Sorry.

Chapter 8

Third person pov

They slept in the school's main academic building that night. Getting Shoto to go back to the dorms had been a chore. It had taken a while to get him to let go of Touya, and then after that he kept glued to Takashi's side. It seemed the brunette was quickly growing on the half-and-half boy and becoming someone he could trust. Takashi was happy to cuddle with the teen, telling stories about Touya that made the scarred man blush right up to his ears.

But now they were left alone, lying together on a bed in a secure room with no windows. Cameras were stationed outside, along with a live guard. They'd both been given a change of clothes. They were just sweatpants and plain white shirts kept on hand by Recovery Girl, but it was better than nothing at all. Takashi felt content laying in Touya's arms, gazing into his turquoise eyes with a smile.

"I'm glad he said yes." Touya mumbled, brushing some of his husband's brown locks of hands away. Takashi smiled. It was the soft kind that showed how tired he was, but Touya loved it anyway. He loved everything about Takashi. The man was a force of nature. He didn't let anyone or anything get in the way of him getting what he wanted. He'd wanted Touya to come apologize, and he'd wanted to get to Shoto. He'd made that happen even if they did almost get taken down by UA's staff.

"I am too." Takashi murmured, bringing a hand to settle on Touya's cheek. Touya closed his eyes and basked in the feeling. "And I'm sorry for judo flipping you in front of the entire school's faculty."

"It's alright. I think I deserved it." Touya smiled a little, opening his eyes to see Takashi smiling back. The scarred man leaned forward, pressing his lips against his husband's. Takashi responded happily ,and Touya was glad. It was a relief to know that he'd done something right, and that Takashi was still here and that they were okay. Even if he had helped kidnap a child and caused a catastrophic forest fire.

"Still." Takashi frowned a little. "I let my quirk get the better of me again. I shouldn't have taken that out on you, even if a one-word apology is dumb."

Touya chuckled a little, pulling his soulmate closer. "I said it was fine, babe. Seriously. It'll be alright." Touya buried his face in Takashi's soft hair. "I'm just glad it's over with. Maybe this shit show will lighten up a little."

"I'm excited to meet the kids. I hope they like me." Takashi snuggled closer to his husband, reveling in the familiarity despite the fact that they were practically in a holding cell. Touya smiled, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to relax as he closed his eyes. Takashi was always rather warm. His quirk greatly effected his body heat, and Touya was feeling rather cold with his own being suppressed. 

"They'll love you." Touya mumbled, letting the exhaustion and stress caused by the day creep over his consciousness. "They'd be idiots not to."

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Class 1-A was teeming with stress as they sat in class for the first time since moving into the dorms. The chattering in the room came mostly from the more light-hearted, like Kaminari and Ashido. It helped to sooth their nerves somewhat. Even Bakugo was quiet, twirling his pencil between two fingers to try and diffuse some of the anxiety ebbing away at the very little control he held over his temper.

Aizawa sighed heavily as he looked out over the twenty kids. Midoriya hadn't stopped twitching, and was looking around like he expected a threat to pop out. Aizawa knew Todoroki hadn't told anyone about Dabi, who'd been dubbed Touya now. The half-and-half boy had promised not to say a word about it. The lack of complete panic and frantic questioning proved that he'd held true to his word. 

"Everyone." The underground pro spoke, silencing the talking and drawing everyone's attention. "I've got a few important announcements to make, so listen up."