Regrets and Secrets (EraserMic)

Chapter Twelve

          Friday after school Denki picked Hitoshi ups t the side of the highschool. He smiled a bit as he waited and then grabbed his phone. The purpled haired teen slowly got in and puts his backpack in the back the he looked over at the blonde.

"Guess what 'Toshi?" Denki smiled.

"Hm?" Hitoshi tilted his head as he watched his friend start to drive.

"There's a thing called Party in the Park tonight, it's to kick off summer. Usually more for like college kids and shit but Mic is supposed to be there! He's their DJ I guess." He showed his friend the info on his phone.

"Mic? Oh yeah, Hizashi! So do you think we can get in?" He asked as he looked through everything.

"Yeah maybe. We can try! We can get dress for the party and all, yeah."

"Dressed? I can't just wear this?"

"Hoodie and jeans, no way. We are going to a party! You can do ripped jeans and borrow one of my shirts."

"Alright, So should I just tell me dad I'm hanging out with you?"

"Yeah go for it!"

         Hitoshi smiled a little and grabbed his phone out, dialing his dad's number. He looked around a bit as he watched Denki turn the radio down. He waited until the phone finally picked up and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hi dad." Hitoshi said.

"What's up Hitoshi, you okay?" Shouta asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, just wanted to tell you I'm gonna hang out with Denki for tonight. Is that okay?" He asked.

"That's fine, stay safe okay. Let me know if you go anywhere. Alright?"

"Alright dad, thanks!"

        After the call was ended Denki drove them back to his own house. They both got out once he parked and he walked him right up to his room. Denki's mom was at home and she waved to Hitoshi with a wide smirk and he waved back shyly before following the blonde up the stairs to the room. Hitoshi sat on the bed and looked around his room a bit as he watched Denki go through his closest. He glanced at the things the blonde threw at him and he furrowed his brows a bit at that. He picked up a mesh top, then a few T-shirts, the pants. He bites his lip at a few of them and then glanced back up.

"Sooo...this is for you, right?" Hitoshi mumbled.

"You dumb dumb, you should do this mesh long sleeves top. Then wear that crop top over it and those black ripped jeans. Party outfit, boom!" Denki grinned.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Dunno yet." He shrugged.

~Later at the Park~

"Okay cool, we blend in pretty good." Denki grinned as he fixed the leather jacket he wore.

"I dunno...I feel like having my stomach out is weird." Hitoshi groaned a little.

"It's not that bad. You have the mesh top covering it. You're all good. The mission isn't what you look like, it's to get over there!" He pointed to the DJ booth were Hitoshi saw the long haired blonde talking the a woman, "to get to that guy!"

"Y.yeah. Right. Okay, what he doesn't want to?" He mumbled unsure.

"You hear what he said the other night. You would undoubtedly wanna talk to your dad again. Don't pussy out now! Come on." The blonde shoves him a bit.

        Hitoshi bites his lip and swallowed dryly as they got closer to the booth. A few girls pushed past them and ran up to request a song, he shrunken into himself. He messed with his hands a bit and he felt another little shove when they ran off. He stumbled into the steps a little, walking slowly and peeking over. Hizashi has his back to the boy talking with the woman who had spiky black hair and the tightest white shirt he had ever seen. He blinked a bit and gulped before looked back at Denki who grinned. Just say something Hitoshi, don't wimp out. Just say-

"I think you got another request Mic." The woman said and a slowly and sweet voice.

"Yeah? Watcha wanna listen to kid?" Hizashi looked back, giving a big smile and pushed his hand through his hair.

"I.uh...I don't have a request..." Hizashi muttered and messed with his hands.

"Huh?" He asked tilted his head and moved close, moving the headphones away from his neck.

"He's a bit hard of hearing, gotta yell at this dumbass." She grinned and elbowed him, "old man."

"Whatever, Nemuri. But she is right, I do gotta a bit of a hearing issue." He motioned to the hearing aid, "anything you need? I probably gotta take more requests soon and such but if there's something you wanted to talk about. Go for it. I really don't mind."

"My name is Hitoshi."

"Well hi, Hitoshi. I'm Hizashi. Snazzy, huh? A little similar, digging the look."

"M.my friend picked this out. I'm more of a hoodie guy. I don't really like parties either." 

"No? Then why you at this one? This one's pretty crazy. All the lights and drinks, people and music and fog and such."

"I wanted to talk to you in person..."

"Oh? Uh, sure. I gotta get back to this soon. I mean I am the DJ here for now so y'know. Gotta okay that's music and-"

"My name's Hitoshi Aizawa—that's my full name, Mr. Hizashi..."

          And just like that Hitoshi had the full attention of the tall long hair blonde. He scrunched his brows a little and then turned to Nemuri. He muttered something to her and then gave her the headphones he had on his neck and she took over his spot. He walked down the steps and started to walk behind the stand to a bit of quieter area, Hitoshi follows after. He bites his lip a little as he watched the tall man walk to this van and he sat down in the back. He reached back to a cooler and grabbed a drink out for himself and offered one to Hitoshi who politely declined it. He stood there a bit awkward but Hizashi patted the back of the van a few times and the teen slowly came over and sit.

"You sure I'm not bothering your work...I'm sorry I just-" Hitoshi said slowly.

"It's all good, Nemuri is a great DJ herself. Takes over when I need breaks and such. This is a pretty good time for her to take over. So you're his kid, huh?" Hizashi asked as he took a swig of his drink slowly, fixing his leather jacket.

"Mhm, he didn't send me here. Actually he didn't want me even to talk to you. Said I'd probably bother you but I knew he'd never contact you." He said back.

"It's fine kid, listen. There's a reason we aren't together. It's not your fault at all. Okay? So if you think that's the problem. It isn't." He shakes his head at the boy.

"No and it's not my dad's fault either sir."

"No sir, Hizashi is fine kiddo. But it kinda is, it takes two to make a baby. And I wasn't the other that made the baby."

"Well in his case it took someone forcing him Hizashi. My dad didn't want me. My mom's name is Emiko Shinsou. She was the English teacher at UA your final use, right?"