You smiled at Shima as he compliments how the food tastes, also that he helped making it. Your smile falls as you remember the rather short conversation you had with Hizashi.
"He's here, he, he said, back here, home. (Y/N)." His voice sounded rushed and almost impossible to comprehend.
"Calm down Yamada. Deep breaths, I can't understand you. Could you repeat that?" You calmly said.
After taking a huge intake of air, Hizashi repeated what he said.
"Aizawa's back, he's back home, and he wants to see you."
You flinched, your posture turned rigid. "You know what to do Yamada, I told you." You said in a cold voice.
"But what should I tell him? He is my friend, I can't lie to my friend."
"You said that you have my back Yamada, you told me that you would take care of things. You could tell him that I died for all I care."
"I can't tell him that! He would've went to your parents or his to ask for confirmation!"
"I told my parents and his parents to not give him any new information about me ever. Don't you ever dare to tell him about Shima or you're good as dead Yamada."
"Okay! Okay! Alright! I'll deal with him, just take care of my cute listener, 'kay?"
The call ended with you sighing heavily, you prayed that it wouldn't be too soon for you and Shima to move places already.
"Mother?"
You blinked, "Yes?" You said.
Shima blinked his doe eyes at you, "You haven't touched your food. Are you feeling ill? Can I help you with anything?" The ever so adorable child of yours is worried.
"I seemed out of it for a moment, I'm sorry." You smiled at him to ease his worries and started to eat your food.
After six years, he came back to his home town.
He told her that he would come back, that he promised to do so. He knew that it was incredibly stupid of him to leave her, especially on the day when they would finally be wedded.
Aizawa immensely regretted his actions a week after leaving and scolded himself for only having the courage to come back after six whole years. Though it seemed almost impossible, he had hoped to see her inside their home, patiently waiting for him—without another guy beside her.
When he reached their home, he rang the doorbell, only to receive no answers. The door was locked, he tried to remember where he would usually hide the key. He found it under the pot of a wilted plant on their front porch.
Once opening the door, he turned on the lights and saw how clean the living room looked. Every furniture seemed untouched, the floors were a little dusty though. It looked like nobody had lived inside for a long time.
"Did she—?" Aizawa walked towards their bedroom and saw how neat the bed was made. He looked through the drawers and found his clothes. He strode towards the bathroom and found his shampoo and conditioner.
He slumped into the living room couch, his hands on his face. His things were still here, all in pristine condition. What he noticed was, her things were nowhere in sight. Her clothes that smelled like her favorite fabric conditioner, her bag of her hair brushes and hair ties, her shampoo and conditioner, and even her favorite body wash.
Her favorite plate, her favorite bowl to have cereal in, her coffee mug, all of the things that reminded him of her was gone—as if she never lived with him in the same house.
Aizawa lifted himself up to walk towards the bedroom, his eyes caught a flash of light near the bed. His eyes watered as he held the engagement ring he gave her.
He cried.
After calming down, he opened his phone to dial his friend's number. It was the first time in forever since he turned it on, the last thing he remembered he received was a message from Hizashi telling him that (Y/N) doesn't want him back anymore.
The phone rung for two times, and a third time until the call was received.
"Shouta?"
"Yamada, it's me."
"Hey man! It's been forever since you called! I mean literally! I thought you were a goner! You got me worried! Have you called your parents yet? They're worried sick too! You should call them after—"
"Is she worried?"
"What? What did you say?"
"Did she want to find me? Did she miss me? I—"
"Woah woah, slow down. First of all, YOU left her alone on your wedding day. YOU told her to not call you or whatever, YOU left for five or six years bro! Do you think she wants to see you?"
"....."
"Plus, I haven't heard of her for the past years. We haven't been in touch for a loooooong time, my dude. I'm not the correct guy to ask about how she's doing."
"Do you know where she lives now?"
"Nuh uh, no clue."
"Thanks."
Aizawa ended the call, Hizashi is not really good at lying. The black-haired man heavily sighed as he prepares himself to visit his parents tomorrow.
