He could feel his Quirk rumbling in his throat, threatening to spill.