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Hizashi kind of feels bad about it, since he’s all but dragging Aizawa off of campus, but he and every other staff person knows it’s what Aizawa needs right now. There’s definitely guilt as he grabs Aizawa’s wrist and pulls him out of the classroom, the man stumbling behind him and not even putting up much of a fight, but Hizashi shoves it down, telling himself that Aizawa has pushed himself to his limits, again, and needs to rest.
Luckily, the kids aren’t around. He’d been able to convince Nemuri to take them outside for an impromptu training exercise when Tsuyu had come knocking at the staff room to inform him that Aizawa-sensei didn’t seem to be feeling well and had sat down at his desk for a moment and fallen dead asleep. She’d probably actually saved a bit of Aizawa’s dignity, since she’d been the only one to notice during the test he’d administered and had quietly gotten up and made her way down to the staff room. As far as Hizashi knows, no one else had noticed him and sure enough, when Hizashi had dropped everything and gone to Aizawa’s classroom, Aizawa had his head flat on his desk, eyes shut and fast asleep.
He’d woken up, dazed and slightly confused, at the sound of Hizashi announcing his presence. Nemuri had ushered the kids out, and Hizashi had told Aizawa that he was taking him back home. Aizawa had put up a drowsy argument, the same argument he gives every other time he overworks himself and ends up collapsing from the stress and sleep-deprivation—‘I still have work to do, I can’t go home.’
Hizashi decided that he wasn’t putting up with it, and that’s where he is now, his fingers wrapped around Aizawa’s wrist as he leads him out of the school and to Hizashi’s car. Aizawa has stopped arguing by now, but Hizashi knows it’s more out of a place of exhaustion rather than acceptance, but it’s good enough for him right now.
“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll be able to sleep soon,” Hizashi tells him, watching as Aizawa slouches forward in the passenger’s seat, eyes already drooping again. Hizashi hesitates, frowning at Aizawa, key hovering next to the ignition, and the guilt gnaws at him, different from before.
Honestly, he should’ve seen this coming.
Aizawa’s had a rough year. He’s become a target for the villains trying to take out All Might, for the simple reason that Aizawa is strong and defends the kids with everything he has when attacked. He’s stressed constantly , to the point where he’s staying in the dorms a lot of the time in an attempt to be closer to his class in case something was to happen. And even then, when he stays in the dorms, Hizashi knows well that Aizawa doesn’t let himself sleep much. He’ll call sometimes, or text, in the early hours of the morning, clearly awake and working or patrolling the campus. Hizashi has taken to dragging him home lately, just so that Aizawa can get away at least a little from the stress.
He knows that the anxiety has really gotten to Aizawa, and it’s changed him. Hizashi sees the parts of him that Aizawa doesn’t let others see, and Hizashi sees Aizawa becoming increasingly paranoid and close to a breakdown.
Maybe, he thinks, this is the start of that.
He looks at Aizawa over his sunglasses, and Aizawa is too far gone by now to even stare back at him. His arguments had been short-lived and he’s faded into a silence that tells Hizashi that he can’t speak, and suddenly, Hizashi’s glad that he got Aizawa out of the school when he did, because if he was this close to this state in there, it could’ve ended up badly.
He kind of just wants to pull Aizawa into his arms, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shoves his car key into the ignition and backs out of the parking lot, doing everything he can to get Aizawa home sooner.
Hizashi fills the silence with his voice, keeping the radio off, knowing well that Aizawa likes hearing Hizashi talk to him when he’s like this, when he’s so upset that he’s at his breaking point, “I’ll take you home and put you to bed so you can sleep. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable so you can take a nice nap and by the time you wake up, school will be over and I’ll be back home.”
He’s both trying to comfort himself and Aizawa by now, because he feels even more guilt at the fact that once he gets Aizawa in bed, he’ll have to go back to the school. He has a few more classes to teach and has to look over the lesson plans of the language teachers he oversees, but he wants to just stay home and take care of Aizawa.
The drive isn’t far. They live only a few blocks from the school, and Hizashi checks to see Aizawa just barely awake as he pulls into the driveway of their house. His dark eyes are hardly open and he leans his head against the window, and Hizashi wonders, for a moment, if he should carry him into the house, before Aizawa slowly moves to let himself out.
The afternoon sun is bright and when Hizashi makes his way over to Aizawa, he sees him rubbing at his eyes and squinting in the bright light shining down on them. He looks like even more of a mess than he usually does, his head of thick, dark curls more of a bird’s nest than usual, his scruff a little darker from neglecting to shave, his uniform wrinkled and his capture scarf clumsily wrapped around his neck. Hizashi has no idea how he hadn’t noticed how disheveled Aizawa looked this morning, when he’d walked out of the bedroom to see Aizawa still awake at their kitchen table, but it’s no time to focus on it now.
He grabs Aizawa’s hand again, and he’s pliant and willing as Hizashi pulls him inside their house.
There’s a sigh of relief from Aizawa as Hizashi shuts the door behind them, and Hizashi lets Aizawa rest for a moment as he leans against the door. Their house is a stark difference to the outside—it’s dark, the only light streaming in from the sun shining outside behind the blinds that are pulled over their windows. The house is neat and organized, just like Aizawa likes it, and it looks comforting . Over the years, Hizashi has been able to convince Aizawa to have a semi-normal amount of furniture in their house, and Aizawa seems to take comfort in being here, even if being away from the kids is a cause for anxiety. The dim light from outside seeping in through the window coverings sheds a little muted light on the open living room and kitchen next to the entryway, and he catches Aizawa looking around with a relieved expression.
From the kitchen, their old cat meows a greeting to them, and Aizawa visibly relaxes as soon as she does, slumping against the door and ducking his head.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Hizashi asks him, careful to keep his tone soft. Aizawa opens his eyes, staring up at him from under his long bangs.
“It’s nothing,” He tells Hizashi, his voice flat, as if he’s still dictating to a class of teenagers and not answering a question asked by his long-time partner.
It’s bullshit, and Hizashi knows it.
It could be any number of things getting to Aizawa. It could a combination of things. There’s a lot of different things Hizashi has been suspecting as having started to affect Aizawa’s mental health, and right now something is very clearly wrong with the way he’s behaving. He’s known Aizawa long enough to know that this is the start of a breakdown.
