Regrets and Secrets (EraserMic)

Chapter Two

After their classes Hitoshi met up with Denki by the lockers to back to his apartment. Yeah, he we a bit unsure about having his friend break into his dad's private things but it was part of his life too. He didn't want his mom to just never exist. At least Denki understood how much this means to him though. The blonde was super excited to get in and busy local for his friend.

"So Watcha think she looks like?!" Denki smiled happily at his friend.

"Well I mean...female? Purple hair?" Hitoshi shrugged as he grabbed his bag out of his locker and puts it onto his shoulder.

"Yeah, coool..." He nodded back as he holds his bag and starts out of the school, once in the sidewalk starting to roll back on his heelies.

"You still wear those?"

"Hell yes I do! Awe man, I'm so excited for this."

"For...?"

"Figuring out who your mom is!"

"If, we don't know what that was."

"Oh come on, he was crying right? Maybe it was a really bad break up or something. Or something happened to her."

"Well that doesn't help much." Hitoshi sighed and glanced away a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's okay dude, don't worry about it!"

Hitoshi continued to walk with the boy, once in a while touching his arm to make sure the blonde wouldn't fall with those damn shoes. Idiot...he sighed a little and smiled a bit. Once they got to the apartment they walked up the two flight of stairs and stopped at the door. The purple haired teen grabbed his keys from his book bag and unlocked the door. He texted his dad as soon as they both got inside the apartment and locked up. He sets his bag down and slides off his shoes.

"You textin' your dad?" Denki asked and sets his bag down.

"Yeah, he likes to know when I get home." Hitoshi nodded and walked over to the kitchen.

"So where's this bad boy!?" The blonde rubbed his hands together and grabbed a little bag from his bag.

"This drawer." The other pointed down at it and he quickly come over and looks at the lock.

"Oh this is an EASY lock!"

"Why the hell do you know how to do this so well?"

"I forget my keys to my house all the time because I'm a dumbass soooo yep! I just got this little kit and I'm a pro now."

"So you remember this but not your keys?"

"I don't take this outta my bag."

"You're so weird."

Hitoshi watched as Denki grabbed out a few little picks out and started to mess around with the lock. The more he screwed around with it the more nervous got, rubbing at the back of his neck and looked down a bit. His eyes drooping slightly and his body slouching more as he nibbled on his lip. He started to get more drowned in his worry, rubbing the small hairs on his neck. Shit...what if he figures out I'm sneaking around in his shit but...I wanna know and I just-there was a little click and Denki looked up.

"You good? You want me to open the drawer?" Denki asked slowly, noticing he seemed a little tense.

"Yeah, can you open it please?" Hitoshi asked slowly, moving closer and peaking a little.

Denki nodded and opened it slowly, looking at the drawer once it was completely open. Hitoshi looked at the few folders and a few other random things. He furrowed his brows as he watched the blonde grabbing a folder and opening its, looking at the papers. That folder was mostly just bills and bank statements, just important things but didn't matter much to the purple haired teen. He slowly kneeled down next to the other boy and grabbed the other folder out. He opened that up and let out a sigh. Insurance cards, bank statements, bills...what the hell...he looked at the papers a bit disappointed. The blonde grabbed another folder out and and tilted his head a bit when he opened it.

"Who's this guy?" He grabbed a picture from the folder and turned it to show Hitoshi.

Hitoshi looked over and takes the pictures slowly. He recognized his very young father in the picture but he really didn't know the other boy that was in the folder, that crazy blond hair and just brightass smile, cool glasses. He shakes his head and shrugged, watching Denki pulls a few more pictures of the same guy from the picture. He picks up the pictures and looked over them a bit. I've never seen him before...dad never hangs out with people. He looked over at the folder and scoots closer to the blonde.

"Is there any other pictures in there? Like of a girl at all?" Hitoshi asked and the other shakes his head.

"Nope, just him...hm." Denki looks at the pictures of them together. "Is your dad gay?"

"What?! No way, I mean...I don't really know. But if he had me then there's no way he's gay, right?" He tilted his head a bit and the grabbed the last folder and opened it up.

"There's bisexual and all those sexuals sooo...maybe? What's is in that one?"

"This folder, well..." the boy looked and saw his birth certificate and smiled a bit slowly. "It's my birth certificate.."

"Yeah, really?"

"Denki! It's my birth certificate! My mom!" He smiled more and quickly pulled the paper out. "Her name...Denki, her name is right here!" He points at it quickly.

"What, really?!" He moved close and looked at the paper.

"Emiko Shinsou..."

"Hitoshi Shinsou...wow. I mean I think Hitoshi Aizawa fits more but...you can find her now. You can finally meet your mom!"

"Holy Shit...I can really see my mom...Denki, I can find my mom. After 16 years I can...I.I can meet her."

"Yeah! This is awesome!"

"Thank you, thank you so much." Hitoshi moved close and hugged him tightly.

"U.uh yeah of course man. When we find her if she's kinda close but like far. I.I'll drive us. Yeah?"

"Yeah, thank you. Really, this means so much to me."