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

Saftey

Hitoshi Shinsou had a muzzle on. It was way too tight. The pros could see it was too tight as there were red marks.

Hizashi gently reached to look at the muzzle but Shinsou instinctively flinched back.

Shinsou signed a 'sorry'.

After learning Mic was deaf and used hearing aids he decided for fun to learn sign language. He always was so exited to show Mic what he could do.

Aizawa: "Don't apologise. How about we go sit down, get this....muzzle...off...and then get you warmed up"

After a second of hesitation he nodded. With some help form Aizawa he slipped off his shoes and bag. He followed Aizawa into the room where Hizashi had laid some towels out as Hitoshi was still soaking.

He sat down and curled up slightly. Aizawa and Mic sat either side of him

Aizawa: "May I?" He gestured his hand towards the muzzle.

Shinsou nodded.

Aizawa began to examine the muzzle and how it was attached. There was a small lock and strap.
Carefully, Aizawa tried to just break it off, but that resulted in pain for Shinsou.

Aizawa got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He came back and carefully cut it off.

The second Shinsou felt it cut, he ripped that muzzle of his face.

There were harsh red marks against his pale skin. Hitoshi hand immediately went up rubbing at the painful marks.

Aizawa opened his mouth to ask a qesuutin but Hizashi gave him a look and interrupted

Hizashi: "How about we got get you out of your soaking clothes."

Shinsou nodded and followed Hizashi upstairs.
Mic quickly signed to Aizawa to check Shunsou's bag for clean clothes.

Yamada ran Hitoshi a nice warm bath, left towels and the only pair of clothes they could dry outside the bathroom door before waiting downstairs for him.

Aizawa: "Why on earth, would somebody muzzle a student...a child..."

Aizawa had been ranting quietly to himself the whole time.

He could have prevented so much if he'd asked a few more questions.

The two know understood one reason Shinsou was quiet. Why sometimes he'd come to train and be rubbing his jaw or his voice would be slightly raspy as if he hadn't talked for a while.

How could anyone muzzle a child?

After a few minutes Shinsou came back downstairs and sat back in between Aizawa and Yamada. He was almost immediately hugged by them.

And in a matter of seconds Shinsou's face was buried in Aizawa's shoulder crying, letting out all the tears he never had.

Aizawa: "You're safe, Shinsou,"