Aizawa’s never had screaming, crying breakdowns. When he gets overwhelmed and overstimulated, he just shuts down . It’s quiet and gradual, and a lot of the time, it can be unexpected given Aizawa’s incessant need to bottle up his feelings and not tell anyone about them until it’s nearly too late. He doesn’t want to have to leave him here alone. He doesn’t want to risk Aizawa drowning in a sea of his own anxieties and paranoia, and yet, Hizashi knows that he has to go back to the school.
He tries a different technique, playing to a different side of Aizawa, the side of him that likes all the affection and praise he can get in private—the part of him that he only shows to Hizashi, and the part of him that has a desperate need to not disappoint him.
“ Shouta ,” Hizashi tries again, softer, his voice deeper and quieter in the dark living room of their house. He closes some of the distance between them with a step into Aizawa’s personal space, and curls his fingers over Aizawa’s clothed hip, stroking his thumb over the material of his jumpsuit. “Be a good boy and tell me what’s bothering you. We both know it’s not nothing , and I just want to take care of you and make things better, alright?”
There’s no hesitation. Hizashi knows how to get Aizawa to talk.
He looks away from Hizashi, glancing to the side of him instead of meeting his eyes, “I just haven’t been sleeping. You know how it is with me sometimes. It’s just hard to sleep, even when I stay at the dorms. Anything could happen at any time and—”
Aizawa falls silent with a long intake of breath, and Hizashi knows exactly what words he’d left unsaid.
“You’re scared.”
Aizawa looks at him with his dark eyes, and for once, he doesn’t glare at him at the insinuation that he’s afraid of something. Usually, that phrase would earn him a push and a stern ‘I’m not afraid of anything’, but right now, Aizawa just looks tired .
He doesn’t even look truly tired. He just looks ready to give up, and Hizashi knows it’s time to stop drilling him about the feelings Aizawa tries so hard to hide and actually start taking care of him.
“Yeah,” Aizawa says. “Maybe.”
Now, Hizashi does take Aizawa into his arms and as soon as he does, he feels Aizawa go limp in his hold. He’s ready for it, and he supports his weight, holding him tightly as Aizawa ducks his head into Hizashi’s shoulder with a shaky sigh. Aizawa’s hands come up, clutching at Hizashi’s back through his leather jacket, and while Hizashi likes being the only one to see certain sides of Aizawa, it’s during times like these, with Aizawa not even holding himself up and clinging onto Hizashi, that he wishes Aizawa wasn’t so opposed to actually feeling things.
He lets Aizawa cling to him for awhile, and then he gently pulls away, aware that he doesn’t have all the time in the world to hold Aizawa right now, and supports Aizawa as he does.
“Let’s get you into bed. You’ll feel better with some sleep,” He prompts, and doesn’t wait for a response as he starts pulling Aizawa in the direction of their bedroom. Their room is on the first floor, just off of the living room, since Aizawa isn’t always in a mood to climb the stairs in their house, and it doesn’t take long to get there. It’s dark in here, too, and cool to the point that Aizawa likes it. Aizawa is the kind of person to bundle himself with blankets and sweaters instead of turning the temperature in the house up, and he suspects that covering himself in blankets and thick clothing might bring him some sort of comfort now.
He leads Aizawa to the bed and guides him so he’s sitting on the edge of it. Wordlessly, he unravels his capture weapon from his neck, setting the heavy strands on their dresser, watching Aizawa yawn before Hizashi searches out the zipper on his jumpsuit, leaning in and brushing his lips against Aizawa’s forehead before he tugs it down. He helps Aizawa to his feet again, letting him lean on him as Hizashi slowly gets the jumpsuit off of him. He pushes Aizawa’s arms from it, undoing the utility belt around his waist before unzipping it further and having Aizawa step out of the black mass of fabric.
Aizawa hadn’t even put on an undershirt today, and the only thing he has on under his jumpsuit is a pair of cotton cat-printed panties, hugging his thighs. He looks Aizawa over, letting himself give him a small smile, and rubs a hand up Aizawa’s side as he leans on him.
Aizawa’s always had trouble taking care of himself and it’s never been a secret that he can get off-put about his own body, but Hizashi’s also never made it a secret how much he loves looking over and touching Aizawa. He’s a lot more thickly built than Hizashi is, and a lot of that comes from the fact that Aizawa is much stronger than him physically due to his quirk not providing any bodily advantages. Aizawa’s muscular, and that’s particularly apparent in his thighs , ass , and around his shoulders. Recently, though, Hizashi’s favorite thing has been the bit of fat around Aizawa’s stomach, something that comes with them entering middle age and with their bodies changing a bit again. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to make Aizawa’s tummy a bit round so that Hizashi can rub his hands over it, and that’s something he usually doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of.
In the darkness of their room, with Aizawa leaning against him heavily, Hizashi lets himself look at Aizawa. He’s shivering lightly, with goosebumps starting to erupt over his arms and legs. His skin is pale and telling of the fact that Aizawa hates the sun with a passion, and he’s littered with scars that come with the job description. Scars and burns and scrapes, some from hero work, others from his past, the few around his elbow from his attempt to keep the kids safe at the training simulation.
His gaze continues downwards, past Aizawa’s cute stomach and to his waist, taking in the way the panties he’s wearing stretch across his hips. Aizawa’s choice of underwear had been a surprise to him when he’d first discovered his preference for cotton panties, but it was honestly incredibly cute and in most situations, arousing. They hug against his thick thighs, and Hizashi smiles a bit at the realization that it’s not just shorts and jeans that Aizawa struggles to wear due to his muscular build, but even his own underwear on occasion.
Aizawa shivers harder against him, and Hizashi pulls himself from his trance of looking over Aizawa’s body and silently, he guides Aizawa back onto the bed.
“You wanna wear a sweater to bed, babe?”
Hizashi already knows the answer—Aizawa seems to feel safer in his enormous, oversized sweaters—and he makes his way to their closet before Aizawa gives him a hum in agreement, sitting obediently on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, looking like he’s close to falling asleep. He picks out a grey sweater and brings it back to Aizawa, nearly making a comment at the way Aizawa doesn’t even question him and lets Hizashi pull the thing over his head, Aizawa’s arms limp as Hizashi dresses him.
It doesn’t take much more work after that. Aizawa is exhausted , too exhausted to even fight Hizashi or insist that he can do things himself. He’s obedient as Hizashi has him lay in the middle of their bed, and he’s more than accepting when Hizashi pulls the blankets and covers over him and surrounds him with pillows, essentially making a nest for Aizawa. By the time he’s done, Aizawa already has his eyes closed, though from the way he grabs onto Hizashi’s leather jacket when he tries to get up to turn the bathroom light on for him, he’s not asleep quite yet.
