Hugs Help Insomniacs. Always (Dadzawa/EraserMic + Shinsou)

Muzzle

The cold wind immediately began attacking Shinsou, as he quietly landed with a thud on the ground.

Peeking through a window he saw the latest foster family all curled up together under blankets with hot chocolate...

That's what he deserved...

Pulling up his capture scarf to hide the muzzle Shinsou began to walk....and then came into a problem.

He didn't know where to go. Hitoshi hadn't planned this out. He didn't have a friend waiting.

He could go to Aizawa's....

But he didn't know he was coming...

He'd think Hitoshi was weak...

He'd stop mentoring Shinsou...

He'd never get him into the hero course.

So. Shinsou's adjusted plan. Walk. Walk till you figure what you'll do!

Great plan.

Just walk in the cold, at night, when is expected to rain, temperatures excited to drop drastically, and storm.

Hitoshi didn't notice when he subconsciously started walking along familiar roads.

He didn't notice when he turned towards Aizawa and Mic's house,

However, he did notice when he almost walked right up to their house.

He can't go there!

He thought that Aizawa wouldn't want to mentor him.

So, quickly Shinsou turned and walked in an opposite direction.

However, something he hadn't noticed, was Aizawa.

Most underground patrols had been called off due to the upcoming storm so he was spending quality time with his husband and cats.

He had quickly peeked through the curtains to see when the storm was coming and had stopped someone.

Hitoshi Shinsou.

Everyone had been advised to stay indoors and seek shelter.

So why was Shinsou outside?

Aizawa: "'Zashi! I'm going out quickly"

His capture scarf was already by the door and he pulled on some boots.

Hizashi: "Huh? Why? Your patrol had been called off and we are meant to stay inside!"

Aizawa: "That's the point. I just saw Shinsou outside, looking cold, lost and alone. Also I just saw the storm coming in. He's about to get soaked and potentially injured. So am I allowed to go?"

Hizashi: "Oh god! Yes go! Poor Shinsou...... the storm will be starting up soon"

Aizawa hummed in response before rushing out.

The rain began just like that. Immediately lashing down on everything.

Shinsou hunched his shoulders up trying to hide from the rain. He had quite a few "punishment" wounds and the harsh rain lashing down didn't help.

He quickly sat down in alleyway, he was still close to Aizawa's but he hoped he hadn't been noticed.
Hitoshi immediately began to try work of the muzzle.

The wind began to pick up and more and more rain feel down quicker.

Then the actually storm started, and Shinsou remembered that this was a thunder storm...

Just his luck.

There was:

Rain

Wind

Thunder

Lighting

Great. Just great.

It was so loud...and he was so...so..cold...and soaked to the skin, despite the multiple layers.

And...

Footsteps...

Were those footsteps?

Or was that the storm?

Another strike of lighting and he definitely saw the shadow of an approaching person.

Hurriedly, Shinsou pulled up the capture scarf to hide the muzzle and shuffled slightly further back.

Aizawa: "Shinsou?"

Huh?!

Ai-Aizawa?!

Why was he here?!

How did he know Shinsou was here?!

Looking up form the ground he realised had rushed over and crouched in front of him

Aizzwa: "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Why are out here?"

Panic was evident in his mentor's voice.

He couldn't answer any questions. So he just hummed in response as thunder racked their eardrums.

Aizawa: "Come on...let's get you inside..."

No...

No..

No.

No!

There was no way he could hide the muzzle...

But if he didn't follow then more questions...

Sighing queitly to himself and stumbled to his feet, adjusted his scarf for the millionth time and followed Aizawa.

After about five minutes they stumbled into the warmth of Aizawa's home

Aizawa: "'Zashi I'm back! And I've got a Shinsou."

A warm chuckle from Mic was heard before he walked into the hallway.

Hizashi: "That's good....Shinsou what were you doing outside? In the storm?"

Fuck.

How was he meant to respond?

The two adults saw the slightly pained look and his silence.

They say him nervously adjust his scarf.

They saw him nervously tap his foot quietly.

They saw him quickly trying to think of an excuse.

Aizawa gently reached up and pulled off the scarf.

Oh god.

Aizawa pulled of Shinsou's scarf. There was muzzle.

There was a muzzle on Aizawa's student.

Someone had muzzled Aizawa's student.

A muzzle.

A fucking muzzle!

Shinsou's eyes darted away and to the floor.

Aizawa: "S-Shinsou?!"