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Chapter Fifteen: As the Storm Rages

(Aizawa POV 3rd person)

A soft touch to his cheek caused his eyes to flutter open as they focused on the world around him he was met with vibrant green eyes long blond hair framed the face above him. "Good morning my love," Shota smiled at the greeting, his eyes only left those of the blondes to check the time. Sure enough it was still morning but just barely, as he lifted his phone he saw the time read 11:45.

"Barely anyway," with a heavy grunt he sat up, elbows propped under him while the blonde still lay above him. Shota looked back to Hizashi, his slender hand reached up to tuck the loose blonde strands behind the ear of the person it belonged to. He was entranced in the light eyes of the man above him, the soft rays of sunlight made the blonde hair shine ever so slightly. "Hmm,"

"What're you thinking about Shota? Seems as though you've got something on that mind of yours,"

"Just admiring the man I love is all. Have I ever told you I like to see you with your hair down?"

"Almost everyday my love, and while that's sweet I believe there is something else you've got stuck in that mind of yours," Aizawa wasn't surprised that the blonde male had seen through his attempt to hide what was bothering him, Hizashi had always been good at reading the black haired man. Every subtle detail he noticed, sometimes before Aizawa had a chance to notice himself. With his lip tucked in his teeth the pro hero known as Eraserhead struggled to find the right words to say. A gentle touch coaxed the abused flesh from his teeth before the slender fingers traced the scar under his dark tired eyes. "Whatever it is I am sure everything will be fine," while his words held kindness his eyes showed worry, the uncertainty of why his husband felt the need to chew on his lip concerned him.

"The officer in charge of Kirishima, and Midoriya's case wants to move on. He said that the resources being used to solve this case were a waste, since we already know who did it and the boys are safe. While I know he's right I don't want those boys to feel as though we gave up on them. They aren't closing the case, in fact a lot of the evidence from the docks can be used to locate the League. But the boys won't get the justice they deserve," Aizawa tried to keep his voice even as he spoke, he didn't want to convey the anger he held toward what seemed like a never ending situation. As he looked to the blonde he could see that he had failed in hiding his emotions from him.

"Let me guess as their homeroom teacher you're in charge of telling them? That I feel is unfair, even as their teacher they should be the ones to tell those boys. Understandably it will come better from you, but its still stupid. Just remember those boys are your students, you have been the one teaching them over the last few years. They will understand that to save many other lives the officers need to shift their focus as they search for the League," the dark eyed man smiled at Hizashi, he always knew the right words to say.

"Remind me what I did to deserve you," both let out light chuckles before Aizawa slid out from under his lover, he had a job to do, though it was one he hadn't wanted to do he knew that he needed to. Before he left the small apartment he called home Aizawa slipped on a shirt hair tied back out of his way. "I'll be right back," he said to the male on his bed, after one last glance the tall man left the room out into the hall. He didn't have to wonder where his students were, loud laughter erupted from the room ahead, it had come from the large open space most often used for common mingling. As he stepped out into the light of the sun that shone through the large windows he smiled at the sight, there they were his students. Before he was noticed Aizawa composed himself, when he was ready he cleared his throat to catch the attention of the group.

"Oh! Good morning Mister Aizawa," the brunette girl was the first to greet him, he nodded to her as a reply.

"Good morning all. If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to Midoriya and Kirishima," his elbows rested against the back of the couch waiting for the others to catch on. When they had, most made an excuse as to why they needed to leave.