Hizashi sits back down and smiles at Aizawa, though Aizawa doesn’t stir or even open his eyes.
It’s quiet in the house. Too quiet. Hizashi doesn’t like the quiet and right now, the only sound in the room is Aizawa’s breathing. He’s hesitant to leave Aizawa alone in the silence of the house with only his thoughts as background noise, so he grabs Aizawa’s phone from the nightstand and opens the radio application he has on there, tuning it to the radio station Hizashi hosts at, turning the volume low before setting it beside the pillows Aizawa has his head on.
He’s cute like this. He’s cute all the time, Hizashi thinks, but especially when he puts his guard down like this. Music drafts through the room, quiet and muted, and Aizawa’s head just barely pokes out from under the covers. His black hair is a mess, splayed across the pillow and his face, and his scruff is definitely darker than it usually is. But—he looks peaceful. His expression is finally at ease, and there’s no lines of worry or stress in his face, and Hizashi lets out a breath of relief at the realization that Aizawa is finally relaxed , even if it’s because he’d nearly collapsed out of pure exhaustion.
“Hizashi?”
Aizawa murmurs his name and Hizashi hums in acknowledgement, Aizawa’s voice full of sleepiness, as if he’s teetering on the edge of rest and awakeness.
“Make sure the kids are alright.”
“I will, babe,” He assures him, running his fingers through Aizawa’s black hair. Even though it’s messier than usual and probably hasn’t been brushed in the last day, it’s soft , like silk, and Hizashi longs to touch the rest of him, to give Aizawa the comfort that he’s here . He can’t, though, because he has to make it back to the school soon. He leans down, and kisses Aizawa’s head again. “I’ll be home in a couple hours. You get some rest.”
He moves to get up, but Aizawa still has his hand fisted in his jacket.
When he looks back at Aizawa, he doesn’t see a look of desperation or sadness on his face. Aizawa has his eyes half-open, and he has a small smirk on his face, and Hizashi dares to give him a fake-glare, knowing exactly what Aizawa wants.
He concedes with a playful groan, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders and letting Aizawa pull it into his chest. He’s able to find a near-identical one in the closet, but even that doesn’t wipe the self-satisfied grin off of Aizawa’s face.
“Love you, Hizashi,” Aizawa tells him just as Hizashi is about to duck out of the room, and Hizashi makes the mistake again of glancing back at him. Aizawa knows exactly what he’s doing, because he has his arms wrapped around Hizashi’s jacket, his nose pressed into the leather.
“I love you, too,” Hizashi pouts, turning to leave again. “Get some goddamn sleep.”
When Aizawa next comes to, he’s surrounded by warmth and there’s music playing, lowly, and the burning in his eyes from before is gone. Waking up is a gentle thing, and even that in itself is strange. He usually wakes violently, with a jolt or with the ringing of an alarm clock , with the remnants of a n unpleasant dream still lingering in his body. This isn’t like that. He wakes slowly and gently, coming to with the sound of familiar music and the feeling of being pleasantly warm .
He doesn’t even open his eyes at first, instead choosing to curl a little further into himself. He shoves his face down, feeling his unruly hair spilling across his forehead, and he rubs his scruffy, unshaven chin against the leather he finds near him, breathing in deeply to find that it smells undeniably like Hizashi .
Pretty quickly, that brings back memories, but they’re not unpleasant. Or, maybe, not entirely unpleasant. Falling asleep while teaching and administering a test is a little unpleasant, but from what he remembers, he doesn’t think any of the kids really noticed him. Hizashi not listening to his arguments and literally pulling him out of the school hadn’t really been the highlight of his day, but admittedly, it was for the best, as he realizes now. His last few days have been spent in a whirlwind of worry and exhaustion, to the point where it’s gotten hard to cover it up anymore, resulting in Aizawa sitting down after giving out the test and immediately falling asleep.
There’s been something wrong since his class first started getting targeted, and Aizawa’s been left feeling like there’s nothing he can do to protect them. As he lays in bed now, listening to the low music that he recognizes is from Hizashi’s radio station, he realizes that his feelings of helplessness have been exacerbated by his lack of sleep and that depriving himself of it actually isn’t doing him any favors. If anything, it seems to be making things worse. He has no idea what time it is, but he knows he’s just waking up from a nap and even with that small amount of sleep, he’s already able to think better and more rationally .
In the end, the kids are going to be alright for tonight. They’re at school right now with a lot of other teachers surrounding them, and Midnight has been assigned as the dorm guardian for the weekend, and logically, Aizawa knows she’s more than capable of doing her job correctly. They’ll be fine, no matter how much he worries, and thinking and obsessing about it is irrational. Right here, right now, he just wants to enjoy the warm feeling of finally being in his own bed, surrounded by what feels like a thousand blankets and pillows and listening to an advertisement playing with Hizashi’s voice.
Outside his room, he can hear one of their cats playing with some bell toy, pouncing on it and chirping at it right outside his door.
Aizawa opens his eyes a little, finding himself staring out into his own bedroom at his own house. The room is dark, for the most part, aside from the gentle orange light coming from the half-open bathroom door and the small amount of dimming sunlight that escapes the blinds over the windows. It’s grounding, being here, and it reminds him of a time that he wasn’t terrified for the safety of twenty kids every waking second. It reminds him again and again that he’s thirty-one years old with a husband and two cats and a house and two actual jobs.
He’s not just something—some entity—that exists to worry and try to keep those kids safe. He’s a person , and as much as he hates to admit it, he has emotions that he’s clearly not been taking care of.
He’s a hypocrite. He’s always known that, throughout his entire teaching career. He’s always been adamant about taking care of the kids’ emotional health and wellbeing and stressing to them that it’s not just their physical health that’s important, but he’s always considered his own emotions irrational and done everything he can to shove them down.
Part of him even wants to push that thought down so he can just enjoy laying here in his own bed, but for the sake of attempting to not be a hypocrite right now, he lets the shame hit him as he thinks about the way he’d sort of just broken against Hizashi earlier.
But eventually, it passes.
It takes a while, a while of Aizawa feeling viscerally uncomfortable as he forces himself to actually feel , but eventually, the feeling lessens until it starts to fade away completely, and he finds it in himself to start thinking about other things and let it pass.
