EraserMic Oneshots

remember

A/N: just a heads up, lot of feels in this

"Up, daddy" Eri said, making grabbing motion with her hands. Hizashi smiled down at her and picked her up. They had walked all the way down from their appartment to the store. It wasn't a particulairy long walk but Eri was only five years old.

It was a cold morning and Hizashi had done his best to dress Eri properly. However her winter boots was too small so she had to wear her sneakers with wool sock instead. Hizashi made a mental note to buy a new pair as soon as he found a sale.

Hizashi walked inside the warm store with Eri on his arm. Both their cheeks were red from the cold outside. Even though it was a small store, it was full of people stressing around. It was the morning of christmas eve and most of the people were there to shop for late gifts or food.

Hizashi however was there for another reason. He'd been to this store several times and knew exactly where he would find what he was looking for. With Eri on his arm, he walked past the fruit and vegetables section, past the ailes full of christmas candy and to the back of the store where they kept the decoration.

"Which one do you think dad would like the most?" Hizashi asked Eri. She did a little nose shrug like she always did when she was thinking. Just like her father, Hizashi thought.

"Can we buy this one, daddy?" she asked and pointed to a flower ornament. Hizashi checked the price tag and breathed out in reliefe when he saw the price.

"Yes, I think he'll love it" he said and took a white candle down from the shelf as well, before heading to the check-out.

After they had payed they once again stepped out into the freezing december morning. Hizashi held Eri's hand as they walked down the sidewalk.

After a while they passed a church. It was tall and white and sureounded by tombstones. The priest was one of Hizashi's friends and Eri loved him. He'd babysat her many times and sometimes if they visited when there was no one in the church, he would let Eri try the church organ.

"Do you want to go inside later and meet Toshinori?" Hizashi asked Eri. Her whole face lit up and she nodded, pulling in her hand to get him to move faster.

They walked the familiar path past the church and stopped at a gray tombestone. It was decorated nicely but the cold had killed the flowers and covered them in snow. The name on the stone were written in silver:

Shouta Aizawa
november 1996 – January 2027

Eri took the flower decoration of the bag and carefully layed it down in front of the grave. Hizashi lit the candle and placed it firmly into the snow so it wouldn't fall.

"Merry Christmas Dad" Eri said to the grave. Hizashi smiled a sad smile.

"If you want you can go to the church and say hallo to Toshinori while I make sure the grave is okay, okay?" Hizashi said to Eri. He knew she was freezing even tough she hadn't said anything. She was such a good kid, Hizashi thought.

Eri smiled and ran back into the warm, cozy church. Hizashi turned back to the grave and he felt his eyes water. He took a shake breath, trying to steady his voice before he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Shouta. I'm so, so sorry." He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. The salty water was cold against his pale skin as tears streamed down his face.

"I know I let you down. I now I'm letting Eri down as well. You said we would be fine but I just... I just can't do this without you." Hizashi sniffed and wiped away a few tears.

"I-I don't know how much of this, of you, Eri will even remember when she's older. She look so much like you, you know. I see it more and more every day. I wish you could be here with us to see her. She's starting pre-school soon you know. " Hizashi sighed, furiously wiping tears away with the sleeve of his old jacket.

"I miss you, so so so much and ... and I wish you were still here so I could tell you that. But I know you want us to go on with our live, me and Eri. I think she will be able to, but I don't think I ever will. I promised to always remember you." He stood back up and looked at the tombstone on last time before heading back to the church.

"Merry Christmas, Shouta. I love you."

I'm sorry that this one shot is a little sad, I just got the inspiration to write it when I visited my great-gradma's grave and I saw all the graves that nobody was visiting. It always makes me so sad.

Anyways, I hope you like this one-shot, and happy hollidays to everyone!❤️

-Aleks