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Indie AU Hizashi Yamada from Boku No Hero Academia. Penned by Marcy. Blog Established 7-11-2018.

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“Anyone else vaguely over exams? I am soooo tired...”

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[ Yamada || @fuaimed ]

Hizashi hated this entire scenario, shaking his head at the concept of getting the money, but also he really didn’t have many options beyond that or just suffering and eventually dying. That was even less appealing.

“I don’t want to say it’s fine, because it’s not. But it’s fine. If that makes sense?”

The easiest option felt like telling the person he loved about his feelings– but with something like this going on wouldn’t it just be pity feelings. He didn’t want a confession out of pity, and he wasn’t even sure that would work anyways.

“I don’t know what to do… it’s dumb. All of this. I just.. I dunno. I’m kinda speechless, funnily enough.” considering he usually always had something to say.

     If Hizashi was speechless, what did that make him?

Shouta gnaws nervously on his lip, the clearest outward sign of his anxiety. The fact that he’s actually showing any sign at all right now is a testament to how absolutely terrified and lost he’s feeling. Even when they have life or death consequences, he can’t figure out how to sort through emotions, not his or anyone else’s.

“That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever,” he says, brows furrowing sharply. “It’s not fine at all and you shouldn’t even try and say it is. It isn’t dumb.” The only dumb one here is Hizashi, in his opinion, but he isn’t going to be saying that.

     There’s so little he can do in this situation. Shouta wraps his arms tightly around himself and looks down at his shoes with a heavy sigh. “I just… I can’t lose you, Hizashi. Okay? Whatever it takes, you can’t die.”

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“That’s what I’m saying. It doesn’t make sense but its fine. Like I know no ones gonna return my feelings anyways.” he snorted, though it hurt his heart-- and apparently affected him more than he wanted to admit considering he began hacking again, coughing up more petals as he shook and heaved.

Once it had cleared up again he bit his lip, shaking his head and cleaning the petals up yet again. “Whatever it takes, but at the same time it’s just... it’s not that easy, Shouta. I don’t want to lose anything and I sure as hell don’t want to die. But what other options are there beyond that?” he snorted, as though it was funny.

It really wasn’t.

“I’m just confused.” he admitted, slumping, the grin fading from his face. “I want things to be easy and to make this go away but they’re not...”

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Time to attention grab but I’d love questions about this AU // for Hizashi!

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The teen quietly hissed in pain at the pressure, but didn’t actually complain. He knew it was going to hurt, but that didn’t make it any less annoying to actually have to deal with it. Instead he just tried to focus on something else– like how cool of a story this was going to make, and how he could totally laugh it up with the others about it later. He could totally bring this up and mocking go on about how well he handled pressure, at least. That’d get a laugh out of the others for sure. It was good to think about stuff like that, it helped ground him out after a moment, and once he felt calm he tuned back into the conversation.

“Yup, U.A.” he confirmed, humming thoughtfully despite everything. When he mentioned knowing Hizashi’s teacher, the teen couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry for your loss.” he commented, though it was more a joke than anything. That little reprieve ended at the loud crash, head turning instantly out of instinct, his Quirk almost welling up to the surface– but it was fine. There wasn’t anything actually attacking them. When his hand was moved though he about jumped half a mile before realizing what was going on. “R-right, sorry.” he muttered, a bit embarrassed. He thought he could probably walk on his own, but also he was getting light-headed. So it probably was not the best course of action. Instead he just followed instructions, pressing his hand against the wound.

Giving a hearty laugh at the student’s reaction to his knowing Bakugou, Kirishima just grinned. “Blasty’s not that bad once you get used to him. Guess it helps since my quirk counteracts his for the most part.” Bakugou blasting him over and over again in training had actually been a huge help in getting his unbreakable form as strong as it was. Looking back on it, in his training it was probably pretty weird to ask people to hit him, but it’d worked out well enough. 

“Sorry to scare you there.” The apology was half thought out. He really meant it, but his attention was turned to figuring out the best way out of there without accidentally running into the fighting. Being in the middle of it wouldn’t have mattered if he wasn’t saving someone else from it. Kirishima hefted Hizashi up into his arms, one arm under the kid’s legs and the other around his back. “I’ll get you out of here in no time, safe and sound. If you’re in pain and need me to set you down let me know alright?”