Almost hesitantly, he checks the time, and finds that school is close to getting out. There’s a few texts from Hizashi full of sappy endearments, and it takes a few minutes for Aizawa to scroll down to the texts actually telling him that he’s going to be home about an hour after school lets out. He puts his phone back on the bed, going back to listening to the music playing from it, and ducks his head again into the jacket pulled against his chest.
Hizashi smells good, and his jacket smells exactly like him. It’s a good substitute for him, even if it doesn’t run its mouth like the real Hizashi does. He can get that from the radio playing on his phone, though, because the station has gone into replaying an interview Hizashi had done last Friday.
He’s warm, and if he’s being honest with himself, he’s pretty content right now. Hearing Hizashi’s voice coming through the speaker on his phone puts him at ease, and Aizawa rolls himself onto his stomach to get more comfortable. The sheets and blankets feel soft against his bare legs, and he remembers the way Hizashi had looked him over after undressing him and the little smile he’d garnered for his choice in underwear.
His mind starts to wander a little, and he slides his eyes shut again. They’ll have the weekend to themselves, and Aizawa knows that Hizashi is going to do everything he can to take care of him for the next few days. It’s the same that usually happens whenever Aizawa gets upset at everything happening around him, and if he’s being truthful, he kind of doesn’t really mind being taken care of. It’s nice, occasionally, to have Hizashi take the reins from him and guide him through the day and do things for him. As much as Aizawa needs control in his life, Hizashi is the only one he trusts to take that control from him.
It’s times like these that Hizashi goes gentle on Aizawa and while Aizawa usually needs it rough and hard, there’s a certain mood he gets in where Aizawa likes Hizashi’s slow, gentle sessions where everything is done to maximize Aizawa’s pleasure. And Aizawa is definitely in one of those moods right now, where he wants Hizashi to touch him and run his hands over his skin.
He’s halfway between wanting to go back to sleep and wanting to text Hizashi and be very apparent with what he wants, and he doesn’t try to stop his mind from wandering further. As expected, his body starts to stir to life, and Aizawa realizes just how pent up he probably is. It’s been about a week since he’s been able to even really spend time alone with Hizashi. He’d come home the previous night, but he’d been way too strung up to want to do anything except pace the house and worry.
Now that he’s feeling at least minimally better, it doesn’t take much more than wandering thoughts to get him hard.
It’s more of an inconvenience than anything, because Hizashi certainly isn’t here, and exhaustion still sits heavy in Aizawa’s limbs and he really doesn’t feel like going through the work of getting himself off. He assumes that Hizashi will probably be all over him the moment he’s home, because Hizashi is especially clingy after Aizawa gives any sort of show of emotion, and he’d honestly just rather wait for him.
(In the back of his mind, Aizawa thinks that getting himself off wouldn’t be very deserving of Hizashi’s praise, and that’s really all he wants right now, though he’d never admit it, even in this relaxed, exhausted state of mind he’s in.)
He does, however, decide that this is worthy of a little revenge for Hizashi dragging him out of the school earlier. That, and he really wants to go back to sleep, and he wants Hizashi to know exactly what he wants when he gets home.
School’s let out by now , meaning that Hizashi isn’t surrounded by students. It’s perfect timing. The worst damage it’ll do is force Hizashi to hide his erection while he’s sitting at his desk in his office, talking to one of the teachers under him . Aizawa decides that’s not a bad price to pay for being able to go back to sleep , and not having to have this conversation when Hizashi gets home and Aizawa’s just waking up again.
He’s never been good at taking pictures, especially of himself, but Aizawa makes about as much of an effort as he can for Hizashi. He doesn’t bother to roll over, taking a few photos of his face, frowning as he flips through them. He hates having to shove the blankets off of him when he turns onto his back, the cold bit ing at his bare legs . Now, while he hates wearing pants to bed and intentionally keeps the house cold, he almost wishes that he’d worn something to bed besides a long sweater and underwear.
He has to pause when he remembers that Hizashi had been the one to dress him, and he shuts the camera off for a moment when he catches a glance at his own slightly red face. It’s embarrassing, being that helpless, helpless to the point where Hizashi had had to unzip his jumpsuit for him and then pull clothes onto him, but since he’s not lying to himself right now, he won’t necessarily deny that it’d felt kind of nice to have someone willing to do that for him. He considers flopping back on the bed and pulling the covers back up, but a twitch of his cock in his soft underwear remind him of the task at hand , and the fact that he’s already halfway done means he’s not going to give up now, or else it would’ve been a waste of time he could’ve spent sleeping.
So Aizawa bites his bottom lip, spreads his legs, and tries his goddamn best to get some sort of angle that looks even remotely arousing.
It’s hard, when Aizawa isn’t used to taking photos of himself and isn’t the biggest fan of staring at his own body, he and ends up tiring himself more before actually getting a shot he thinks will be good. It doesn’t take long for him to get exasperated with his attempts, roll himself back into the nest of blankets and pillows, and put the radio back on. He starts looking through what he’s taken, and he forces himself to pick out a few photos to attach in a message for Hizashi.
He hesitates on the final one, not liking the way his stomach sticks out in it. He’s been—he doesn’t want to say self-conscious , because Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his appearance, but wary of the way his body has looked around his abdomen for the last year or so. Hizashi...Well, Hizashi always has a way of making him feel a little better about it, though, and Aizawa forces back the urge to roll his hips into the mattress at the thought.
He doesn’t want to mess with taking photos anymore and decides to just leave it, hitting the send button and putting the phone on his chest, letting his eyes fall shut as he waits for a reply back.
Hizashi’s just finishing up with the English teacher who teaches the business classes when his phone goes off, and Hizashi immediately stops talking and nearly jumps out of his seat to snatch his phone off of his desk. He isn’t necessarily worried , though the thought of Aizawa being upset and him not being there has been sitting at the back of his mind since he’d come back to the school, and he’s more expecting a response to the many texts Hizashi has sent him throughout the day.
He gets something like that.
“Anyways,” He doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he continues dictating to the teacher in his department, even when the other man clears his throat expectantly. “Make the changes I specified to your lesson plan by next week and we’ll talk again.”
He glances over his glasses at the man in a clear invitation to leave , and he gets the hint, shutting the door to Hizashi’s private office behind him.
hey. miss you.
