»Looking Out for You« Shinkami

Please let it something

Earlier that day:

It was easier for Hitoshi to feel like a fool then others way think. When he spoke, it came out awkward, as if he were forcing the words from his throat. At least, that's what it felt like.

It was a nagging thought after he made a little promise to Denki who was peacefully sleeping, not even aware of the promise Hitoshi so causally made. It was an unspoken pressure in his chest that he tried to push away, but it kept coming back and hitting him in the head like a boomerang.

So Hitoshi decided to bring it up to the one and only Shota Aizawa, the only person he could really bring up wanting to earn money so he could go out with Denki in a way that was only platonic.

It was cold, Hitoshi was all too aware of that he shivered in the cold. He stood in front of Aizawa as the man had just returned from grabbing a box from his car. It was normal, cardboard box. There wasn't anything special about it, Hitoshi didn't assume it'd be some sort of gift due the lack of wrapping paper, though when he was urged to open it, Hitoshi felt his eyes slightly widen.

It was clothes, normal ones, ones he saw Denki wear or other people walking around in general. It was a simple outfit or two, and Hitoshi didn't even know to say besides "How?" His tone came out disbelieved. There were holes in the hoodie and the shirts for his wings, though he questioned if others would see him.

"You shed feathers, and I know someone who sews." The older man had told him simply. The man did not show a smile or even an amused smirk, though his eyes held amusement by Hitoshi's expression. He looked like a kid who just got a cat for Christmas and could hardly believe it

"But-" Hitoshi started but paused, feeling at the fabric of a hoodie. It was nice and warm, soft on the inside. "But why?" The amusement dimmed in Aizawa's eyes, replaced by an emotion that made Hitoshi's eyebrows furrow.

It was a look of some kind of sadness Hitoshi couldn't explain.

He's seen a similar gaze from Denki, though seeing it from Aizawa was odd to him. "You can't just wear the same thing. You may be some mythical creature, but you still smell." He stated, making the guardian angels cheeks turn a tint of pink in embarrassment as he looked off to the side.

It was silent, and Hitoshi didn't dare look up to look at Aizawa. Part of him was still slightly petty toward him, still not knowing if he should truly trust someone who magically could see him one day, though part of him had warmed up to him over the days he had trained him for his strength to return.

It took a moment for Hitoshi to say anything else as his eyes just kept looking down at the box with the clothes inside. He couldn't help but question just how much his wings shed for Aizawa to so causally collect them without him noticing.

"Uh, thank you." Hitoshi spoke, his tone was awkward, only giving a small glance up at Aizawa who gave a small nod in return.

The silence continued, conflicting thoughts going through Hitoshi's head until he just spoke. It's something Denki had said he does without trying, which was just blurting it out in the middle of your thoughts.

"Is there a way I can earn money?" To the point, but the sudden change of subject caused his expression cringe. 

"Excuse me?" Aizawa questioned, brow raising. Their height wasn't too different, Aizawa only holding a couple inches taller than Hitoshi, though that added height made him feel intimidated, though he'd rather not admit that to himself.

"I...I want to earn money so I can take Denki places." He felt his face heat up in the cold weather and he kept his gaze on the ground, as if it'd make him less obvious of certain feelings he felt toward the blond.