It was maybe 5 am, the sun just barely rising over the city, gleaming into the windows of millions of buildings. It was calm for now. Aizawa had just managed to fall asleep, Hizashi snuggled against his torso, the blonde almost dead asleep as the other man’s eyes just started to feel heavy. He hoped to get at least 3 hours tonight, or this morning more realistically. However, his hope was crushed all of 2 seconds later, when a knock on the door woke him up. Aizawa groaned in annoyance and stood up, making sure not to wake up his husband in the process. With a sigh he headed to the door, opening it, only to see two solemn looking police officers, holding what looked like a piece of crumpled up loose leaf- wait..did the paper have blood on it? What the fuck?

Shouta: “..can I help you two?”

The officers nodded and simply handed him the paper. He read it over, his heart dropping with each consonant and vowel, soul wringing at each sentence. The blood on the page made sense now.

You were gone

He had adopted you off the streets all of 2 years ago, memories at how happy you were when you got your first room, how hard he himself cried when you called him dad for the first time, how loudly Hizashi cried when you did the same to him. All of that, the happy teenager who tried their best to exist half the time. Gone. In a single night. He wanted to scream…and throw up.