abused. dadzawa & shindeku

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has anybody been able to decode the titles? just curious.

AIZAWA'S POV

i woke up in the middle of the night to use the washroom. when i was finished, i decided to look in on the problem child to see how he was doing. when i peer into the room, i look to the bed and realize he wasn't there, so i look to the window and notice him sitting criss crossed on the ledge looking outside. i wanted to know what he was thinking about so intently, so i made my way up behind him. once i'm within about 2 feet of him, he jumps out of the window sill and turns to me, holding up his hand in a fighting stance. "oh, sorry...you scared me." he said with a raspy tone as he lowered his hand. "it's ok. what were you thinking about? and why are you awake at this hour?" i ask him. "i was thinking about your neighbourhood, and i'm awake because i can't sleep." he replies simply. i nod my head slightly in understanding. "it's 3:30. you have to at least try to sleep, kid." i say. he nods and makes his way back to the bed. i close the window and walk to the bed as well, lying down next to him. "i'm staying until you fall back asleep." i say in a monotone voice as i pull the covers over us. he nods his head and shoves his face into the pillow. it took almost every ounce of my being not to chuckle at the small child.

"aizawa... what's life like?" he asks out of the blue. "what do you mean, child?" i ask blandly. "is it good? bad? tough?" he elaborates. i turn my head to him, only to see that he's looking straight at me. "life is what you make it. it can be shit sometimes, but if you try to make the most of it, it can be wonderful. it's spontaneous, random and chaotic sometimes, but there's always a calm sense of normalcy that you can find if you look for it. does that make sense?" i ask. he nods his head and looks at the ceiling. "so, what you're saying is, things will get better?" he asks. i nod my head. "pretty much. izuku, things always get better. i'm not gonna sit here and lie to you and say that you're never gonna have bad days, but i need you to know that just because life is complicated and tough right now, does not mean it will always be that way. things will get easier and life will go on." i say, still looking at the problem child in front of me. he turns to me and hugs me tightly. "thanks... i needed that." he mumbles quietly. i nod my head and hug him back. "anytime, kid. and you can call me dad, if you want. only if you're comfortable with it, of course." i say. he nods his head. "ok... goodnight, dad." he says, nuzzling his face in my chest and falling asleep. after about 5 minuets, i find myself falling asleep as well.

HIZASHI'S POV

I wake up to my alarm clock at 7:00 and notice shota is gone. i rub my eyes, put on some pants and a shirt and make my way to the kitchen. i brew a pot of coffee and put on the kettle and make my way to the guest room. i feel the need to check on izuku and make sure he's doing ok. when i get there, i see one of the cutest sights. izuku is cuddled into sho's chest and holding onto him for dear life with sho's arms around izuku. they're both asleep. i sneakily take a picture and leave them be, checking on hitoshi next. i peer into his room and see that he's sleeping soundly. i smile to myself knowing that my son is finally sleeping again. he used to get really bad night terrors to the point where he was too scared to even try to sleep, so knowing that the new sleeping medication he's on is helping him is one of the most reassuring things to me. i silently close the door and make my way back to the kitchen. after the kettle is done boiling, i make some tea and sit on the couch while scrolling through my phone. i feel a slight dip in the couch and look next to me to see a half asleep izuku, rubbing his eyes and yawning. so frigging cute, but how did he make it in here without me noticing or hearing? oh, never mind. "good morning." i say in a quiet tone to not wake the others. "morning..." he responds in a raspy voice. it does sound better than yesterday, so i'll take that as a sign that his voice is getting stronger. "so, do you want some food? tea? hot chocolate?" i ask. he looks to me and smiles. "no, i'm ok, but... could i make everyone some breakfast? i want to show my thanks." he says. i slightly smile to myself. "you know how to cook?" i ask. he nods in response. "ok, if i can help at all let me know. let's go make some food." i say in a slightly more energetic tone. he smiles, nods, and stands up. we make our way into the kitchen and he starts to pull out ingredients for pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausages. "is this enough?" he asks. i laugh and nod my head. "it's perfect." i say.