Chapter 11
Aizawa, sitting at the kotatsu, a purring Bean in his lap, was working on an email telling his account of what happened the two nights before to send to Detective Tsukauchi. His hair is pulled back in a messy bun at the base of his skill, a few strands fall framing his face. His eyes bore at the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he types. It’s early morning, a cup of steaming coffee sits on a cup holder. Hizashi is still sleeping upstairs in their bedroom. Once the email was done, he checked for spelling mistakes and sent it to Tsukauchi. With a heavy sigh, he took a large gulp of his coffee and leaned against the couch, reaching his hand up towards an arm of the couch where Espresso sits.
“‘.. it isn’t safe for us…’” he quotes aloud. That single phrase has yet to leave his mind, Soldier’s voice laced with a slight fear and panic never leaving his mind “Why isn’t it safe for them… What would happen at a hospital that isn’t safe for them? I doubt they’re criminals who are trying to right their wrongs. Their morals are some of the better ones I’ve seen with other vigilantes…” He thinks. Aizawa has worked with his fair share of vigilantes. Some have turned themselves in and ended up working as underground heroes, some even work for his friend. Others have tilted too far on the tightrope and fall into villainy, some cases worse than others.
His phone pinging draws him from his thoughts. Grabbing it, he opens it to a message from Recovery Girl. The two have been messaging back and forth the last few days about Soldier. She was curious about why they didn’t go to the hospital and they’ve been discussing it.
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RECOVERY GIRL
Hi Shouta. How are you this morning?ERASERHEAD
Hi Chiyo, I’m okay. Just finished sending a report to Tsukauchi. How are you?RECOVERY GIRL
I’m alright. You still haven’t answered my question on why you called me for medical assistance. Why did they go to the hospital? You’ve avoided the question every time someone asks.ERASERHEAD
I’m still trying to figure that out myself.
When I said they needed to go to the hospital, King had flat out yelled NO. I tried to press saying he needed to go. Soldier interrupted King who went to curse me out.
He said it wasn’t safe for them.RECOVERY GIRL
Well that is certainly troubling.
Many red flags.ERASERHEAD
My thoughts exactly.
King’s posture was so panicky and Soldier’s voice was cearly panicked.
Clearly*RECOVERY GIRL
Soldier was very closed off when talking with him. His eyes watched everything I did.
Makes me wonder how the other two will act, can’t be much different.ERASERHEAD
From the few interactions I have with the three, King is very prideful and curses like a sailor, Poet is very excitable but good when it comes to comfort, more so than king.
I haven’t had many interactions with Soldier, considering he just joined them. When he got hurt was the logest I’ve spoken with any of them in the three years I've known them.
Longest*RECOVERY GIRL
That certainly adds more red flags…
How are we to help them?
I don’t feel comfortable with the three of them on the streets. Specially since whenI was healing Soldier, he was malnourished and had wounds that were healed wrong.
How long has it been since Soldier joined Poet and King?ERASERHEAD
That it does, Chiyo.
I wish i knew how to help them. We have little to no information on them. We only just added a theory on King’s quirk and that was because he used it when Soldier got injured.
We have no idea on Poet or Soldier’s quirks.
Soldier has been with them since August, and it’s now nearing the beginning of November.RECOVERY GIRL
Interesting.
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While texting with Recovery Girl, Hizashi had walked down stairs, still in his pajamas, consisting of a worse and faded band shirt with dark blue sweatpants with his house slippers scuffing against the ground. His hair was pulled in a messy bun, strands of hair falling out, hanging around his face. He shuffled to the couch, sitting just behind Shouta, his legs trapping the other from standing. Shouta leaned his head back into the others lap, looking up at Hizashi. “Good Morning.” His voice fond, a soft smile spread across his face.
“Good morning! You’re up surprisingly early.” Hizashi beams, running his hands softly through the other's hair, scratching softly at his scalp. “Did you atleast get some sleep? I didn’t feel you come into bed last night.”
“Somewhat. I came home from patrol, no trace of the trio, can’t figure out if that’s a good idea or not. I showered and couldn’t sleep so I started working on stuff down here. I took a power nap earlier.” Shouta explains, his eyes closed, relaxing under the fingertips in his hair. He hears Hizashi sigh, his fingers stalling slightly, leaving his hair to flick him on his forehead. Scrunching his face at the flick, he opens his eyes and looks up at Hizashi, who’s looking back, a slight annoyed look across his face. “What?”
“You need to get sleep, Moon. You can’t help people if you are dead tired and mess up, resulting in injury.” Hizashi says.
“Hey, this is the first time in a long time I’ve done that!” Shouta countered, a soft scowl that’s more fond than angry present. Hizashi chuckles softly and leans down, kissing Shouta’s forehead softly.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” He asks, getting Shouta’s head off his lap and standing, petting Espresso still resting on the arm of the couch.
“No, just coffee, you know I can’t cook for shit.” Shouta reasons, standing as well, downing his first cup of coffee.
“Very true… who were you texting by the way? I couldn’t tell.”
“Chiyo, talking about the trio. I’m gonna start dubbing them the Kingdom trio from now on. Their names fit it.” Shouta sighed, refilling his cup, adding a spoonful of milk and some cinnamon and nutmeg.
“Oh! That’s right, one of them got hurt right? You haven’t told me much about what happened.” Hizashi asks over his shoulder, starting rice in the rice cooker and getting eggs from the fridge. Reaching into a cupboard, he grabs two bowls and some chopsticks. He also grabs his own coffee cup and makes himself some coffee, lots of creamer and some cinnamon. He leaned against the counter as the rice cooked.
“Yea, their newest member, Soldier, got injured during a fight. From what I saw, he had shoved King out of the way on an incoming attack and got injured himself. A deep wound on his shoulder. They both refused hospital and I ended up calling Chiyo for help.” Shouta says, his eyebrows scrunched in though.
“Wow… Was it just King and Soldier? Usually Poet is with them.”
“Yea, just those two. Poet couldn’t join them that night apparently, they didn’t give much details.” Hizashi hums slightly, taking the finished rice and dishing the bowls while cracking an egg over top. Then adding some soy sauce and some crushed nori on top. Handing a bowl and a pair of chopsticks to Shouta, they sat at their dining table and said a small prayer. Soon digging, they ate with some small talk.