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A Vacation Without An Eucatastrophe

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‘Yo, Shouta! We just arrived at the airport, it's super crowded! There's a bunch of people here yo!’

 

The beaming face of Hizashi, the video capturing the sea of people behind them in the airport. Nemuri had tried to squeeze into the frame, waving with a bright smile while Shinsou trudged along behind them, hands on his bag straps and seemingly tired as ever. When he looked up to see the camera however, his eyes seemed to light up minutely, a ghost of a smile tugging at his face. Shinsou was excited too, Aizawa knew.

 

Lying on the couch now as he was, phone pressed screen down on his chest, he heaved a sigh even as the audio played through the earpiece. He'd seen the video too many times to still need to watch it, able to memorize every detail of the three most important people to him excited and chattering in the short clip.

 

The next clip was longer than the first one, at a different scene now, a hotel room.

 

‘Psst, Shouta! We just arrived at the hotel room. It's super luxurious! Hizashi went to take a shower, but Shinsou immediately faceplanted on the bed and went to sleep!’

 

The smiling face of Nemuri, his best friend, talking in a whispered voice while snickering at the funny sight. The video focused on what seemed like the now comatose Shinsou, asleep on the bed and seemingly relaxed.

 

‘He really takes after you, huh! It's no wonder--’

 

She had began, cutting off as someone walked out of the bathroom, the camera panning to them.

 

‘Oh, Hiza-- Hell, put on some clothes Yamada! There are children here!’

 

There was laughter to be heard in the recording, Nemuri throwing a blanket at full force at Hizashi, who had walked out of the bathroom with nothing more than a towel around his waist.

 

‘Wh- It's not my fault! I didn't know you'd be here, and filming at that!’

 

Hizashi spluttered, indignation on his face and a slight red tinge on his cheeks. Aizawa couldn't help but to let a small smile at the cute sight, one burned into his head clear as day without even looking at the screen. A quiet laughter alerted the two in the video to Shinsou, who had at this point woken up, and was laughing at the shenanigans ensuing. Upon noticing that he had been heard however, he flushed at the cheeks and offered a sheepish ‘Hi.’

 

The next scene was one that was slightly harder to see, the camera struggling to adjust to the dark nature of the area. Nemuri was holding up the camera again, waving towards it as she discreetly pointed behind her with her thumb, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter. As the camera focused on the background, it showed an obviously tipsy Mic taking part in an impromptu conga line that formed at the beach party. Aizawa remembered snorting quietly at the silly sight, his amusement doubled even more so as the camera then shifted to Shinsou, smiling at the ridiculous sight while conversing with the other teenagers on the beach. His son, finally making friends. He remembered how the sight warmed his heart greatly upon seeing it, even more so than the picture that followed. Shinsou had sent him a picture of Kayama who at this point, had joined the conga line with Hizashi and was cackling loudly. The caption read ‘Aunt Nemuri isn't even drunk, I think she just wanted to join the conga line.’

 

He also distinctly remembered the next morning when Hizashi found out that Shinsou had sent Aizawa the photo, and retaliated by sending a picture of Hitoshi looking terribly nervous as his friends from that night tried to balance a pineapple drink on his head. ‘It didn't end well, wish you were here to see it! ;x’

 

Aizawa had been in the staff room at the time the image was sent, getting ready to head off to his next class. He remembered when Nemuri had excitedly approached him with the tickets she won from the raffle, and their dismay when he said that he couldn't make it due to the extra classes being held over the summer vacation. As a result Nemuri got to go with Hitoshi and Hizashi however, and their happy expressions were more than enough to satisfy him. They needed a break too, after all that had happened recently. Cementoss had noticed his seemingly pleased expression at the time and made an offhanded comment on how something good must have happened, whereas Toshinori merely noted that it was domestic love taking place. Sekijirou mentioned it was likely a new cat cafe opening nearby however, and Thirteen had to break up the scuffle before Aizawa strangled the latter two with their frivolous remarks.

 

On the third day, Aizawa had received a photo from Hizashi containing an overly excited Nemuri pointing at the signboard of a hero museum with a seemingly tired Shinsou already ahead of her, turning to face Nemuri to wait for her to catch up. Having had lived with the stoic child who's personality matched his own for so long however, he didn't miss the slight glint of excitement in his eyes too. ‘The museum doesn't let us use our cameras, but I'll get you a souvenir of that cat hero you liked anyway! ;x’

 

He had scoffed at the time, rolling his eyes while telling Hizashi not to waste money on such unimportant items and to enjoy their time there instead, but now he had found himself longing more and more for something, anything that could remind him of his husband.

 

The next photo was a relatively silly one taken by Hizashi while on their way to their next stop, and it was one of Hitoshi hunched over in an alleyway while beckoning to a stray cat, eyes twinkling in awe. ‘He looks like you, Shouta! You rubbed off on him more than I thought.’ Was Nemuri's teasing comment. The tiny flutter of warmth he felt at seeing that photo ended up being due to his adoptive son's happy yet relaxed expression more so than the actual cat, but he'd rather die before admitting that fact.

