~𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅~ (𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂 + 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂)

~three~

Hitoshi was floating on his way home, being as happy as he had never been. He was going to be trained by a pro hero! And even one of the hero course's homeroom teachers. This was going to be extraordinary news for his mom, except... 

Once again, he froze in place. He couldn't tell her that. If she wouldn't agree... no, he can't let that chance slip away from him. He couldn't risk to tell her and be forbidden from it. She couldn't know about that, she already told him to give up on his dream of becoming a hero. The entire sports festival thing already made her outraged, he couldn't ask her for another chance and fail.

He was dissapointed, but that was the best thing to do. He continued his walk in silence, thinking about a good excuse for him to come home later everyday. Maybe he could take a job from home, and tell her he was going somewhere for work after school. If she would recieve money he was sure that she wouldn't question him that much.

He got home relatively fast, compared to the other day. She should have been home by then, so he made sure to open the door slowly, just in case she was in a bad mood. As soon as he entered her eyes got fixed on him, trying to sense anything that she wouldn't like from the boy.

'You seem happy.'

He had practised it at least a hundred times, but when the boy looked into his mother's eyes he forgot everything that he made up.

'Y-yeah Misses, I got a part-time job' He lied and smiled, praying to be able to convince her.

'So you're not useless anymore. I hope you ate at school, I just finished the food.'

He nodded in approval, even though he didn't eat anything for the past ten hours. But he knew he was lucky, there were children that weren't eating for days. Plus he had to get used to it, he had to get stronger.

He got into his room, leaving his homework aside in order to do research for something he could do in order to make money. After millions of results that didn't match with his situation, he found something that could be interesting. One clothing site was making requests for merch designers. He had been drawing since he was a kid, so he had the qualifications. He sent the site some photos of his drawing and, surprisingly enough, he recieved a response in just a couple minutes saying that he was hired. 

To prove his determination, the boy stood up until 6 a.m. to make his first design. Just in minutes after he send it it had been aproved, and he recieved his first pay. He couldn't even get too happy about it, because his eyes closed and he fell in a deep peaceful sleep.

~<•>~

As Hitoshi fell asleep, the members of the Aizawa-Yamada household were already waking up, none of them being able to sleep anymore. Hizashi tried to get out of bed to make some coffee, but his husband grabbed his shirt in order to catch his attention.

'What is it Sho~?' The blond asked smirking at the half-asleep man in front of him.

The man he loved more that he loved himself looked scared, concerned, his eyes being wide open. He just had a nightmare, Hizashi was sure about it.

'Is that kid of yours, Shinsou, is he alright?'

Hizashi sighted, not knowing what to say. The kid was pretty strong for his age, but way too thin and pale to look healthy. Mentally, he had no idea. He was always quiet, not wanting to get any attention. He would often see him sleeping in class, but his eyebags showed that he really needed that sleep, so he never woke him up. 

After a while, the blond spoke.

'He reminds me of you. The old you to be more specific.'

Shouta nodded to show his husband that he aknowledged what he said.

The both men slowly got up, the dark-haired one clinging to the other one. Hizashi moved his hands to hold his husband, to show him that everything was safe and he was there.

'You must have had a terrible nightmare if you start worrying about my class as well.' He started teasing the distressed man, trying to make him feel better.

'Shut up, cockatoo.' He heard his man give a dry laugh, leaning into him even more.

'Wanna talk about it?'

'No'

They stood there a couple minutes, enjoying the silence of the night, before Shouta pulled himself out of the hug.

'Cmon, we have to go.'

'We can take the day off if you want.'

'I can't. I promised your brat I'll train him'

'Okay then.'

They both headed to the kitchen, starting to make some much-needed coffee.

~<•>~

Hitoshi woke up in a panic. Something was bad, something was really bad and he didn't know what. He stood up in a second and the realization hit him. It was already 8 a.m., classes just started and he was at home with no homework done.

He was so screwed now. He quickly went into the bathroom, changed, stuffed the bag with some books without checking the timetable and ran out of the house, without eating.

What was he going to do now?! He was sure he had some huge eyebags that couldn't be missed and probably looked like a homeless man, because he didn't bother to brush his hair or iron his uniform. Heck, he left the house in a rush, it was all a disaster. He knew he was going to pay for that, but now all he had to do was to get to school in a reasonable amount of time.

His vision was getting more and more blurry, but he didn't care. He had to get to school. His legs refused to go any further, but he pushed himself so much that he was running as fast as he could ever do. His breath was short, but he didn't pay attention. He had to get to school.

He finally arrived. He ran on the hallway, opened the door of the classroom and...

Hitoshi's world went black.

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