Resurrection | Shota Aizawa

Chapter 5

Third person pov

The reunion he had with his family was a tearful one in their part. To Hiroki, it hadn't been too terribly long since he last saw them. Though he was shocked to find out he was an uncle, and to hear that his brother had been shot in the line of duty and would probably be returning in about four years or so. The thought was a little saddening, but it did help him understand his family's relief and sobs as they each took their turns hugging him.

They'd kept all his stuff, and were using money from a special fund to get him a hotel for about two weeks. His belongings were already on the way there. It was a dingy little place close to UA, but not too bad all things considered. He understood why they couldn't keep his apartment. It was a little far from work anyway, and he'd been planning to move out. Now he just needed to find a place. It was a shame homes near UA were so hard to come by. Hopefully he wouldn't have to settle for something too far away.

He'd be starting next week. Four days was plenty of time to get a phone, renew his license, and his cards. He also had to go register himself as a living person. He thought about trying to contact some of his old friends, but ultimately decided it was something he could do later when he was settled. They'd all be ten years older than him, now. It was weird to think about. Seeing Shota and Hizashi had really helped hammer it into his brain that things were different now. That... That he'd been gone for ten years. 

Hiroki was a bit excited to be starting over! He sort of missed some of his friends, who he was sure had changed a great deal over the past few years. All his co-workers were now different, his old ones having moved on to bigger things. Hiroki was personally quite excited to get to know his new ones. Some of them had been students of his, or at least students at UA when he was there. Getting to form new relationships with them would be exciting. Getting to know them as friends and not just students, and all.

Shota Aizawa, unbeknownst to anyone but Mic, was having trouble adjusting to the idea of Hiroki Akisuka being alive, and a year younger than him. He hid it pretty well, but Mic could tell he was antsy. The blonde had shown up at the guy's apartment to make sure he hadn't fallen into catatonic state of shock once more only to find him pacing and muttering to himself. Mic had forced some food down the exhausted man's throat and throw some water down with it. It was the most he could get Aizawa to do before the man got too annoyed.

Truth was, Shota didn't know what to think. His heart felt like it had been racing ever since seeing Hiroki again. His feelings had dulled down since the man's death. They were still there, but they were more of a shadow than not. Now it felt like they were back full force. The little spark of an attraction that had failed to leave him had morphed into a raging inferno. He had no idea what to do. Hiroki, literally, hadn't changed a bit. He was the exact same man Shota knew before. Death hadn't bothered to age him.

On one hand, he was glad Hiroki was alive. The relief he felt was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. A weight he hadn't realized existed was lifted off his chest, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time. These last ten years, he felt like he'd been running from it. Sprinting endlessly away from the inevitable. Only now, there was nothing to chase him. Shota could finally slow down and take a breath.

Hiroki's features had been re-burned into his mind's eye. The curve of his jawline that Aizawa wished he could trace with his fingers, and dip of his nose's bridge. The rounded shape of his eyes, and the way his brows would furrow when confused. His wild white hair that would frame his face perfectly. His cheek bones, that weren't too sharp, but still most definitely there that Aizawa dreamed of brushing his thumb along. The way his lips would curl into a smile, looking soft and ripe for kissing. His skin was paler than before, but still milky and smooth. His legs were a beautiful shape and the perfect length, leaving Aizawa to imagine what it would be like to run his hands down them. 

How his feelings has stayed in existence all these years, Aizawa hadn't a clue. He was aware his mentality and outlook weren't normal. He had emotional issues, and when he got attached to someone or something, that attachment tended to stick. It strengthened and weakened him at the same time. It had happened with Mic, way back in his freshman year at UA. The blonde was loud and abrasive, and yet Aizawa still begrudgingly remained his friend. They were opposites in personality and demeanor, but he still hung out with the blond.

Mic insisted that what Shota was feeling was true love. Aizawa couldn't understand how he'd allow himself to fall in love with his teacher of all people, but Mic assured him that it wasn't voluntary. That it simply happened sometimes against one's will. Aizawa didn't like that, but he got it. He was an odd sort of person. Honestly, him falling in love with a single person, and then never falling out of it... It wasn't all that surprising. Bothersome, certainly, but not a shock.

He was attracted to every aspect of Hiroki Akisuka. It was odd, because he often found faults in people naturally. When he looked at Hiroki, he couldn't find any. Things that he would see as imperfections within others were described as "cute" or "flawless" when displayed by Hiroki. It didn't feel necessarily bad to not find anything with Hiroki. It was... refreshing, but it didn't change the absurdity of the whole situation. 

Aizawa's world had been flipped on it's back. He started to consider something he'd never given much thought to before: his appearance. He knew well and good that's the looked like a hobo most days. The sudden urge to shave and brush his hair, maybe even cut it, was more of a punch in the gut than he'd thought it be. Self care wasn't generally something that just came to his mind on its own. Something had to spur the thought, and even then he'd usually brush it off and go back to doing what he usually did. Not caring.

He forced these thoughts away as best he could. His hair, though scruffy, was alright. Nezu hadn't gotten him for dress code yet. He knew he looked like an insomniac drunk with severe depression, but he chose to ignore it the best he could. He didn't care before Hiroki showed up. Now he was fidgety and winced at himself when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He hadn't had anyone but himself to impress before, but now that Hiroki was going to be around, his brain and the idiotic hormones it produced forced him to consider what the cheerful man would think.

He buried himself even further into his paperwork and took extra hours at his hero agency despite his clear lack of sleep. Aizawa didn't care. He trudged on like he always did and tried his best to convince himself that it was fine, and that he was a grown ass man who could handle this. He could be just as calm, cool, and collected as he always was. He wouldn't let his emotions get too riled up. He'd adjust to Hiroki being alive and such in no time at all.

He had a mental image of how things were going to go in his head. He had a plan of action. A route he planned to take.

Come Monday, he'd find that nothing could prepare him for what was ahead. Because Hiroki may have died, but he was just as witty and caring as he had been before. And that... well, it was going prove to be more of an issue than Aizawa ever could have thought.