 

The photos that followed were mostly of the same caliber, one of which took place in a café they had stopped at for lunch, featuring Nemuri gushing over the cake selection. The next video featured Hizashi in a music shop rocking out on some form of electric guitar, messing around by playing some rock songs he was familiar with before suddenly being surrounded. ‘Hey, isn't that Present Mic?!’ A bystander had went, and everything after that was a blur. The phone was thrown to Hitoshi who fumbled with it, almost dropping it while the video was still recording as it showed a flash of Nemuri grabbing Hizashi's wrist, helping him quickly put down the instrument before the triad made a mad dash out of the store before more people crowded. Hizashi had flashed his signature Present Mic smile, yelling out and apology for his Listeners, before being chastised by Nemuri. ‘Don't call out to them, you'll attract more attention!’ She had chided, the camera following close behind the duo, the video feed shaky and blurry as Hitoshi struggled to catch up with the pro heroes’ gait. They ended up in a deserted alley, bent over their knees and gasping for breath, before Nemuri burst out laughing. ‘Is that the stupidest thing we've ever done, or what?’ She had managed to blurt out between raucous laughter and gasps for air, wiping a tear from her eye. ‘It's Dad's fault, he's famous for his music and radio show and still played on that guitar.’ Hitoshi complained, also sounding out of breath. ‘Sorry, sorry! I forgot for a moment there about being seen in public, haha…’ Hizashi had flashed a smile to the camera with a wink at that period of time, less bright than the one he had in his Present Mic persona, but was more personal and reserved. Just for him. He remembered frowning at the scene then, suddenly becoming oddly suspicious of how much of that charade was truly unintentional on Hizashi's part. Instead, he opted to give a neutral reply. ‘Zashi is an idiot, don't mind him. You should try duct tape, it works when Hitoshi has enough of Kaminari's nonsense.’ He had texted in the group, only to get a whiny response from Hizashi. ‘Sho, you're so mean! ;n;’

 

The last night they had there was the most hectic as they ended up roping Shouta into joining a live call with them, one that he had secretly recorded to keep for himself. Hizashi had set the phone on the table such that he could talk to Shouta with the usual animated gestures he had when speaking. It had started off as a casual talk between Shouta and Hizashi, before Nemuri who had been in the other room popped by to say hi, resulting in her joining the phone call. They'd been talking about how they'd been spending their past few days respectively when Hitoshi also joined the room, having had just finished showering. His hair was fluffier than normal, still damp from the shower. Hizashi, in a moment of sheer playfulness that was eccentrically unique to his husband and his husband alone, reached out a hand to ruffle Hitoshi's hair, spraying water all over him and Nemuri. Nemuri, never one to turn down a challenge, tackled Hizashi to the ground, tickling his sides. Shinsou had initially backed away from the squabble, seemingly hesitant before grabbing a pillow off the bed and thwacking Nemuri over the head with it. Shouta couldn't help but to smile at the sight of his three favourite dorks, and what initially started out as silly teasing ended up in a fully fledged pillow war of which it ended up with Nemuri being pinned down by Shinsou while Hizashi tickled her sides, the dark haired hero bursting out in guffaws of laughter while shrieking ‘Stop, stop! I yield!’. It was a sight of pure, unhindered happiness, the worries of the real world completely forgotten as in that moment, only the three of them existed.

 

He remembered being asleep at the time, the room being lit up and illuminated by the notification on his phone. The picture was a selfie taken by Hizashi at the front of the group, camera held up to snap a picture of him alongside Shinsou and Nemuri. Shinsou was trailing at the back of the group as usual, wearing some sort of graphic t-shirt with a cat related pun on it, no doubt picked out by Hizashi. Nemuri was between them with aviators and a flowery dress, holding onto a sunhat while smiling at the camera, while Hizashi was in a tacky Hawaiian style shirt. It had seemed like they had left the shopping to the last day, opting to wear their new outfits back home. They were at the airport, tugging their luggage bags along beside them, seeming tired yet content. Nemuri seemed suspiciously more fashionable and refreshed than most when pulling her luggage behind her, as if she was getting ready to go on holiday rather than to return from it, however. Then again, Aizawa supposed it was due to the fact that her entire personality exuded beauty and…. Some others.



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His heart ached at the thought, knowing very well what Yagi would tell him about viewing all the footage and pictures from their trip again.

 

‘It's not healthy for you.’

 

‘It's about time you moved on.’

 

‘They're gone , Aizawa.’

 

It'd been weeks, months since the flight had gone missing. He'd been tracking their flight on his phone, frowning when the plane squaked a code 7700. It probably wasn't anything big he had thought, since the code could be used to declare even the tiniest of emergencies. Perhaps one of the passengers was kicking up a big fuss over something. His hopes were soon quelled however, as with growing alarm he realised that the plane was rapidly losing altitude. It was dropping and dropping and… It disappeared off the radar. That was more than 3 months ago, and the search for the plane had been relentless ever since they heard that both pro heroes had been on flight. It had mostly been fruitless for months, until a few days ago when they had finally found the plane. At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, with more than 90% of the passengers confirmed dead. There were reports, theories, everything talking about the flight and what could've possibly happened. From human error to a villain attack, everyone was talking about all the terrors that could've occured on the flight. After days of restless scrolling through the forums, he too decided that he had enough.

 

And so there he was, lying on the couch as he was, listening to the recordings for what might be the hundredth, yet final time. He'd finally sat up with a shaky sigh, a hand running through his hair. He was so tired . Looking down at what he had on the table, he shook his head. He'd cry if he still had the tears to shed. Downing the bittersweet powder that tasted of almonds, he washed it down with water before settling back into the couch for a final rest. As he laid there feeling his eyes slipping shut, he thought that perhaps he did love Hitoshi's smile more than cats, after all. That Nemuri had the nicest laugh in the world, and that Hizashi had the prettiest voice in existence.

 

The three of them….

 

I'm coming to join you.