Answering the Call (bnha/mha x hxh)

Chapter 4

Third Person POV

"It will be good for you!" Touya said, exasperated.

"Lies."

Touya hid his face in his hands and suppressed the urge to scream. Touya had been living with Hitoshi for several weeks now. It was embarrassing that it had taken him this long to realize Hitoshi was not going to school.

Touya was thought dead, so he couldn't further his education, but he'd be damned if he let Hitoshi suffer the same fate.

Education was important, despite what the child might think.

"Hitoshi..." Touya sighed, "You should really consider going."

"Why? It's a waste of time."

Touya would admit that Hitoshi was relatively smart, but no matter how gifted a child is, they don't know everything.

"You can't stay in the warehouse and train for the rest of your life." Touya explained.

"And why not?" Hitoshi arched his brow.

Touya had felt it was his responsibility as the older of the two to make important decisions. He could tell that Hitoshi didn't like the change in authority.

"Because that's bad for you."

"Is it now? Can you explain how? I was of the sentiment that I was perfectly healthy."

Touya clenched his fist in frustration, fire licking his knuckles. "You might be in perfect physical health, but I meant mentally."

Hitoshi's face stretched into a slow smile, "I know."

Touya threw his hands up in the air, "You're so annoying." he huffed.

Hitoshi's smile didn't leave his face.

"Just... consider it?" Touya practically begged.

"For you? Of course."

Touya's eye twitched. "I'm going to the store, do you want anything?"

"Black hair dye. 2 boxes." Hitoshi responded.

Touya shrugged, "Alright."

Touya made his way over to their shared office turned bedroom. Hitoshi had access to his parents bank account, and was pulling out money every month (Hitoshi said he'd set up an online account or something, Touya didn't know the details) posing as his own uncle. Hitoshi had mentioned that he'd made up an uncle from the states whom he supposedly lived with now.

Touya wasn't sure how he'd created records for someone who didn't exist, but he knew by now not to question anything. The 'uncle' pulled money out as part of some kind of child support thing that Touya hadn't been given many details on.

Touya opened the desk drawer and pulled out a book. There was money hidden all over the warehouse, the money pressed between the pages of Touya's favorite book was simply the easiest to access.

Their bedroom was simple, they had two futons laid next to each other on the floor, and a small desk with a chair. They had no need for much more anyway, nor did Hitoshi's parents have an incredible amount of money. Therefore, they couldn't afford an incredible amount of furniture. The futons were bought, but the desk was found in the junkyard.

The majority of the money was going to electricity bills and food.

Touya was seriously considering getting a job.

He shoved the money in his pocket and made his way towards the warehouse exit.

He noted that Hitoshi was training, ruthlessly attacking the wooden dummy they'd created out of scraps. Touya shuddered, the kid may only be five, but god he was frightening when he wanted to be.