[Attached, three photos]
Hizashi doesn’t hesitate a second to open what Aizawa’s sent him, leaning back in his chair and wondering how many more reviews he has to give before he’s allowed to go home. He’s half tempted to just tell the teachers under him that his husband isn’t feeling well and needs him at home—which is a terrible, but true, excuse that the principal will definitely accept if he ever caught wind of it due to his soft spot for Aizawa—
Hizashi swallows hard when he sees the first photo.
There’s nothing really inherently dirty about it. It’s just a photo of Aizawa’s face, looking up at the camera with his dark eyes, and Hizashi doesn’t miss the way that his pupils are blown wider than usual. He has an arm under the pillow and is on his stomach, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth in a way that gets Hizashi every fucking time Aizawa pulls that move on him.
The next two photos are just as bad. There’s a photo of Aizawa’s ass in his panties, and Hizashi stares at it for a long time, following the curve of his cheeks to where he can see the small of Aizawa’s back, where he’s pulled up his sweater. He’s always admired Aizawa’s ass, since he has what Hizashi considers a particularly plush one, and he can even see a bit of Aizawa’s thighs in the photo.
It’s the next one that really gets to him, though, and as soon as Hizashi opens it, his eyes go wide, and he has to bite the glove on his hand to hold back the noise threatening to erupt from him.
Aizawa’s on his back—or sitting up, maybe? But Hizashi guesses he’s on his back—his thighs spread, and the front of his cute, cat-printed underwear on display. That’s when he sees that Aizawa is hard and leaking, and there’s an obvious wet spot where pre-cum has dripped from the tip of his dick. The head of his cock pushes against the waistband of his panties, and Hizashi can just barely see the pink tip sticking out, and his eyes follow upwards until they rest on Aizawa’s stomach.
He knows for a fact that Aizawa is at least a little embarrassed about the recent pudginess of his abdomen, but god , Hizashi fucking loves it, and the fact that he can see Aizawa’s soft, slightly round tummy quickly bumps up this picture from great to downright perfect.
More than ever, he wants to get out of here. His pants are tight, and staring at that last photo has gotten him worked up enough that Hizashi drops a hand down to the front of his pants, and presses his fingers through the tight leather to put some pressure on his cock. He knows he can’t do this now, not in his office when he still has to do more reviews, but that last photo is worth teasing himself a little.
He shakily types out a few excited texts in reply and sends them, slamming his phone back onto his desk as he forces his concentration back on the reviews. He opens the next folder laying on his desk, and tries to involve himself in reading over the lesson plans written there, but his mind keeps drifting back to Aizawa, laying there in bed, hard and listening to Hizashi’s radio station, just waiting for him to come back home.
With a grin, he picks up his phone and types out a last text to Aizawa before continuing working.
It doesn’t take long at all for Hizashi to respond, and Aizawa is dozing into a half-sleep as he listens to the re-run of last Friday’s interview playing over his phone speaker. It buzzes on his chest, once, suddenly, rousing Aizawa out of his doze, and he pauses for a yawn before going to pick it up, just in time for another text to come through. He rolls onto his side, and the phone in his hands buzzes once more, and Aizawa remembers his usual annoyance at Hizashi for never compiling everything he has to say into one text.
It doesn’t annoy him as much as usual now, though Aizawa doesn’t know if it’s because he’s feeling relaxed and even calm after his small breakdown earlier, or if it’s because it makes Hizashi seem that much more excited.
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he reads the messages.
Naughty boy, sending me photos like that when I’m trying to get some work done. Though, I’m not complaining.
I see someone’s looking forward to me coming home! You’re so pretty, Shouta. I’m gonna save these photos forever. I’m looking forward to coming home, too.
And then there’s the last one, the one that Aizawa almost can’t bring himself to read because of how utterly embarrassing it is, and when he is finally able to read over the words, it does nothing to help the predicament that his body is still in.
God, babe, I especially love that last photo. When I come home, I’m gonna make you feel so good, Shouta. Gonna rub your tummy and take care of that pretty cock of yours. You’ll like that, won’t you? I can’t wait to see you. Be a good boy for me, babe.
Aizawa doesn’t blush easily, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t feel his entire face heat up at Hizashi’s idea of sexting.
He’s a little surprised that Hizashi had taken so much to that last photo after Aizawa had decided that he hadn’t really liked it , just sen ding it on a whim with the others. Part of him is glad, because, well—
This is exactly what he’d wanted.
He likes it when Hizashi treats him like this, when he showers him in praise and tells him to be good for him. He’s good at it, too, and he knows exactly how to make Aizawa work with him, how to make Aizawa keen and cry out for him. It’s a skill to make him submissive, and Hizashi is nothing short of an expert at it. He’d gone into this with the intention of hopefully waking up to Hizashi crawling into bed with him and helping him get off, speaking soft words to him and stroking his hands over his skin. He doesn’t like looking at himself, and his stomach has been a point of particular frustration lately, and he’ll never admit it, but he especially likes it when Hizashi rubs his hand over his abdomen as he gets him off. For some reason, it makes him feel more pleasure, and the way Hizashi touches him is so intimate and loving that Aizawa finds himself weirdly craving it.
He’s happy that Hizashi had picked up on that, because asking him to rub his stomach during sex is just about the most humiliating thing Aizawa can think of.
He lays back against his nest of pillows, trying to decide whether to respond to Hizashi or to leave it be, when his phone vibrates under his fingertips again. Aizawa looks down at it, and raises an eyebrow at the words he sees written there.
No touching yourself, Shouta. You gotta be good and wait for me to come home, got it?
Now, that makes things a little more interesting.
Aizawa acting as a submissive in the bedroom is something that would probably surprise a lot of the people he sees on a daily basis, and with anyone else, it’d be unheard of. But this is Hizashi , and Hizashi is the exception to every rule, and he has this way of taking control from him while simultaneously giving it to him. He wants to obey. He wants to be good for Hizashi. He wants to be pet and praised and told that he’s doing so well and after what happened earlier, at the school and when they’d gotten home, Aizawa wants it more than ever.
Because he still sort of feels pathetic over it. Pathetic for being stupid enough to think that depriving himself of sleep in favor of worry was going to help, as if it was going to make things better . It’d been a horrible, rash decision, and Aizawa hasn’t quite been able to shake the scenario going through his head of what if there had been an attack? He’d been in absolutely no shape to fight, let alone protect twenty kids and an entire school. He’d barely been functioning for the past few days.
