{ continued from [x] with @erasersensei ! }
It took him a moment to gather his bearings. He spent the better part of a few minutes trying to find some sort of anchor to ground himself back in reality. He found himself gripping the fabric of Aizawa’s shirt like his life depended on it. Upon realization, he relaxed his grip, seeing that frost had begun to creep along the man’s clothes.
Even then, coming back to the gravity of the situation wasn’t all that pretty either. The cafe that the criminal had targeted was a singed, iced over mess. The ice that had crept along the walls and the counter tops was was just starting to melt, a glossy sheen over their crystalline structures as the summer heat bore down on them.
But even worse than that, Aizawa knew.
Eraserhead was a smart man, Shouto knew that. On top of that he was experienced. It wouldn’t take much for the pro-hero to put two and two together, and in fact, as he came out of his panic attack, he was pretty sure that Aizawa already had put things together.
“I- I...” It was so rare for Shouto to stutter. He was conditioned to answer precisely and be forward with what he had to say or simply say nothing at all. Fumbling for his words, the boy simply clamped his mouth shut for a moment before settling with a hoarse, “I can clean the cafe up... after the police get here.” He murmured, his eyes pointedly directed away from Aizawa.
Shame was bubbling up in his chest and threatening to claw its way out of his throat, but Shouto blinked away the tears that threatened to blur his vision.