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“Nah, he totally hates me.” he snickered, taking in a breath to ground himself again. “I run laps in his class like, daily.” he added, finding that fact funny in a situation like this. It was good to talk about something that didn’t involve his own condition or the situation, even though his eyes were still hazily scanning the area around them in concern. He knew he wasn’t supposed to use his Quirk without any of his gear mostly because of the destructive qualities but he would if it was really necessary. Though, he also was trusting the elder more than he was himself right now, considering his lack of focus.

“Not the worst I’ve dealt with.” he assured, jolting a bit when he was lifted. “I’ll be all right, don’t worry.” he nodded anyways though, looking around himself as much as he could without squirming around in the pro-heros arms. He didn’t want to end up being more of a liability than he knew he already was. When he considered it this was pretty embarrassing.

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[ Yamada || @fuaimed ]

Hizashi hated that the idea of him changing the subject was instantly pointed out, and a slight pout came to his face. As though this entire scenario was trivial and not a matter of him potentially dying.

“I’m not distracting, I was curious why you were back here.” he snorted, though it was only half true. He was curious, but he also had blatantly been trying to change the subject away from what Shouta had walked in on. He didn’t want to talk about it, especially not when the topic of a doctor came into play.

“I… know I can.” he sighed– he hated considering death. It scared him, obviously. “No, I haven’t. I don’t got the money for that kinda stuff, and don’t like the idea of surgery of any form.” the money was less an issue and more his own discomforts, but he didn’t want to say that.

     Shouta evenly looks back at him, not at all convinced that his friend wasn’t trying to change the subject. He doesn’t want to push that argument, though. That’s just one useless argument, fruitless, to be shelved and tackled at a later date. Maybe with professional help. Probably not.

“There has to be some way to pay for it. It’s better than just letting you die.”

In his mind, that isn’t even an option. He’ll find some way to fix this, scrounge up the money, rip the flowers out of Hizashi’s lungs, find the person he loves and make them love him back because what kind of lucky idiot-

     He has to stop that line of thought before he can get too worked up about it. That’s not helping anyone. “I don’t like the idea either, but I also don’t like the idea of you being gone.”

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Hizashi hated this entire scenario, shaking his head at the concept of getting the money, but also he really didn’t have many options beyond that or just suffering and eventually dying. That was even less appealing.

“I don’t want to say it’s fine, because it’s not. But it’s fine. If that makes sense?”

The easiest option felt like telling the person he loved about his feelings-- but with something like this going on wouldn’t it just be pity feelings. He didn’t want a confession out of pity, and he wasn’t even sure that would work anyways.

“I don’t know what to do... it’s dumb. All of this. I just.. I dunno. I’m kinda speechless, funnily enough.” considering he usually always had something to say.

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I need to do more RPs here. I really wanna do stuff with Hizashi meeting some of the canon pro heros..

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[ Yamada || @fuaimed ]

Hizashi could have died right then and there, honestly. This was bad enough with someoneknowing what he was going through. He couldn’t believe Shouta had walked in on him like this– how was he supposed to explain it away?

He really couldn’t think of a good excuse that wasn’t the blatant truth of the situation, so instead he said nothing. Shouta gave him a good enough out when he just spoke ‘casually’, as though he hadn’t just seen this. After all, avoidance always worked well enough for Hizashi. He liked avoiding his issues if possible.

“Yeah? I think so t-too… ya know how much I love presenting myself…” he snorted, looking away. He was quick to scoot over to the trash can, lift whatever was on top at the moment, and dump the petals in before covering them up. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. He wanted them as far away from him as possible.

“Why are ya here? Usually you’re out the door and we don’t see you again for like, ever.” he noted, raising an eyebrow. He knew damn well no one would normally be here, that’s whyhe was here, after all.

     Despite all of Hizashi’s attempts to act casual and not worry him, he can’t just erase the mental image of those petals, cupped in his hands. That horrible, retching cough rings in his ears. Never one to beat around the bush, Shouta opts for a blunt, tactless approach to this.

“I forgot a book. You’re trying to distract me, and it’s not going to work.” He’s not lying, at least. The book remains where it was when he left, sitting on his desk, and he shoves it in his bag before making his way to his friend’s side. “This is serious, Zashi. You can die from this. Can’t you go see a doctor?”

The thought of losing his best friend- and, to be honest, the only reason he has any other friends at all- makes him feel sick. He’d be lost without Hizashi there. He’d be completely isolated, and for the first time, that thought scares him. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, being scared of losing someone, caring enough about someone to care if they’re there or if they feel well.

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Hizashi hated that the idea of him changing the subject was instantly pointed out, and a slight pout came to his face. As though this entire scenario was trivial and not a matter of him potentially dying.

