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It had been a rather stormy night. And unfortunately for Shota, he was lost in the forest with a concussed Hitoshi. It happened earlier, Shota, Yamada, Kaminari and Shinso were going for a hike. When suddenly a villain was spreading chaos in the nearby area. With his weather quirk, the man caused a tornado that wrecked the forest.
“Aizawa!” Shinso yelled as he tried to grab onto his teacher (and his adopted dad)’s arm. As Hitoshi hand grazed Shota’s, another gust separated them.
“Hitoshi!” the underground hero screamed. All vision blurred as a gust swept him off his feet. When the flurry faded, Aizawa was quick to his feet. He needed to find Hitoshi. His eyes scoured the area in an attempt to find his son. He felt like he was looking for forever before he saw a mop of lavender hair.
“Hitoshi!” he screamed as he saw Shinso lying on his side facing away from him, his head on a large rock as he stained the grey now an unlikable crimson.
“Crap!” he yelled as he ran over. He slowly and gently lifted the younger’s head off the rock and into his arms. He tilted his head to see Shinso’s face. His eyes were closed as he had a streak of blood running from his head down to his chin.
“Hitoshi? Can you hear me?” Shota said softly. The boy’s face scrunched up as his eyes fluttered to a half lidded position.
“Z’awa?” the boy slurred. Shota took a deep breath and concealed the worry on his face. He needed to focus.
“Hey, Shinso. How are you feeling?” he asked. The lavender haired-boy let his eyes drift across the face of the man who was holding him while processing this question.
“M’head hurts…” he slurs. Aizawa sighs. The boy definitely had a concussion. Before he could further assess the situation, he heard someone calling his name.
“SHO! ‘TOSHI!” The voice yelled.
“Mr. Aizawa! Shinso!” a second voice yells.
“Over here!” Shota yells. He sees two blondes round the corner between some rocks and trees. Yamada and Kaminari gasp in horror as they see the sight in front of them. Aizawa was still clutching a bleeding teen in his arms as the rock, the grass, and Aizawa’s clothes shared the same crimson colour. Kaminari freezes in place as Hizashi rushes over.
“Hit his head on the rock. Concussion. Just woke up. Delirious as hell.” Aizawa reports to his partner. Yamada nods as he approaches the young boy.
“Hey, Hitoshi? How are you feeling buddy” the loud hero says. The boy blinks at him for a few seconds.
“ ‘mada?” the bleeding kid says. A faint smile crosses Hizashi’s lips.
“Yeah…” Present Mic says.
“S-shinso?” the electric blonde whimpers from his spot.
“You can come closer, Kaminari.” Shota says. Denki gulps as his shaky legs step closer. He finds it so hard to look at his insomniac friend in this state. He’s barely conscious, and he is currently shaking. He decides to act. He takes his jacket off and lays it on Shinso as he still lays in Aizawa’s lap.
“There. You’ll be warm now!” he says while flashing his signature smile. Hitoshi lets out a little whimper as his head falls forward.
“Woah!” Yamada cries. Shota tilts Shinso’s head so it rests in the crook of his shoulder.
“We really need to get you out of here, huh?” Shota says. All he gets from the boys is a small groan. His eyes slowly flutter closed. Hizashi lightly shakes his shoulder.
“C’mon, ‘Toshi, you need to stay awake,” he pleads.
“But ‘m so tired…” Shinso mumbles.
“I know. But you need to stay awake for a bit longer.” Aizawa says.
“M’okay. I’mma try..” he slurs.
“Thank you.” Yamada says. Slowly, so very slowly, Shota stands up with Hitoshi in his arms. Shinso groaned at the sudden movement. Aizawa whispers a soft apology to the aching teen. Kaminari and Hizashi followed after Shota as he carried him out. They were walking in silence until a noise from the small boy caused Aizawa to look down. Shota looked down to see Hitoshi gently laughing.
“What’s so funny ‘Toshi?” Yamada softly asks. Shinso continues to chuckle to himself as his head lolls back and forth.
“I-I…” he slurs and then falls silent as his head lolls to the side as his eyes close. A sense of panic rushed through Shota.
“Crap!” Aizawa exclaims as he shifts Hitoshi in his arms so he lays more comfortably.
“What do we do now?!” Denki exclaims. Shota shifts his one arm under Shinso so he can rest two fingers on the inside of his wrist to make sure his pulse is steady.
“We get him to Recovery Girl as soon as possible.” Hizashi says. The three of them rushed the bleeding boy out of the woods as soon as they could. After what felt like forever, they made it out and found their way to UA.
Shinso felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He could feel someone’s rushed breath on his face as he felt himself being carried. Next thing he could remember, he was being dropped-no, being sat down, on something soft. He could hear voices speaking, but he could only hear pieces of what they were saying.
“Concussion-....quirk-.....sleep-..” that was all he heard before he felt something on his forehead before he felt his pain and everything else fade away.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Hitoshi groaned and opened his eyes slowly. He had to shut his eyes quickly as the light hurt his eyes. His noise was clearly loud, because he heard someone stirring beside him.
“Hitoshi?” a rough voice says. Shinso attempts to open his eyes again, and sees his adopted father next to him.
“Zawa?” he mumbles. The man moves closer to get directly in his line of sight.
“Hey There. How are you feeling?” Shota says. Hitoshi thinks for a minute before answering.
“Fine. Just a bit sore.” Aizawa smiles at him.
“That’s good. Do you remember what happened?” he asks.
“Kinda. There was a storm, right?” he asks.
“Yeah.” Shota says.
“TOSHI!!” his other adoptive father yells from the door.
“”Keep it down, Hizashi. He had a concussion.” Aizawa scolds.
“Eep. Sorry!” the man exclaimed. Shinso giggled and the other man came closer. Shota wrapped his hand around Shinso left, as Yamada wrapped his around Hitoshi’s other hand.
“Are you feeling okay?” Hizashi gently asks. Hitoshi smiles and squeezes his dads’ hands.
“Yeah. I am now.”