»Looking Out for You« Shinkami

Let's get physical!

Three day's later, Aizawa had sent a location for Hitoshi to go to after the school day was over.

Hitoshi would be lying if he said he didn't have any problem with Denki hanging out in the dorms without him around. The amount of "are you sure" and "I don't have to do it" would be a rather big amount. Hitoshi would also be lying if he said it was easy to say no to Denki.

Golden eyes stared up at him as he gave him a reassuring smile. He spoke so softly it made Hitoshi wonder if this were all a dream. Guardian angels don't get dreams. It was rare Denki spoke in such a way, though when he did it was as if he casted a spell upon him. 

"You were just saying how you've been meaning to get back your strength. Don't let me hold you back."

It would've been fine at that, though Denki winked up at him and he would hate to admit how that made him feel. It also made him awfully aware of how close they were standing.

After all that, Hitoshi flew from the small balcony. Cold wind blew against his face and blew his hair around. The sun was just starting to set, though this time around, it gave off hardly any warmth to the guardian angel.

He didn't realize he missed flying that much until he started again. The wind blowing against him while he soared the sky, it all felt so freeing. It made Hitoshi think of Denki. As did everything he supposes.

Denki was never that good when it came to being cooped up somewhere. He got restless and often couldn't get a full night's rest due to it. Though it was a quick thought, Hitoshi made note to try and make sure Denki got out and went to go do something, whether he went out with friends or just him and Hitoshi.

The guardian angel looked down at the blond's phone, as it was the only way Hitoshi would actually know where he was going. Denki had a bright yellow phone case That felt cheap and plasticky, but it did the job at protecting the device, nonetheless.

Hitoshi looks down and sees cars in the road. Some honk in annoyance of the work traffic at that hour, while some people walk on the sidewalk, either with someone or not. 

It doesn't take long for Hitoshi to arrive at the location that was sent. It was a simple beach, with hardly anyone around sense the cold winds became even stronger around these parts. He spotted Aizawa, who's arms were crossed as he looked around lazily.

When Hitoshi landed, Aizawa looked at him and raised a brow his way. "So, you actually came." Aizawa stated, stuffing his hands in his pockets as a gust of wind blew both of their hair. "Yeah?" Hitoshi spoke, though it sounded as if he were saying it as a question.

"Alright. You see that small storage room over there?" Aizawa asked. He pointed towards a small little storage room that looked like a human sized doghouse that was placed in the sand quite far from where they stood.

"Fly there and come back to me, twenty times." Hitoshi stares at Aizawa with a look of disbelief. "What?" Aizawa only smirks at his response, seeming to find the whole thing amusing. "Twenty-five?" Aizawa goes on.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Hitoshi mutters, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear regardless of the wind that made his ears pop. "Do you want it to be thirty-five?" With Aizawa's proposal, Hitoshi's eyes go wide for a moment or two.

"Twenty-five, go." And with that, Hitoshi rolled his eyes and went off, wings taking him off into the air. 

Aizawa watches and examines his speed, his form and the length of his wings. Aizawa breaths in the cold air that floods into his lungs. It smelt like salt water and fish, and though the smell isn't always preferred, the older man didn't find himself minding it all that much.

He watched as Hitoshi went back and forth, causing a big gust of wind each time he flew by Aizawa. By the time Hitoshi was actually done Aizawa made him start running back ten times. And after that, push-ups.

It was straining and made his muscles shake and ache. The more he moved the more he shook. It was familiar, things he's done in the past while doing his own training before. There was hardly a difference besides the person who was instructing him.

Aizawa wasn't one to throw out encouraging words or give praise. He only looked at him, seeming to know exactly what his weak points were and what his strengths were. He gave corrections to his form, his breathing, and speed of his movements.

Hitoshi mainly stayed silent, giving mild complaints over certain things and grunting each time he felt painfully strained.

Aizawa was able to dictate what strength had been weakened and which ones hadn't. Regardless of him being in a weaker state it seemed, he'd definitely had more of a muscle build beforehand, so getting back his strength should be easier.

Or so Aizawa hoped.

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By the time Aizawa had declared them done for that day, Hitoshi had built up a sweat. His knees were forced straight even if his legs ached.

Their goodbye's weren't really a goodbye. All they really did was look at each for a moment, as if staring was a way of speaking. 

When Hitoshi flew off, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, though he didn't look back to see. The sun was hardly showing itself, the sky that was once like an orange glow was now becoming a deep and darkening blue.

By the time Hitoshi made it back to the dorms, he felt like crumbling to the floor. 

Any anxiety he had before about leaving Denki alone in the dorms had been long gone once he started to feel the strain of it all. But Denki sitting at his desk with a bored expression on his face while he tried to do homework made Hitoshi sigh out with relief. He didn't expect anything bad to happen to Denki, but he also did.

Entering the room from the balcony window caused Denki's head to turn to see him. As soon as Denki's eyes met his, he gave Hitoshi a smile he could only describe as beautiful. It wasn't big, only a stretch of his lips, but it was kind, comforting, even. 

"Your back! I wasn't sure when you'd be back sense the sun is practically gone." Denki started, clearly happy to see Hitoshi and have something to do instead of homework. Probably was a good thing Denki didn't have his phone with him.

Hitoshi only hummed in a silent response, closing the balcony door. "Ew, your clothes look moist." The blond pointed out, scrunching up his nose. "We should really find a way to get you more clothes." He added.

The guardian angel only huffed a laugh but nodding in agreement. The memory of only wearing boxers in Denki's dorm room while they waited for his clothes to be done washing coming into mind. A memory that'd haunt him.

The blond got up from where he sat to let Hitoshi sit down, and he gladly did so. He exhaled, closing his eyes, letting his body relax for now. He ignored his hunger for now, making a mental note to get something in a moment.

But he was never able to, because according to Denki, he fell asleep in almost an instant. 

A/N I know this chapter may be a lil shorter, but I plan to have a time skip or two next chapter to get things going! I cannot tell you how excited I am for upcoming chapters! I promise it's gunna get GOOD!