Bnha reacts!

Where are we?

Shouta could feel it.

It was a seemingly normal day. His students were doing their regular classes before heroics class. Shouta sat at his desk in the teachers' lounge, sleeping bag folded neatly under it. He was grading papers as usual. Hizashi had brought him his coffee and stash of applesauce to eat throughout the day, so that was definitely a nice touch.

Everything was going the same. He heard the door open and looked up to see Yagi walking into the room. He internally groaned and turned back to his papers. He gave the students a written assignment. They were supposed to write down what to do in a certain hostage situation. Nothing new.

So why did he have this feeling something was going to go wrong?

He couldn't put his finger on it. The feeling gnawed into his skin and curdled in his stomach. It felt so frighteningly similar to the feeling he had just before the USJ trip, and that did not bode well to settle his worries.

Setting the pen down on his desk where he was grading, he positioned his face to rest in his aching hands. He rubbed at his eyes and tried to soothe himself with the repetitive motion, making circles around his temples to fend off the impending headache.

He heard a rolling chair slide up to near he was, and the suspicions on who would dare to approach him were proven right when a hand rested gently on his shoulder, offering a small comfort that grounded him further. Shouta stayed in the position he was in for a few moments longer, allowing himself to compose his thoughts with the pressure of his husband's hand on his shoulder, a silent comfort - and question.

He knew Hizashi was worries when he was in these kinds of states. It hasn't been to long since the last, as he comforted Shouta when he was worried about a field trip later in the day.

'Everything will be fine, Shou.' It's just a field trip for rescue training!' He had said.

A few hours later as Shouta laid in the hospital bed, he mocked his husband with a knowing glare, who had the audacity to get food from the shitty hospital cafeteria to avoid the glare Shouta was giving, determined to burn a hole in the side of his husband's head.

He took a deep breath, covering his eyes for a second more before sighing. He looked up, meeting his husband's worried eyes and rubbed his hands through his hair, letting them fall to his side.

"What's wrong Shouta?" his husband questioned. Concern laced his voice. Shouta caught the way Hizashi lowered his voice, letting them have privacy in their conversation. It was a rare thing, but Hizashi knew when it was necessary. He had learned the lesson of having private conversations too loudly a long time ago.

"Something's wrong," he said in lieu of replying. He came straight to the point. There was no use in softening the blow. Hizashi was used to the blunt tones he gave, so he felt no reason to change it. Hi husband had told him long ago that he actually appreciated the bluntness, and that people tended to beat around the bush way too much on the job, himself included. "I don't know what it is. It feels too... familiar." he finished, eyes glancing to his elbow.

Hizashi listens to his words carefully, tracing his line of sight and frowning. He looked back up to Shouta and bites his cheek, much like he always did when he was thinking. "Why don't you go talk to Nedzu about it? He knows to take you seriously when you get a feeling like this, especially after... well. He could probably help y'know?" Hizashi said, gesturing to the front door of the teacher's lounge.

"That... could work. For all his faults, he would stop at nothing to protect these kids. Plus, I'm pretty sure he learned his lesson after last time."

Hizashi snorted, bringing his hand off of Shouta's shoulder. He stood up, stretching his hands over his head and yawning. When he finished his dramatic display, he grabbed his chair and started to roll it back to his desk.