He rarely gets overstimulated anymore, but this past week has been a living hell for him. He hates staying in the dorms, in that cramped little apartment that smells bad and is right next to the utility room. He’d kept himself up for days patrolling and working, staring at his computer screen or a stack of papers to grade whenever he’s not watching the grounds for various potential dangers or intruders. It had gotten to the point today where everything was simultaneously too loud and too bright and too much and Aizawa had laid his head down on his desk for just a second, but the next thing he knew he was being jolted awake with the sound of Hizashi’s voice.
Right now, he kind of feels like a failure, and he tries to let himself feel like that, but it just feels worse and worse as the moments pass.
The kids look to him as some sort of parental figure. After so much, they trust him to protect them, and Aizawa could’ve very easily thrown them in danger by so horribly neglecting to take care of himself.
He’s suddenly reminded why he hates feeling things in general, because this feels like utter shit. His usual go-to is rational thinking, but rational thinking has led him to the conclusion that he fucked up and things could’ve been a lot worse than just Aizawa falling asleep while administering a test. This is the same thinking, the same self-hatred that’s led him around in circles before, and he kind of just wants Hizashi to be home now so he can feel better.
Hizashi seems to always have that effect on him. He’s calming to be around, and Aizawa always feels like he can think clearer with him there. He wants Hizashi’s praise, wants him to come home and fuss at him, to take care of him since Aizawa himself is clearly unable to do so. It won’t be much longer, he knows, and he can fall back asleep again while he’s waiting, but right now, time feels as though it’s stretching on forever.
He writes back a response and sends it to Hizashi.
alright. see you when you’re home.
Aizawa’s always been a man of few words, and his texts are no exception.
He waits a moment, and then hesitantly taps out an addendum.
i’ll be good.
He pulls the blankets over himself again, evening his breathing out as he presses his face into the jacket he’d made Hizashi leave behind. It’s not the real deal, but it’s close enough, and with the warmth of his own bed, the noise of Hizashi’s voice meeting his ears from the radio on his phone, and the scent he can pick up from the leather jacket he has pulled against his chest, Aizawa is able to lull himself back to sleep, if only for the promise that Hizashi will be home when he wakes up next.
And sure enough, he wakes up next to the sound of the front door opening and to the noise of their cats meowing at Hizashi for food.
Again, it’s just as gentle as before when he wakes up , and Aizawa feels surrounded in warmth and relief, though he can feel the remnants of an interrupted dream lingering in his body, with the way he’s already half-hard. He shifts where he’s laying, but not enough to alert Hizashi , as the other man shushes their cats in what Aizawa is sure is an attempt to keep them quiet so he can sleep.
Strangely, he already feels a bit better with Hizashi home. There’s something in the way he can hear Hizashi tiptoeing around, doing his best to keep quiet as he feeds their cats and then as he makes his way to the room. Aizawa keeps his eyes shut, still acting as if he’s asleep, and he hears Hizashi pause, looking at him, before he creeps his way to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. A second later, there’s the telltale signs of water running as Hizashi starts his normal routine of washing the product and hairspray from his hair.
Aizawa listens to him, wrapping his arms around the jacket pulled against his chest. Hizashi starts to hum in the bathroom, and Aizawa almost feels himself starting to drift off again. His thoughts don’t wander and he keeps himself from really thinking at all, instead just listening to Hizashi moving around. He turns on the blow dryer after the shower shuts off, and Aizawa smiles into his pillows in anticipation of Hizashi coming into bed with him.
Hizashi drying his hair seems to take forever, but Aizawa’s patient. The radio is still playing quietly from his phone, the station having gone back to music, but Aizawa hardly pays attention to it now that Hizashi’s home. He doesn’t open his eyes, even as the door of the bathroom quietly opens, and there’s no hesitation when he feels the edge of the bed dip when Hizashi sit s on it.
“Shouta,” He hums, his voice soft and making Aizawa want to open his eyes to look at him,but he resists. Hizashi gently puts his hand on him, on top of the blankets, over his thigh, and Aizawa fights to remain acting like he’s asleep. He likes this—being at home with Hizashi like this feels domestic and it fills him with a sense of normalcy, something he didn’t even know that he’d been missing until now, and he hangs onto it, not taking it for granted.
Hizashi’s quiet voice fills the air, seeping into every corner of their room and bringing a sense of security to him that Aizawa had previously been missing, “You look so pretty , Shouta. I missed you. I’ve been missing you for awhile now. I’m so glad you’re home.”
Hizashi shifts, and Aizawa feels a pit open in his chest as he processes Hizashi’s words.
There’s guilt again, pressing at him and filling him with momentary dread.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s known for a while that he hasn’t been himself and that he’s been hurting, Hizashi’s words only confirming what Aizawa has tried to deny. Aizawa’s been home before, sure, physically. He’s stayed the night here, sometimes staying for a week at a time before his worry drives him back to that shitty apartment in the dorms, but he hasn’t been here in a long time. He’s been putting Hizashi through this, too, and he’s forced Hizashi to stand by and watch while Aizawa tears himself apart by pushing himself further and further every day that he’s able to.
He’s happy to be here, too, and being home feels good , even if he can hear the pain and concern in Hizashi’s words. Hizashi crawls over him, clearly being careful not to disturb Aizawa, and it doesn’t take long at all for Hizashi to settle himself under the covers, fitting easily into Aizawa’s nest of blankets and pillows. He’s the only one that Aizawa allows into his space like this, Hizashi comfortably easing himself into a loving and familiar position , chest pressed against his back, and his legs tangling with Aizawa’s.
It’s then that he finally rouses himself, pushing himself back against Hizashi. They fit well together, and Hizashi’s arms curl around his chest, holding Aizawa tightly against him. He feels Hizashi’s chin against his covered shoulder, his long hair spilling onto Aizawa’s bare neck. Hizashi’s legs are mostly bare, aside from what Aizawa assumes are his boxers, and Hizashi holds him close, letting Aizawa breathe a sigh of relief of the feeling of Hizashi, solid and warm behind him.
“Welcome home,” Aizawa mumbles, half into his pillow, finally blinking his eyes open. He’s a little more well-rested now than he’d been before, and having Hizashi here is already making Aizawa feel more comfortable and safe.
Hizashi presses a kiss against Aizawa’s neck, his trimmed facial hair tickling against his skin. He’s close to Aizawa’s ear, and his voice sends shivers down his spine, “How are you feeling, baby? Did you sleep well?”
