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Keep your Eyes on the Horizon
Hizashi stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on Shouta’s arm. “We will.”
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“They’re scared,” Shouta muttered, more to himself than anything.

Hizashi’s hand paused mid-motion. “Of course they are,” he said softly. “But they’re safe now. With us.”

Shouta’s grip tightened around a glass for a fraction of a second before he set it down. “We need to make sure they know that.”
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
A small smile crept Shouta’s lips as he grabbed the dishes from the drying rack. The house was quiet—too quiet. Every small sound seemed magnified: the clink of plates, the soft rustle of Hizashi opening a bag of rice. It gnawed at him.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“It hasn’t been a full day and you already want me to kill them with my cooking,” Shouta answered, making Hizashi snort.

Hizashi huffed a small laugh, the sound brief but warm. "I meant, help me set the table," he said, moving to gather plates and utensils.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“They’ll come out when they’re ready,” Hizashi answered, his eyes focused on his husband’s bruise before bandaging it up and cleaning everything. “We should prepare dinner for them though,”
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Shouta winced slightly as Hizashi dabbed antiseptic over his bruise, the part where Izuku’s blackwhip had hit him, as they sat down by the kitchen counter.

“They hadn’t come out of the room,” Shouta said after a long moment of silence.
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He reached out before gripping the fabric, eyes widening at how soft it felt in his hands as he sat down on the floor with it. The fabric that covered his small frame felt warm… felt safe.

***
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Hitoshi reached for the blanket, unraveling it and Izuku’s eyes widened at how big it was. The older kid handed the blanket to him, waiting patiently for Izuku to reach out and take it.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“It’s to keep you warm,” Hitoshi answered. “Keep you safe,”

Izuku flinched at the word. He had only known it for a few hours. He didn’t know what it exactly meant, only that it brought them out of the lab, out of the ‘hurt’, and out of ‘Papa’.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Hitoshi shook his head, spreading his hands wide in front of him, then brought them together in a fluid motion, as if pulling the fabric up and over himself, mimicking the act of covering with a blanket. “Blanket,” he gave the sign a name.

‘What’s that?’ Izuku signed.
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The kid flinched at the touch but hesitantly reached for it again.

Hitoshi watched as Izuku signed again. ‘Bed?’
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Hitoshi nodded, the corner of his lips tugged by a small reassuring smile.

Izuku looked back down on the bed, hand smoothing over the mattress before his fingertips touched the folded blanket that was placed in the middle of the bed.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“Bed,” Hitoshi said, gesturing toward the soft mattress with a smooth motion, his hand resting gently above the other to mimic the feeling of lying down.

Izuku looked down at the sign as Hitoshi repeated the motion before following with his own shaky hands. ‘Bed’.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Izuku moved silently and cautiously before reaching down to touch the soft mattress, his eyes widening at the texture before looking at Hitoshi with wide curious eyes.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Instead, Hitoshi shifted off the door and sat down on the bed and patted the free space next to him– urging the younger male to sit next to him.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Hitoshi watched Izuku carefully — the way his brother’s breathing was shallow, the way his shoulders trembled just slightly. He didn’t tell him to calm down. Didn’t tell him to move.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
After locking the door, Hitoshi crouched down again for Izuku’s feet to touch the floor before he let Izuku go. He watched as Izuku looked around cautiously. The room wasn’t much — a bed, a desk, a small closet — but it might as well have been a different world to Izuku.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Meanwhile, upstairs, the guest room was quiet except for the faint sound of Izuku’s still-unsteady breathing.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“Yeah,” Hizashi said softly, grabbing the chair and hauling it upright despite its broken leg. “And Hitoshi’s not gonna let anyone near him. Not even us.”

Shouta didn’t argue. Instead, he began gathering the splinters of wood littering the floor, his expression unreadable.

***
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Shouta didn’t respond right away. He knelt, inspecting the damage with a practiced eye — not out of concern for the furniture, but for the sheer force behind Izuku’s quirk. “He’s scared,” Shouta finally said, straightening up. “His quirks are tied to his emotions.”
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Hizashi let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “Well… that went well,” he muttered, his voice laced with forced cheer. His gaze drifted to the broken chair, its leg bent at an odd angle, and the faint scorch mark on the wall where tendril had struck. “Real smooth, Zashi.”
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Shouta looked back in time to see the door fully close, followed by the soft click of the lock. Once the door to the guest room closed behind them, the house fell into an uneasy silence.
April 6, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Shouta reached out to grab Hizashi’s sleeve and carefully pulled him out of the room. “We’ll be downstairs if you need us,” he said, swinging the door halfway closed before he and Hizashi went downstairs.
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“The door locks from the inside. No one is coming in unless you want them to,” Shouta wasn’t sure why he told them that, but judging by the falter from Hitoshi’s glare it looked like he said the right thing.
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“I figure these clothes would be too big for you, but it’s all we have,” Hizashi said, “But, we’ll go out tomorrow to buys some clothes for you,”
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