Unexpected Changes ((TENYA IIDA X OC))

Chapter 2

I stayed at the hospital with Iida and his mother most of that afternoon.

I would have stayed longer, but it didn't dawn on me that Aizawa still had no idea where I was until later that morning.

I walked home alone, tapping away on my phone screen to distract myself from how quiet my mind, and the sidewalk, had become. I appreciated the silence, but it was nearly impossible not to be on edge with all that has happened. Knowing Dream Walker, something much bigger and much more dangerous was sure to happen when he did show himself again, and I'd have to be ready when that time came.

Just like Mom said.

Mom. I didn't know how she was in there by herself with him. I didn't know what he was doing with her or if a personification of someone could die again. If he could kill her. I bit down hard on my cheek at the mere thought of it and came to a stop as I neared Aizawa's house.

I had text Aizawa ahead of time that I was on my way back, but I neglected to receive a reply. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he really didn't want me living here with him and that he's infuriated that Hiroe is leaving me here with him. I could try to convince my aunt to bring me with her, but with Dream Walker and her being quirkless, I'd rather live with someone who didn't want me around, but who could still protect themselves if things went south.

Taking in a deep breath, I wrapped my fingers around the door handle and walked into the house.

It was quiet. The TV in the living room wasn't even on like Aizawa usually left it. There was no sounds of clanking dishes coming from the dimmed kitchen down the hall, and no noise emanated from the top of the staircase.

"Osoroshi." And finally, as I crossed the entrance of the living room, Aizawa spoke from his armchair.

I turned my head and saw nothing but the top of his black head of hair poking up from the top of the black leather cushion. The whole ordeal felt comically cliché, but that didn't stop the nervous feeling dwelling in the back of my mind as I took a slow seat on the couch next to him.

Once I finally got a good look at Aizawa, I had realized that all of his bandages had been taken off, leaving him normal save for the scar going across his right cheek. He looked more tired than usual, like he had been awake all night, and he seemingly refused to look me in the eye in favor for the window on the other side of the room. The silence thickened with every passing second, and the longer he took to spoke, the more I wanted to hide away for the rest of my life. It wasn't like Aizawa to egg something on for this long, he was usually so blunt and straight to the point about everything.

What was going on?

"Osoroshi," he spoke again. Finally glanced in my direction. "We haven't spoken in a while, have we?"

I slowly shook my head. "There hasn't been time for it, I suppose."

"Ah," he hummed tiredly. "That makes sense... I think you're right."

"Aizawa," I said, eyebrows knitting together worriedly. "What is it?"

"I miss him."

My expression softened at the sudden mention of my deceased father and I looked down. I never got to see Aizawa's reaction to Dad's death, let alone hear him talk about it so suddenly. With so much remorse in his voice. It made my stomach contort almost painfully.

"Me too." I finally agreed quietly.

"It's been hard for you," Aizawa continued gently. He shifted in his seat. "I know it has, but you refuse to talk to anyone about it."

"It's the same for you." I retorted, not looking up.

"That's different, Osoroshi, he wasn't my dad."