Aizawa hums in response, letting Hizashi nose at his neck. His lips are nice on his skin, soft and gentle, and while Aizawa usually wants Hizashi to bite him, claim him, make him his, he needs this right now. This softness that Hizashi is treating him with, makes him feel a little better than worthless.
“I’m better,” Aizawa stares out into the rest of the room. It’s dark and the light from the slightly ajar bathroom plays out on the carpeted floor of the bedroom, just barely shining onto the bed. Hizashi is so warm behind him, a solid shape Aizawa can press back against, and his mind is at ease with Hizashi, his thoughts no longer circling over and over in his company. He sighs, and it’s more out of relief than anything, “A little better, at least.”
“Good,” Hizashi purrs against his skin, and Aizawa curses his ability to make his voice sound so similar to a cat’s happy purr. It forces a shiver down his body, and he hears Hizashi let out a small laugh against his neck. “I see you’ve still got my jacket after you stole it earlier. Though, I’ll forgive you for that since you sent me such nice pictures, even if I was in a meeting.”
His face heats up at the mention of the stupid photos he’d sent Hizashi , and the memory of the texts he’d gotten in response do nothing to make him feel any less embarrassed.
Hizashi isn't still, and he drops a hand down to Aizawa’s thigh, stroking down his muscle, his touch feather-light, just enough to send sparks flying up Aizawa’s body. Hizashi doesn’t wait for a response from him, continuing to talk to him, and the words stick in Aizawa’s throat as he hangs on to every word his partner says, “I’m gonna take good care of you this weekend, baby. I want you to relax and get all the rest you need. I’ll take care of everything for you.”
It’s getting a bit hard for Aizawa to keep his composure and not break under Hizashi’s words. He needs this, needs Hizashi to take the control away from him, because that’s the only way he’ll be able to feel better at all. That, and he needs him here, with him, and Aizawa’s missed Hizashi more than anything . H e doesn’t try to shove down his feelings for once, letting himself feel the swell of emotions threaten ing to erupt from his chest, and he takes a choked breath before murmur ing out his partner’s name, letting it fall in the quiet room.
“ Hizashi .”
“It’s okay, baby,” Hizashi’s assurance comes quick, and he breathes another kiss onto Aizawa’s neck, taking the hand on his thigh and brushing it through the bushy hair that falls around Aizawa’s face. He lets his eyes slide partially shut again, feeling Hizashi’s fingers gently card through the mess that is his hair, carefully, picking apart the small knots and kinks he finds in it, all while talking to him. It lets Aizawa slide into a state of bliss at the sound of his voice , and the touch of his fingers. “You’ll be alright. We’re gonna work something out, okay? I’ll help you. You’re not doing this alone. You don’t deserve to have to feel like this all the time.”
“I’m sorry,” Aizawa croaks, the cracking of his voice so prominent in the quiet bedroom. Hizashi brushes the back of his hand against Aizawa’s cheek in response and he finds himself lean ing into his touch, and opens his mouth when Hizashi presses his thumb against Aizawa’s bottom lip.
“You’re alright,” Hizashi tells him. “But you need to stop pushing yourself. You’re overworking yourself. Let me take care of you. Let me help you. I want to, Shouta, but you have to let me.”
His words, though comforting, have a clear hint of worry beneath them.
There’s a pause, and the room is mostly silent, aside from Aizawa’s uneven breathing. He wants to be held, touched, talked to and praised, and Hizashi talking to him like this with his light touches has him achingly hard in his underwear . H e’s at the point where he can’t ignore his arousal, nor can he ignore the emotions still swelling in his chest, the waves the wash over him and the way he’s only grounded by Hizashi behind him.
“Okay,” He finally breathes.
“Good,” Hizashi is near-whispering against his neck, and Aizawa has to fight himself not to shiver as Hizashi’s breath ghosts across his skin. “Now, let me take care of you, baby.”
Before Aizawa can say or even do anything, Hizashi brushes through his hair a final time, and then his fingers trail a burning path down the fabric of Aizawa’s baggy sweater, until his hand pushes under the bottom hem of it, coming to a rest on Aizawa’s stomach.
He swallows hard, and Hizashi’s touch feels nothing but good and so wonderfully warm on his skin.
“Have you been good for me?” It’s admittedly hard to focus on Hizashi’s words when his fingers start moving, just moving in small, gentle circles around his navel. Aizawa has to squeeze his thighs together in response, the softness of Hizashi’s small movement causing the sensations to skyrocket. He wants to answer, not really caring how desperate he sounds, but the words won’t come.
Instead, Hizashi seems content in answering his own question as he pushes his other arm under Aizawa a little more so that he can touch more of him, and suddenly, Hizashi’s fingers are touching his underwear and he can feel the warmth and pressure of his fingertips on his cock through the soft cotton. He’s hard, and the panties he’d put on earlier today feel tight on his hard cock, his head pushing stubbornly at the waistband of them. The fabric is wet from earlier, when Aizawa had taken photos of himself, from waking up half-hard, and from now , with Hizashi’s hand rubbing circles over his abdomen in exactly the way that Aizawa likes.
He doesn’t really think he’ll last long. He’s in a submissive mindset now, and he just wants to hear praise and affection spill from Hizashi’s lips. He just wants to be taken care of, and he wants to be needy and clingy. He remembers Hizashi’s words, him saying that they have the weekend to themselves, and the way he’d said it to Aizawa, as if he’d already made the decision for him that Aizawa wasn’t going anywhere this weekend.
The thought tears a small groan from behind Aizawa’s clenched teeth.
“Oh, you’ve been very good,” Hizashi comments, and Aizawa’s breath picks up at the praise. Hizashi lightly strokes him through his panties. He can hear the grin in Hizashi’s voice, and he pushes back against him just as Hizashi starts to rub wider circles on his stomach. He doesn’t push, not putting any pressure on him, his rubbing intimate as he covers Aizawa’s slightly-pudgy stomach in loving touches. “Look at you. You waited for me like a good boy. So good… You like this, don’t you, Shouta? You’re so warm and hard for me, all because I’m rubbing your belly.”
There’s only a little shame that hits him at Hizashi’s words. The hand that Hizashi has on his clothed cock wanders upwards, dipping under the waistband of his underwear, and his thumb rubs against the head of his cock.
Aizawa can’t stop the sound that comes from him.
