The Universe Lies Docile in Your Eyes

A Spectacular Day

                   Heyo! Welcome to the chapter that took a million years to write! I have no excuse, but I hope you enjoy!

         Yamada looked at his husband, confusion and anger blended on his face. "Did you have to be so rude? He's never been to school before, he's just a little scared." Aizawa sighed and looked down, feeling the slightest amount of guilt. He hated talking to Izuku like that.

            "I know I was rough on him, but it's for the best. We've spoiled him for the past 4 years, Mic, and if continue any further he'll expect things to just be handed to him." Mic responded with a grunt, looking out the window and crossing his arms.

Aizawa paused, letting the anxiety boiling in his chest bubble out. His hand came up and scrubbed over his face as he let out a sigh. "I'm scared for him. If I didn't push him, he would've had a mental breakdown by the second period. I don't want him to fall back into his shell. I'm sorry I was so rude. I shouldn't have been so cold, I know how much it affects him."

Mic sighed and placed a hand on his husband's shoulder. "It's okay, I'm scared too, but we raised him good, right? He's not a little kid anymore, he's never been a little kid, not for as long as we've known him. He'll be okay, and if he has any issues he'll call us."

Shouta nodded and patted Mic's hand. "Why don't you drop off his suppressor instead? I'll cover for you. That way you can apologize to him." Shouta attempted at a smile and nodded again. "Okay," he said, bringing his head to rest on Hizashi. "I don't deserve you." Yamada sighed and placed his arms around him, pulling him into a hug, a happy grin on his mouth. "Nope! Not at all."

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A staccato beep of an alarm clock steadily pulled Shouto from unconsciousness, much to his displeasure. He glared at the red numbers flashing at him as he smacked the snooze button, allowing himself another 30 seconds of blissful nothingness. He felt himself slip back into a blank state of mind again, just to be startled out of it by his alarm not even a few seconds later. He sat up, head still clouded with sleep. He rubbed his eyes and checked the clock, a proud 5:21 displayed brightly.

He sighed and stood, wobbly knees carrying him to the closet. He pulled out a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt and changed quickly, getting ready for his morning run. He grabbed a half-empty bottle of stale water that sat on his desk, not wanting to dwell on how old it was. He crept through the house, holding his shoes in hand as he snuck out the door.

He threw on his shoes and plugged in his earbuds as soon as the door closed behind him, inhaled deeply through his nose, and began to make his way down the road, his mind already beginning to wander. The soft thrum of Bach played in his ears, his feet matching the steady tempo, sprinting along at a firm speed. He began to plan out his day, from what he was going to when he got home, to what he was going to make for breakfast, to the music he wanted to play before school.

He couldn't bring himself to plan out the rest of his day, however. School possessed multiple threats that he hadn't been introduced to yet in life, and he was terrified. Not only would he be surrounded by people all the time, but he would be expected to talk to them. Over the past four years, Shouto had increasingly become more reclusive, barely using his voice unless required to. 

Not much talking was required in his household, especially when his father was home, and after the Snaps incident, he didn't socialize with his siblings anymore. He realized on that day as he was beaten to a pulp by his father that he only caused his siblings pain and God knew they had enough pain in their life without his interference. He brought only misery, and so to save them, he cut them out of his life as much as possible. The loneliness was almost unbearable, but the idea of causing his loved ones any more pain kept him away. Besides, as he's told himself a million times before, he didn't need them. He had his music.