»Looking Out for You« Shinkami

Secrets be told

The dinner table was eerily quiet. Hizashi hardly spoke a word, only eyeing Shota from time to time as he slurped up a bite of his spaghetti.

Their daughter hardly seemed to see the tension, to focused on eating her own plate of dinner, though half of her sauce ended up on her face.

Shota raised an eyebrow at his husband. He waited for him to speak up considering something seemed to bother the blond man. "What?" He asked with his tone so quiet he wasn't sure Hizashi could even hear him. The only indication he got was the small eyeroll.

"You've been hanging around U.A alot more." Was his husband's response. He kept his eyes on his plate, not even looking at him. "And why would that be an issue?" Shota asked. And damnit, he wished he hadn't. Hizashi laughed coldly as he made eye contact with his husband.

"It's an issue when you don't tell me anything." Hizashi told, hand gripping his fork, and Shota could just imagine it stabbing his arm, hard. "It isn't anything serious." Shota muttered, twirling his fork in his noodles but made no attempt to actually take the bite with tension so thick it almost felt suffocating.

Hizashi took another bite of his own food, glaring at Shota with the sharpest dagger. Shota would've gotten up from his seat and left if that were an option with the position he was in. Sitting up with unfinished food with a pissed Hizashi was the perfect recipe for disaster.

"All done!" Eri chimed with a precious smile as she used her napkin to try and attempt to get all of the sauce off her face. Hizashi looked at their daughter with the kindest look and caring smile, it could give any man whiplash at the sudden change.

"Go wash up. You can go play or watch a cartoon before you get ready for bed later." Hizashi told, looking at Eri with a fond smile. The small girl was some kind of blessing for the both of them. Eri nodded with a smile, rushing out of her seat and towards the sink to clean off her face.

As soon as Eri had gone to her room Hizashi's friendly expression dropped to one of a glare while his lips were placed into a straight line.

Shota wanted to say something, but no words came to his tongue. He eyed his own plate, half eaten food seeming to look back at him tauntingly. He was too tired for this shit. "If there's something you have to tell me, you can tell me." Came Hizashi's words, more caring then frustrated, maybe concerned even.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, catching his attention. Hardly anyone texted him besides Hizashi when they were at work, but they weren't at work. In that case, it could only be one his students. He grabbed his phone regardless of the burning gaze that watched his every move like some kind of hawk.

Putting in his password to his phone was a simple movement of his fingers that were just a habit. His screen stung his eyes as he looked down at the small screen that he held in his hand.

Headache: Hitoshi agrees to whatever the heck you asked of him ;p

Ah, Kaminari.

He looked back towards his husband while clicking the power button on his phone to make the screen go dark. The text reminded him of the whole situation he placed upon himself for no good reason. Though, he would admit, he didn't regret his decision fully.

Hizashi sighed at his husbands silence. He pushed the chair back to get up and start cleaning the dirty dishes from dinners preparations and set up for Shota and Eri to enjoy. Teh screech of the chair seemed to knock whatever trance Shota was in away as he gazed at his husband.