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"ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ...?" ʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ, ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴜʟʟ ᴇʏᴇs. "ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ!-" ʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ, ғᴏʀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴛᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀs sʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋᴇᴅ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ᴛɪʟᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛᴏ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ. "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴀᴛ!?" sʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡʟᴇᴅ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟᴀᴘ. "sᴛᴏᴘ... ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ... ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs!" sʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴘᴜɴᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪʙs. "ɪ-ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ...!-" ʜɪᴛᴏsʜɪ sᴏʙʙᴇᴅ, ᴄᴜʀʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ. "ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ..." ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴜғғᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴛᴏsʜɪ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏᴏᴛ. "ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴍ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʀᴀᴛ. ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɢʟʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ." sʜᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ. "ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ's ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ."

Shinsou's eyes flew open as he smothered the scream in his throat. "Just a dream... Just a dream..." He muttered, roughly rubbing at his eyes to get rid of the fresh pool of tears. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 "𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆" 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹? He put his hands over his ears, though he knew that wouldn't stop the voices from speaking to him. 𝗜 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗻𝗼-𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻. "Sh-Shut up..." He muttered softly, curling in on himself. "Go away..." 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗢𝗨? 𝗛𝗮! 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁. 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿. 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀. Shinsou let out a silent sob, grabbing his backpack from the foot of the bed. "Not jumping..." He muttered quietly. "Just going up to the roof to relax. Yeah, relax." He climbed out of bed, not bothering to wipe the tear tracks from his face as he slowly slid out of his bedroom window, shimmying is way up to the roof. He sat down on the very edge, pulling out the note he wrote this morning. Short, but... Sweet...?

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒂, 𝑯𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒌𝒊,
𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆,

𝑯𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

He hoped that summed up his feelings. He slipped the note under his backpack, standing up to look over the rooftop. "I guess today's the day..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "... Bye..." He took the final step, feeling the air rushing around him as he sped towards the ground . He let a small smile onto his face, the voices had finally stopped pestering him. He closed his eyes, extending his arms towards the ground. "Ungh!-" He let out a sharp exhale of breathe as he stopped falling inches from the ground. Whoever had stopped him was now pulling him upwards. "No!" He cried, desperately struggling to detangle himself from the... Scarf? "Shit..." He sighed, reaching the rooftop to meet the eyes of his mentor. Shinsou stood slowly, detangling the scarf from his ankles. "Hitoshi." Aizawa's voice pierced through his thoughts, prompting a wince from Shinsou. He refused to look up from the ground. How could he face Aizawa after that? "Hitoshi, please." Aizawa's voice was soft, practically pleading. "Please look at me." Shinsou slowly raised his head, blinking his tear filled eyes. Aizawa was... Crying?

He stepped towards Shinsou, his heart breaking when the boy flinched in response. Aizawa wrapped his arms around Shinsou, pulling him close to his chest. He rubbed Shinsou's back when he began sobbing. "It's alright. Hitoshi. It's okay." He sighed, lifting Shinsou into his arms. He was far too light for Aizawa's liking. He used his capture weapon to safely deposit both him and Shinsou to the ground, and clumsily fiddled with the doorknob, only to have the door burst open from the inside. A frantic Yamada practically dragged him into the house. "Where have you been!?" Yamada cried. "I couldn't find you, or Hitoshi! I called Kaminari and he said Hitoshi wasn't there... Now he's probably worried too!-" Aizawa cut off his husband with a pointed look at the now sleeping boy in his arms. "Jesus, Sho." Yamada breathed, staring at the tear tracks on his face, as well as Shinsou's. "What happened?-" Aizawa sighed, laying Hitoshi down on the couch and draping a blanket over him. "Hitoshi jumped off the roof. If I had come a second later..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. Yamada gasped, staring down at Shinsou with tear filled eyes. "What are we going to do?" Aizawa rubbed at his own eyes, wrapping his arms around Yamada. "When he wakes up, we'll talk to him." Yamada turned towards his husband, looking down at him with a sad smile. "You were right on time. Thank you for saving our son."