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Maybe

"I have a proposition I think we could both agree on."

Hitoshi rose a brow, his own curiosity raising. The cat stayed cradled in his arms, seeming content as her tail swung from left to right in a slow manner, occasionally purring.

Silence formed in the empty classroom. If anyone could see them both, they'd think they were doing some kind of staring contest with how their eyes stayed locked on one another until one of them made some kind of move. It was as if there were two predators, not sure who was the prey was.

One more moment of staring, and Hitoshi nodded to listen for the other to continue what he had meant.

Clearing his throat, much to dry for his own taste, he began. "The day I first saw you, when Kaminari had begun to get sick." He started, voice tired and stern while his eyes stayed focus on Hitoshi, occasionally glancing his way towards his cat.

"I noticed your own weakened state." Those words seemed to touch a soft spot with the way Hitoshi was quick to try and respond with a protest. Eyebrows furrowed and mouth barley open before the black haired man talked before he could even think of what to say. "Though you seem fine now, your legs still shake when standing to long." Aizawa's mention caused Hitoshi to notice the strain in his own legs he hardly even took notice too.

"I'm not going to try and pry for an answer on why or if this was just the state you been in this whole time." He speaks with slight disgust. Hitoshi wondered why, though he didn't ask. Never ask questions. A voice whispered in his head. It felt foreign, though the words, familiar.

Hitoshi stayed in his own silence, only nodding with furrowed brows and a hand petting through the cats the soft fur in his own anxious affairs. The guardian angel didn't do much for any kind of verbal answer, only looking down to ignore the waiting gaze of the man who awaited a response that never came.

The silence started to become thick, like a tidal wave that was drowning him till Aizawa finally spoke up once more. "What I'm saying is that you look unhealthy. I don't know if Kaminari has mentioned it to you or not, but you look like you haven't eaten in days. Like you could collapse at any given moment." Aizawa spoke low and stern, eyes blocking any type of concern if he held any.

Hitoshi's eyes dared not to move from where they stared down at the floor. He could feel the gaze burn into him like stove top burning his hand. He swallowed a building lump in his throat.

Denki probably knew of his state. Honestly, Hitoshi was starting to look like he hadn't eaten in days. He wasn't even supposed to feel hunger or need food. Guardian angels don't need any type of self-care. They just had a job, a job you trained for, and a job you couldn't and shouldn't mess up.

If Denki noticed, he didn't mention it. Maybe he in trusted Hitoshi to say something, or maybe even do something to help himself. Then again, Hitoshi always said he wasn't human, so maybe it was just that Denki thought it was a normal thing for guardian angels. 

Or maybe he just didn't care.

If Aizawa didn't take a step closer towards him, he would've been stuck, spiraling. "My proposition to you, is to help you." He stated, eyes not leaving Hitoshi's form, eyeing the way he brushed his long pale fingers through the cats soft, though firm, fur. After, what felt like a minute to long, Hitoshi looked up at Aizawa, neck hunched uncomfortably.

"What would be in it for you?" Hitoshi found himself asking, the question slipping past his lips before he could think twice about it. All Aizawa did was raise a brow, the silence dragging on. "My only interests are that you do what you say you do." Aizawa's response was simple, but Hitoshi found himself still confused.