{presumed dead} Bnha

6

Aizawa Pov

Because of the villain attack, I find myself spending the night with none other than Hizashi.

"It's just like old times, eh, Shota!?" He booms. This is gonna be a long night. I lay my backup sleeping bag on the floor and curl up in it, trying to wind things down for the evening.

Hizashi doesn't take the hint.

He quickly calls Midnight, and she comes bursting into his apartment wielding snacks, dvds, and of course, alcohol. She must see me staring at the bottle warily, because her face breaks into a grin and hands me the vodka.

"Trust me buddy, you're gonna need some after today." My eyes narrow as I spot a familiar looking fabric poking out of her tote bag. Oh no, is that....?

"I BROUGHT THE MATCHING PAJAMA'S!!!" She excitedly yells, chucking the yellow pair at my face. Hizashi gets smacked with the red pair as Midnight grabs the blue pair. I humor them, knowing that they won't stop pestering me until I put them on.

We look ridiculous as we start a movie and drink the vodka, but there's an underlying tension everyone's trying to ignore. The thought that's running through all our brains;

What could've happened today?

It could've gone so much worse. My daughter could've been kidnapped, or even killed. Am I putting my daughter in more danger by not laying low? Will laying low be enough to protect her? Part of me knows the answer to these questions, but I can't bring myself to even think of not being in Tori's life for any period of time.

I'm so lost in my own thoughts that I don't even notice the end credits rolling until Midnight taps my shoulder with a worried look on her face. I just shake my head and in a stressed silence head to my sleeping bag. In the background I hear them whispering, but the events of the day have caught up to me. I'm asleep in seconds.

the next morning

I find myself in the same building as the day before. The white exterior looks no different, but I can feel the mood of everyone inside. A teachers kid just got boldly attacked, no wonder everyone's so somber.

I slowly make my way up to Nezu's office. The white rodent is in the same chair as yesterday, and offers one life changing sentence right when I walk in.

"I have a solution, Eraser Head."

Tori pov

I yawn, slowly stretching my wings and popping my back. I hear a small 'oof' as I accidentally smack Shinso in the face with my white wings.

"Oh shoot sorry, I forgot this isn't my room" I say sheepishly. I peer down at the arm wrapped around my lower waist. How the heck did I not notice that. My ears turn slightly pink as I look at our intwined legs and arms. 'Wait, we're just friends, no need to be embarassed' I chastise myself.

"yeah no worries." He mumbles, still half asleep.

Holy crap, his morning voice.

I feel his arm tug me back down from my upright position. I don't even think he notices he did that, or if he did he's not mentioning anything. I'm guessing it's the first option, as I hear light snores a second later. I snuggle into him, deciding to let him get his much needed rest.

I didn't even notice I dozed off until I open my eyes to see Shinso's mom snapping a photo of us. Still half asleep, I see her squeal, take another photo, and run out of the room. Now more alert, my face burns at the position we're in. Because of the massive wings on my back we're on our sides facing each other, with my face nuzzled in his neck. The blanket got kicked off in our sleep, putting our entangled legs on full display.

Oh shoot

I hear a muffled groan come from Shinso as he wakes up, looking all disoriented. He seems to notice our compromising position, because he suddenly goes ridged.

"Oh don't worry, your mom got a picture." I mumble. I hear him groan again, this time in embarrassment. He peels his arm off my waist, and I get a sudden jolt of disappointment at the missing warmth.

"I'll make pancakes, sound good?" He softly asks. I nod and fold my wings behind my back, adjusting my borrowed tank top. I stole this one from Shinso when I realized how comfortable mens undershirts can be, especially with my wings. It hangs loosely from my shoulders and easily pulls down so my wings can pop out. I'm also wearing a pair of black boxers, but thankfully I was the one who bought these. Dad about had a heart attack while doing laundry when he spotted a pair of men's boxers that were not his. I got lectured for a solid 5 minutes about it before I realized what the heck he was talking about.

The lavender haired boy gets up and stretches, revealing his toned abs. He has virtually the same outfit I have on, but just not quite as loose.

"Have you been training without me?" I jokingly pout. We've trained together nearly every other day for as long as I remember. He sheepishly grins and nods. No wonder he's been so worn out lately! Little do I know that he's been training with none other than my dad.

I follow his lead and get up to shower and brush my teeth. Once I'm out of the shower and shaking the moisture out of my short hair I smell a wonderful scent from the kitchen. Even without my quirk, my senses and instincts are above average, and right now I'm so glad they are.

Hitoshi is in middle of flipping the pancake when I pad up behind him. I wasn't trying to be sneaky, but I guess I was pretty quite because the second I start to speak he jumps out of his skin.

"Hey Shin-"

"JESUS CHRIST YOU SCARED ME" He yelps. Yes, he yelps. I start to laugh as he scowls at me, a grin tugging at his lips. Suddenly we both smell a burning scent.

"NOO THE PANCAKE" I cry out. He scrambles to save it, but it's too late.

"Uh, that one can be yours" He says as we stare at the charred lump. I grimace.

"Oh it's fine, you can have the first one" I offer.

"No I insist"

"No, I insist"

"No, I-"

We end up throwing that one out.

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