“I’m not distracting, I was curious why you were back here.” he snorted, though it was only half true. He was curious, but he also had blatantly been trying to change the subject away from what Shouta had walked in on. He didn’t want to talk about it, especially not when the topic of a doctor came into play.

“I... know I can.” he sighed-- he hated considering death. It scared him, obviously. “No, I haven’t. I don’t got the money for that kinda stuff, and don’t like the idea of surgery of any form.” the money was less an issue and more his own discomforts, but he didn’t want to say that.

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[ Yamada || fuaimed ]

When he was scolded yet again Hizashi shook his head, the pout coming back to his face after a moment. He knew Shouta had a point, but also he knew there was some hypocrisy going on between them, and in any normal case he would have been glad to have called it out. But for now he just snorted and let the topic slide. He’d bring it up later if it became necessary, but right now it’d just cause stupid conflict.

‘I get I was, like, passed out for the “getting shot” thing, but trust me I am well aware of it by this point.’ he wrote, snickering as though it was a joke.

In reality his arm hurt like a motherfucker every time he moved it– hence the sling. ‘My throat is just from overuse of my Quirk. It’ll heal up in a few days they think.’ he explained further. ‘Its pretty much just like a really really bad sore throat? It’s nothing to get worked up over, at least.’

     Shouta is well aware of his own hypocrisy, and he has no intention of changing it any time soon. He can’t tolerate it- all the attention, the being fussed over, the pitying looks and pathetic feelings it gets him. It’s a necessary evil… at least for his friends.

At least Hizashi is able to laugh about it. He can’t quite share the same sentiment- the reminder that his friend was shot just serves to make him purse his lips more tightly and furrow his brows. Of course his irrepressible classmate would be joking about it as if it was no deal, treating his life with the same kind of levity he treated everything else.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not still worried about you,” he grumbles. “You got hurt pretty badly. And overusing your Quirk can cause permanent damage if you’re not careful.”

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Hizashi knew very well what had been at stake. Not just for him either, several of their fellow classmates had nearly died, just as he had. That wasn’t even counting the B-Classes students. Things had went horribly wrong on so many levels.

But it wasn’t like Hizashi to let those things get to him, or bring them up. He liked to avoid topics that didn’t suit him or his nature-- or at least try to make a joke of them. He couldn’t make a joke of what had happened though, especially considering he wasn’t the only one hurt. Instead he snorted and nodded, moving to write again. ‘You can’t keep telling me off and then brushing off what happened to you, ya know’.

He stared for a moment before flipping to the next page of the notebook, as if to cover up what had been said. ‘I know, but it was for a good cause and the Doctors said I’ll heal up soon enough.’

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[ from here || Yamada || @fuaimed ]

It had to happen in the classroom of all places.

He was lucky enough that everyone had left for the day, and that the teacher had stepped out for a moment, but that wasn’t really much consolation when he was bent over his desk, choking on petals as they came up. His eyes were squeezed shut, mostly because he didn’t want to see it again. When the coughing subsided though he was quick to pick up the flowers, flinching slightly, before standing to find somewhere to throw them out. Only to look up and be staring straight at the other.

He didn’t say anything, or react really, just stared with wide eyes. Oops.

     Typically, Shouta is one of the first people to leave the classroom. As long as he’s awake, he sees no reason to waste time in the classroom when there are better things he could be doing. Like sleeping.

Today, in his haste to get out of the building, he left a book at his desk. The relatively light weight of his backpack draws his attention and convinces him to turn back towards the class. It’s meant to be quick- just rushing in, then rushing out, maybe fitting in a nap before he has to work on homework.

     The sight of Hizashi choking up flower petals erases all thoughts of that from his mind. For a moment, he’s just frozen in horror, mind racing as he tries to process this and fit it in with what he knows. Who is this for? How long? Is he going to die of this?

When his friend looks up, Shouta is quick to close the distance between them, concern written plainly on his face. His hand twitches, wanting to reach out and offer some comfort or consolation but not knowing what is okay. “… you… you sound awful when you cough like that,” he says, blunt and simple. What more can he say?

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Hizashi could have died right then and there, honestly. This was bad enough with someone knowing what he was going through. He couldn’t believe Shouta had walked in on him like this-- how was he supposed to explain it away?

He really couldn’t think of a good excuse that wasn’t the blatant truth of the situation, so instead he said nothing. Shouta gave him a good enough out when he just spoke ‘casually’, as though he hadn’t just seen this. After all, avoidance always worked well enough for Hizashi. He liked avoiding his issues if possible.

