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37 text messages. 5 missed calls. 3 voicemails. For the love of God, why isn't Shouta picking up his phone.
Hizashi tosses the device bluntly into the passenger seat beside him, the red clock on the dash reading 1:43 am.
Shouta never has his phone off. That's the one good thing Hizashi can say about his husband at least. As crusty as his scarf is and absolutely wretched smelling sleeping bag he has, at least he keeps his phone on.
It had been Shouta's turn to watch over Hitoshi, their six year old adopted son, for the afternoon, the two speaking together in person before he left. But since then? Radio silence. No update on Hitoshi, no issues with school, if they even ate dinner, hell, Hitoshi could still be at school and no one has even called about him.
No, no, think Hizashi. They would have called.
Pulling into the driveway, Shouta's car is parked in its usual spot, the porch light lit at their front door. Slinks, an orange tabby, sits outside greeting the voice hero with long meows before resuming his bath.
Fumbling with his keys, Hizashi's frustration and worry melts with a single glance inside.
Asleep on the soft rocking chair, Shouta lays bare chested, Hitoshi in yellow cat themed pajamas, one hand mindlessly grasping Shouta's chest hairs while his thumb on the opposite hand rests on his bottom lip.
Snapping a quick photo, Shouta stirs at the noise, checking the time before peeking his head towards the front door.
"Oh, hey. I thought you had the radio station tonight?" he asks softly, his hand moving in soothing motions along Hitoshi's back to keep him from waking. For the past week it seems Hitoshi has been some kind of insomnia, some nights not even a yawn escaping the boy till 4 am or later.
"Doesn't matter," Hizashi replies with a kiss to the other's forehead, taking the time to observe and cherish their baby boy.
"He's perfect," Hizashi whispers, gently brushing back the boy's bangs to kiss his hairline.
"He reminds me of you sometimes," Shouta whispers back, taking Hizashi's hand into his own, their fingers locking perfectly together.
"I love you, Shouta Aizawa."
"I love you, too."