BNHA | A Bite-Sized Problem

† Chapter 14: Rainy Day Shenanigans

† Chapter 14: Rainy Day Shenanigans

The rain started in the middle of the night, a steady drizzle that gradually turned into a full-on storm by morning. Thunder cracked like cannon fire, shaking the walls of the house. Souto, curled up under his blankets, jolted awake with a yelp. His little fangs peeked out as he clutched his stuffed bat, his wide eyes darting toward the window as lightning lit up the room.

“Nope,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Nope, nope, nope.”

Another boom of thunder rattled the house, and that was it—he was out of bed in an instant, bolting down the hallway. His feet padded across the wooden floors until he reached Aizawa’s room. He shoved the door open without a second thought, jumping onto the bed like a feral animal.

“THUNDER’S GONNA EAT ME!” he yelled, diving under the covers.

Aizawa, still half-asleep, didn’t even flinch. He opened one eye, groaned, and muttered, “Thunder’s not alive, Souto. Go back to bed.”

But Souto wasn’t listening. He buried himself deeper into the blanket cocoon, trembling every time the storm roared outside.

By the time the household was awake, the rain was coming down in torrents, drumming against the roof like a relentless percussion line. Aizawa stood in the kitchen, staring at the coffee maker like it had personally wronged him. Shinso stumbled in next, looking just as groggy.

“Rain day?” Shinso asked, slumping into a chair.

“Rain day,” Aizawa confirmed, sipping his coffee.

Before they could enjoy a moment of peace, Souto burst into the kitchen, still wrapped in a blanket like some sort of angry bat burrito.

“WE’RE ALL GONNA DROWN!” he announced dramatically, pointing toward the window where rain streamed down the glass.

“Calm down, Dracula,” Shinso muttered.

But Souto wasn’t calming down. He stomped around the kitchen, his blanket dragging behind him like a cape. “We’re trapped! This is how it ends! Stranded in the middle of a flood, no food, no water, NO TV!”

“There’s plenty of food,” Aizawa said dryly “And the TV works fine.”

“Oh,” Souto said, pausing. Then, as if realizing he couldn’t milk the situation for more drama, he sat down and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

After breakfast, the rain kept pouring, and the walls of the house began to feel smaller and smaller. Hizashi had pulled out board games and karaoke equipment, attempting to lift everyone’s spirits. But Souto, ever the wild card, had other plans.

“I’m gonna go see what it feels like!” he announced.

“What what feels like?” Shinso asked suspiciously, looking up from his book.

“THE RAIN!” Souto yelled, charging toward the front door.

“Souto, no!” Aizawa barked, but it was too late.

The door slammed open, and Souto was off like a shot, tearing into the yard with his blanket cape flapping behind him. The rain drenched him instantly, but that didn’t stop him from spinning around in circles, cackling like a maniac.

“THIS IS AMAZING!” he shouted, splashing through puddles and stomping in the mud. “I’M THE KING OF THE STORM!”

Aizawa stood at the doorway, motioning to Souto. “Why is he like this?”

Hizashi leaned over his shoulder, laughing. “He’s got spirit, I’ll give him that!”

“Shinso, go get him before he catches pneumonia,” Aizawa sighed.

Shinso groaned but got up, trudging out into the rain. Souto saw him coming and bolted toward the backyard, slipping and sliding through the mud.

“CAN’T CATCH ME!” Souto taunted, sticking his tongue out.

Shinso didn’t even bother responding. He cornered Souto near the fence, grabbed him by the back of his blanket cape, and hoisted him up like a soaked kitten.

“Gotcha,” Shinso said flatly, ignoring Souto’s flailing limbs.

“TRAITOR!” Souto yelled as he was dragged back inside.

After being toweled off and shoved into dry clothes, Souto sulked on the couch while Hizashi tried to cheer him up.

“Alright, who’s up for karaoke?” Hizashi asked, waving a microphone in the air.

“Not it,” Aizawa muttered, sinking into his armchair with a fresh cup of coffee.

Shinso raised a hand lazily. “Definitely not it.”

But Souto, ever the chaos gremlin, perked up. “ME! I’LL DO IT!”

And so began an hour of Souto belting out every off-key note he could muster, followed by Hizashi’s over-the-top duets. Shinso eventually joined in to save everyone’s ears, though he made sure to choose the most depressing songs possible to kill the mood.

Meanwhile, Aizawa sat in the corner, quietly.

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As the afternoon wore on, the storm picked up again. Another loud crack of thunder sent Souto diving under the coffee table, clutching his stuffed bat for dear life.

“IT’S BACK!” he wailed.

Shinso rolled his eyes. “It’s just noise, you drama queen.”

But Souto wasn’t having it. He peeked out from under the table, glaring at Shinso. “Easy for YOU to say! The thunder doesn’t want to EAT YOU!”

“Pretty sure it doesn’t want to eat anyone,” Shinso said dryly, earning a pillow to the face.

Another loud clap of thunder sent Souto scrambling onto the couch. He dove behind Shinso, clutching the older boy like a life raft.

“IT’S COMING FOR ME!” he wailed

Shinso sighed, patting Souto’s head awkwardly. “It’s just a noise, you little gremlin. It’s not going to hurt you.”

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The Rain Lets Up

By the time evening rolled around, the rain had finally slowed to a light drizzle. The house, however, was a disaster zone. Puzzle was half-finished on the floor, Heroopoly pieces were scattered across the living room, and someone (likely Hizashi) had knocked over a lamp during an impromptu karaoke session.

Souto was curled up on the couch, finally calm now that the thunder had stopped. He yawned, his fangs peeking out as he snuggled under his blanket.

Shinso sat beside him, flipping through a book. “You survived the storm. Congrats.”

Souto looked up at him, smirking. “Told ya I would. I’m the strongest.”

“You hid under a blanket for half the day.”

“Still counts!” Souto declared, throwing his arms in the air.

From the kitchen, Aizawa sighed. “I need another coffee.”

“Make it two!” Hizashi called, already setting up the karaoke machine for round two.

And so, the rainy day ended in typical Aizawa household fashion: with chaos, exhaustion, and just a hint of begrudging family bonding.

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