#eraserhxad

[outteacher-blog]

@eraserhxad

Oh great, his pain meds are making him hallucinate himself standing in front of him.  Aizawa blinks slowly, trying to make the vision of his other self go away, but when he opens his eyes, it’s still standing in front of him.  Judgingly.

“Hey Mike,” he calls out, “You seeing this?”  Hopefully Mike is still grading tests in the other room.

[king-in-purple-blog]

“What have they done to you?”

Shinsou had thought he had run out of tears to shed, but when his mentor became visible through the doorframe, he began crying anyway.  Little choking noises came from his throat as he tried to shy away from Aizawa.  Nobody should see him like this.

“Aa…  Aai…”  Shinsou sniffled and coughed, choking on his own saliva.  He so desperately wanted to talk to him, to seek some comfort, but it was impossible now.

It was difficult to tell time in this room, but he would wager that it had been about half a month since then.  All his meals had been delivered to him via some nameless goon sticking a tube down his throat.  With not much else to do, he often dreamt of when it happened, of his tongue being pulled and cut through like nothing but soft meat.  He had wished to die and get it over with rather than live quirkless.

“Nn...” he wiped his face, snot and tears mixing together.

[heroxfm]

[He’s in a particularly good mood post-patrol, but he places a box at the door when he comes inside their house. He could just go to their room like a normal, well-adjusted man. Or he could just call out from where he’s standing in the entryway of their home.]

HEY! I HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT ADOPTION!

[This is a brilliant idea, and totally not going to get him in any sort of shit with a grumpy, haggard little hobo man.]