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Quiet Uptown - Shouta Aizawa

Striding down the white, sterile halls of Central Hospital, clutching a small vase of bright yellow flowers, I maneuver around rushing doctors and busy nurses, attempting to locate his room number.

"218, 219, 220..." I mumble under my breath. "Ah! 225." Approaching the grey door, I pull down the door handle and push it forward, poking my head into the room just enough to spot Shota lying in bed, seemingly asleep. Looping around the door, and closing it softly behind me, I pace over to his bedside table, placing the vase close to the bed. Watching the steady rising and falling of his chest, I perch myself on the edge of the chair nearby, deciding to let him sleep some more. I take in his worn face, the small permanent scar underneath his left eye from the USJ incident barely visible under the heavy bandages, his lower face covered with dark stubble. I also glance down at his leg, bandages wrapped tightly around his knee, where the rest of his leg should have been. Biting my lip, I suppress a sob, allowing small tears to slip down my cheeks, slowly soaking the top of my shirt. Why did this have to happen? Why does this continue to happen? I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing out more tears as I tilt my head down, pressing my hand to my face.

"Y/N..?" A hoarse, low and gruff voice brings my attention back up. Opening my eyes, I see his tired ones staring weakly back.

"Shouta...did I wake you? I-I'm sorry, I thought you should get some more rest so I left you be."

"You didn't wake me, I was just resting my eyes for a moment." I nod, not fully convinced by his words. "Hey..." I met his gaze again. "Come here." He lifts the arm closest to me, his palm up and extended towards me, and I take it, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, careful of any hidden injuries. Interlacing our fingers together, I rub my thumb across the back of his hand, tracing any scars I find.

"Are you alright?" I let out a breathy laugh.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He smiles. "I'm fine love...just a little tired." He nods. "What about you?"

"Same... Hizashi visited a few times last week. Brough Eri with him once, so that was nice."

"What about your students?"

"They're busy right now. But I'm sure once I'm out of this place, I'll stay there. They'll be more than happy to see and take care of me." I giggle.

"I'll come with you then. I've already been told I need to move where I'm staying." He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "I'll even push you around in a wheelchair." He laughs.

"Guess I won't be able to reach the top shelf for you for a little while."

"Yeah, but you've got some pretty tall students, I'll be alright." Looking up, I meet his gaze again, taking my freehand to gently carse the lower part of his face, just under the bandages. "You need a shave...or at least a trim." He takes his free hand and places it over mine, holding it to his face as he turns and kisses my palm, moving his head back to keep looking at me.

"Things are going to be very different from now on."

"Yeah...you're gonna need an eyepatch." He chuckles, knowing I understood him, just choosing to keep everything light at the moment. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to his, breathing in each other's scent.

"I love you Shouta."

"I love you too Y/N." It sure is quiet uptown.