“You know,” Hizashi goes on, his nails lightly grazing the skin above his navel. Aizawa drops his head, staring down, where he can see his sweater pushed up to his chest and Hizashi’s hand moving in wider circles over his stomach. His hips thrust forward at the sight, as he watches Hizashi treat him so intimately, every touch gentle and calculated . Everything feels so good , from Hizashi’s hand rubbing his stomach to his other hand snaking into his underwear, smearing Aizawa’s pre-cum down his shaft. “I really like this, too. You have such a nice body, and I love rubbing your belly like this. I’ve been thinking about this since you sent me those pictures—crawling into bed with you and touching you like this while I get you off.”
“Hizashi—” Aizawa gasps out, his breathing coming fast and hard now, even though it hasn’t even been long since they’ve started. “I’m not gonna last long—”
“Shh, it’s alright, baby,” Hizashi’s voice is so low in his ear, and it’s the only thing Aizawa can hear. He fights to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch Hizashi’s hand move in circles on his stomach, and Hizashi’s fingers wrap around his cock, giving him a slow, solid stroke, not even bothering to take Aizawa’s panties off. “You’ve been so good for me. I’m gonna take care of you. After I get you off, we can take a bath together, and then I’ll make you dinner. And later tonight, I’ll take you back in here, and I’ll fuck you nice and slow while I rub your tummy again.”
He’s close, so close, at Hizashi’s words, and everything feels so fucking good and he’s so pent up with frustration and stress that chasing the pleasure pooling in his stomach is making him cry out and pant, his voice calling out a mixture of wordless moans and Hizashi’s name. The bundle of emotions in his chest swells as he pushes into Hizashi’s hand, and he loves every second of Hizashi taking the reins from him and lets him relax and get off against him.
He’s lucky, he knows, to have someone like Hizashi in his life . S omeone who loves taking care of Aizawa when he can’t do it himself, someone so willing to hold him, someone who knows when Aizawa just can’t be in control anymore.
He thinks if the world would just stop right here, he could be happy forever.
“Hizashi, I’m gonna—”
“Such a pretty boy,” Hizashi praises, his voice directly in his ear as he squeezes Aizawa’s cock, thumb rubbing at his head. He takes to stroking Aizawa’s stomach again, rather than rubbing, and it’s a combination of seeing him lovingly move his hand against Aizawa’s skin and feeling him rub his cock that has Aizawa teetering on the edge. He wants it bad , and Hizashi seems determined to make him come in his underwear. Hizashi breathes hot on his skin again, kissing below his ear, his next words whispered so sweetly to him , “Go ahead, Shouta. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve this.”
Aizawa is more than willing to obey, his orgasm hitting him like a wall as he comes hard into Hizashi’s hand, soaking the fabric of his underwear in the process. He breathes hard, squeezing his weary eyes shut, as his body trembles and shakes his way through it. It feels incredible , and it leaves him limp and pliant in Hizashi’s arms as Hizashi smiles against his neck and pulls his hand from Aizawa’s underwear.
His other hand keeps rubbing against his stomach, and Aizawa whines a little at the loving touch.
“What a mess, Shouta,” Hizashi moves to pull himself up so he’s hovering over Aizawa. Aizawa dares to open his eyes, finding his underwear looking thoroughly ruined, cum splattered on his stomach. Hizashi raises an eyebrow at him, as Aizawa narrows his eyes in his direction, face hot at his messy state. Hizashi just laughs, and Aizawa unfortunately finds that it’s pretty hard to be mad at Hizashi when he has that laugh. “How about a bath?”
Aizawa can only look away from him, giving him a fake-pout, and muttering out a small, “Fine, but you have to carry me.”
“Alright, alright,” Hizashi immediately concedes, without a fight. There’s a pause, a beat of near-silence in the room, and then Hizashi’s voice drops back into seriousness and he looks down at Aizawa with an expression of undeniable concern in his eyes . “How are you feeling, Shouta? Better than earlier?”
Aizawa doesn’t answer for a long moment, fighting to even out his breathing as he stares up at Hizashi above him. He is, and it’s only here, with Hizashi around, that he’ll admit that there was even a problem earlier.
He sits up, and Hizashi quickly ducks out of the way to allow him space. Aizawa raises a hand to rub at his chronically dry eyes, and he notices how Hizashi’s hand is still laying on his stomach, and a small smile forces its way onto his face.
“Yeah,” He says, staring at that hand, sitting just above his navel, before he raises his head, black hair falling over his shoulders and face, to look Hizashi in the eyes again. “Earlier was hard. I don’t know—It was just too much. You’re right. I pushed myself too much and I—I need to stop doing that. It’s not helping anyone. I push myself because I’m stressed about the kids, but god , Hizashi, with the state I got into today, if anything had happened, I would’ve been the least helpful person around.”
He would never admit this to anyone else, but he lets Hizashi see parts of himself that he hides from others, and it’s relieving to release the knot of emotions that’s collected in his chest.
Hizashi says nothing in response, and instead, leans in, pressing his lips against Aizawa’s.
“Let me help you,” Hizashi says after he pulls away. “Shouta, I’ve been telling you for months that you don’t need to go at this alone.”
“Okay,” Aizawa repeats the same answer from before. He’d already made up his mind—today had been a breaking point, a breaking point he’s still recovering from, and a breaking point that he never wants to get to ever again. If Hizashi’s offering his help, and Aizawa knows he needs it, then the logical thing is to take it.
“Good boy,” Hizashi tells him, his long hair draping into Aizawa’s face as he brushes his lips against Aizawa’s forehead. “For now, just let me take care of you.”
Aizawa takes a breath in, “Please.”
He needs this now. He’s well aware of that, and he wants to not be in control now. He concedes, letting it happen, handing over control to Hizashi, and he lets his eyes slide shut when Hizashi wraps his arms around him again. He’s limp against his partner, and allows Hizashi to start to pull him off the bed and towards the bathroom.
“Let’s get in the bath,” Hizashi offers, and Aizawa tiredly nods.
He’s safe here, he knows. He’s safe with Hizashi. And he trust s him more than anyone.
Hizashi had said earlier that things were going to get better, as long as Aizawa just let him help. He has no reasoning not to trust that, and he accepts it, forcing himself to believe in him and his words . B ecause even if Aizawa can’t believe in himself , his abilities or even in his rationality, he believes in Hizashi. And really, that’s all the hope he needs.