BNHA Scenes

Suffering

Aizawa had been staring at the same pristine plaster and dizzying white lights for almost four hours, when he'd woken up. No, not the big 'wake up' that had the press buzzing in the halls and visitors knocking at his door. That had been three days ago. He was doing well, and had made almost a full recovery; save for some new scars and a bit of joint inflammation. He'd actually been discharged yesterday night.

There was a knock at his door. Three seconds passed, then it was opened.

"Hello, Shota," A kind, familiar voice piped up. "It's around noon, I've brought your lunch."

"Thank you," He muttered, then sat himself up to face Recovery Girl.

He saw the look in her eye; the one that meant she had something, or quite a few things, to say to him. He knew she would not leave until she'd said them all. He wondered what was first on the list for today's lecture.

"He's outside in the lounge again," She said softly, and Aizawa balked at her words. "He's been there since visiting hours opened. I think you sh-"

"Tell him to go back to school." Aizawa said shortly, taking another spoonful of his celery and potato soup.

"Shota," She sighed. "He's going to keep coming. Day after day, for as many hours as he can, until you agree to see him."

"I am not taking visitors. I don't care who they are." He grumbled, this time taking a bite out a buttered bread roll.

Recovery Girl's brows pinched together and her mouth set in a frown. She turned promptly on her heel and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Aizawa didn't put too much thought into it, but he knew the wise woman was far from through with him.

Aizawa kept eating, and didn't bother looking up when the door opened again. He focused on opening his pudding cup, but tensed at the sound of light, dragging footsteps. He already knew who he'd see when he looked up.

"Chiyo, I told you no visi-"

"I'm not Chiyo, and I couldn't care less what you said." A cold voice stated.

Aizawa's head snapped upwards, and he narrowed his eyes when he met cold blue. Midnight stood tall, her hand gentle on Shinso's shoulder. His purple hair was wispy and wild, his eyes red, and the bags beneath them more prominent than ever.

"I..." Shinso said hoarsely. "I'll leave. He doesn't want me here anyways."

"No, stay. He nee-"

"I said no visitors. No exceptions." Aizawa forced out.

Shinso stiffened at his words, and let out a shaky breath. He turned and pushed Midnight out of the way, turning through the open door and hurrying off down the hall with his head down and hood up.

Aizawa felt his gut tighten, but he ignored it. When his eyes drifted over to Midnight, she was staring after Shinso, an indescribable expression on her face. She turned to Aizawa with a sneer.

"I let a lot of the things you do and say slip by, Aizawa. But if you don't tell me what the fuck that was, we're going to have problems." She hissed.

"Is that a threat, Nemuri?" He asked, raising a brow.

"An oath." She said lowly, her eyes hard.

Aizawa sighed, and set his lunch tray aside with a frustrated bang. He ran a hand roughly through his hair and rubbed his eyes, then dragged a hand over his face, before staring at her.

"I don't have all day." She snapped. "Shinso is like a son to you. Why would you push him away like that? Why would-" She began to grill him with questions.

"Just shut up!" He interrupted her.

"Excuse me?"

"I said shut up. I know... I'm well aware that he's hurting. That pushing him away is making it worse. But... it's... It's for the better, Nemuri."

"The better?" She echoed, raising a brow.

"You know how close of a call this was," He pointed out, and her eyes dropped to the floor. "Mic still isn't awake. We... we don't know if he ever will wake. What if... what if next time I don't make it? What would that do to him, Nemuri? Wouldn't it be better to lose a teacher than a father?"

"I think the best option is to not lose either," She said, her voice having softened considerably. "Shinso understands, Shota. He's training to do what you do. No kid could understand better. I... I know you and Hizashi were talking about it. Hell, I helped you get in contact with Shinso's foster home. He needs you, Shota. And whether you like it or not, you need him too."

Aizawa sighed and flumped back against the bed. Midnight sat by his side for a little longer. She knew very well that he was done talking. But that didn't mean he didn't want her company. Recovery Girl cracked open the door and Midnight looked over at her.

"They need you back at the school, Nemuri. The kids want to do something." She said in her soft, warbling tone. Midnight gave her a firm nod and stood.

"I'll see you soon, Shota." Midnight said, then left the room.

Chiyo gave him a once over, then served him with a kind smile.

"Aizawa. Go home and rest now."