“Yeah? I think so t-too... ya know how much I love presenting myself...” he snorted, looking away. He was quick to scoot over to the trash can, lift whatever was on top at the moment, and dump the petals in before covering them up. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. He wanted them as far away from him as possible.

“Why are ya here? Usually you’re out the door and we don’t see you again for like, ever.” he noted, raising an eyebrow. He knew damn well no one would normally be here, that’s why he was here, after all.

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“I would be, if ya know, I had any.” he rolled his eyes, then pouted quietly. “Okay, which isle has all the baby stuff?”

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“Yeah…” She pulls away, sniffling. “Yeah, you do. What’s the plan?”

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“I guess I just, gotta go see a doctor?” he really didn’t want to, but he also didn’t enjoy seeing friends upset over him. “See what they can do...”

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[ Yamada || fuaimed ]

Hizashi can feel the shaking against him, and he reaffirmed quietly how stupid of a question that was. Of course he wasn’t alright, that should have been obvious. Instead the other teen sighed softly and leaned back against Shouta, even when he pulled away. “It’s okay t’be afraid, ya know…” he muttered, sighing softly.

He pulled away yet again though after a moment, letting the topic drop at that, as well as going back to writing. At the mention of him being in the hospital he snorted, nodding his head with a small grin, as though that concept was funny.

‘I should be. But I refused to stay really. You know me, I can’t handle being in one place for long.’ he had instructions of what to do with his hearing and voice, and to not be trying to move his arm until the wound healed more– hence the sling. It was frustrating at best, being so restrained.

     It’s too bad he can’t hide his feelings better. It’s hard enough for him to know how he’s feeling, let alone express it, let alone properly hide it when he’s upset. He almost scolds Hizashi for speaking again, despite the condition of his throat, but the words stick to his tongue. He can’t bring himself to be upset with his classmate. His head tilts towards Hizashi’s. He’d never admit it, but he’s grateful that he isn’t just leaving him alone.

Then he’s writing and smiling and Shouta’s brows furrow as he looks down at the paper, trying to read even as Hizashi writes. If this is a joke, he’d love to be in on it.

“You should listen to the doctors,” he says, hypocritical. “You got shot. With a gun. And I don’t know exactly what’s going on with your voice, but it sounds bad.” Concern covers his face, undisguised for once.

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When he was scolded yet again Hizashi shook his head, the pout coming back to his face after a moment. He knew Shouta had a point, but also he knew there was some hypocrisy going on between them, and in any normal case he would have been glad to have called it out. But for now he just snorted and let the topic slide. He’d bring it up later if it became necessary, but right now it’d just cause stupid conflict.

‘I get I was, like, passed out for the “getting shot” thing, but trust me I am well aware of it by this point.’ he wrote, snickering as though it was a joke.

In reality his arm hurt like a motherfucker every time he moved it-- hence the sling. ‘My throat is just from overuse of my Quirk. It’ll heal up in a few days they think.’ he explained further. ‘Its pretty much just like a really really bad sore throat? It’s nothing to get worked up over, at least.’

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“I’m sorry that clothing that isn’t gonna cut off circulation to my tits isn’t considered fashionable, but I’m not changing my mind.” She laughs, trying to untangle the baby’s hands from both of their hair.

Fucking kids.

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“Maybe if you didn’t have such ridiculous tits it wouldn’t be an issue.” he retorted, rolling his eyes playfully. He almost shoved her a bit, but considering she had a baby that wasn’t a good idea. When they arrived at the store he nodded.

“Okay we should probably, like, get diapers and formula, right?”

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She sniffles, but doesn’t say anything, trying to hold back the hiccups and sobs. She has no good advice- she doesn’t know what to do- he doesn’t know what to do, and he’s the one dying.

What she wouldn’t give to be able to switch places with him, so that she never ever had to see him cough up another petal.

She pulls him into another hug- face buried into his shoulder.

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He hated that he was doing this to her and it was why he had tried to keep this issue to himself. He didn’t want any of his classmates to figure out about this sort of thing, at least not until he knew how to handle it.

As much as he didn’t want to, maybe he just did need to see a Doctor and get it over with. He knew he couldn’t bring himself to confess, so that was the only real solution.

“…I’m never gonna tell him, ya know? Maybe I just need to handle it and stop acting like a kid.”

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asks, still sniffling.

“They’re not gonna lobotomize you or something, right?”

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“Well damn I sure hope not.” he tried to laugh, but it was obvious he was just as uncertain about this as she was. “I, like, gotta do something though....”