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Aizawa's POV:
Every noise is louder than before. I can barely see what's happening. I am blinded. All I know is that people are injured and we are under SEVERE enemy attack.. shooting blindly at anything that moves won't help. I am crouching behind a wall, blood is everywhere. Including on my face.
People are heard saying their prayers or calling for their mothers. I take one look at my squadron and I know that these men can't fight anymore. They are broken... Tired. Hungry. And Homesick.. they miss their families...
So do I. But I won't give up. I say something briefly but I can't even hear my voice... I get up weary and burdened I run. I run and run and run and run. I don't know where I am running I'm just running. All I can think of is hope. Hope that I MIGHT make it out alive.
Hizashi's POV:
I have lost my voice. There isn't any point in yelling for help when help won't arrive. I slide down to the floor. I hope something will end me quickly because I know it's over. I'm trapped in a building and I can't get out. I already tried shooting the rubble but that just made it worse... I tried to scream and yell but no one could hear me. I was long gone. Tears stained my pale sickened face. I had seen too much for my heart and head to handle.
Maybe this was good... Maybe it was okay to die. I was laying there on the floor unable to bring myself to do anything... I was slipping away... I let my eyes droop and then shut... But only for a moment before it came back. The guns. the screams.. the yelling and the blood. All the bombs and air raid sirens. I jolted up awake and never wanted to sleep again. I stayed awake even though I shouldn't. My body was dead I couldn't move... I didn't want to die.. did I?
Then again I had nothing to lose when I joined the army.. no children no wife or husband. No father. Just my mother.. but, she didn't mind me going. I was alone.. so why not end it all. if I die my mother would be the only person to mourn.. and I warned her about that.. she knew what I was doing was best... But was it...?
All these thoughts were running through my blurry mind when all of a sudden I heard him... Running and stumbling through a hallway when he somehow ended up in the room where I was in. I stared at him hopefully at first.
Then I noticed his uniform... A shadow fell over my brightened face.
Wait- He wasn't here to help me... He was here to kill me.
Aizawa's POV:
I think I've been running for days. I finally reached a building that seemed unnoticeable. I ran in and continued running through halls and different rooms. Then all of a sudden, I stopped. I had stumbled upon this, injured soldier... He was wounded badly and looked like he was ready to give up until he saw me. He gazed at me with so much hope. His face lit up when he saw he wasn't alone... I felt so bad... But I couldn't move. I was frozen. As I stood there he quickly stopped looking happy. His face turned to fright and he quickly tried to inch away from me but, his leg stopped him. I knelt and let my gun strap slide off my shoulder. I stood up again but, with my hands raised as if to show I wasn't going to hurt him. He may have been a soldier fighting for the opposite side but. I wasn't going to kill anyone again...
Hizashi's POV:
I tried to scoot away from him. I wanted nothing to do with that man. My leg was dragging me behind. I paused out of breath...
'DAMN my stupid leg!' I
I couldn't move further but, to my surprise I watched as the raven-haired man put down his gun and stood there, hands raised and everything. I couldn't comprehend what this meant. I opened my mouth to say something but all I could say was,
"What...?"
He could've shot me dead easily! Why didn't he? What was wrong with this soldier?! Or was I going crazy?! Had he already shot me? I didn't hear him ask a question until he repeated it for the third time.
"Sir, Are you okay?" The madman repeated.
"I- 'm perfectly fine. Leave me alone." I mumbled.
"I don't want to kill you... alright?"
What on earth? Is this soldier bluffing? Does he think he can trick me? GOSH! People can be so horrid! I thought.
"You're bluffing," I growled
"I'm not. Let me help you. I may as well because we're both trapped here." The dark-haired man proposed.
I couldn't help but agree with him. He may be fighting for the other side but, he was right. Of course, I never said that I just slouched and nodded very slightly. He cautiously walked over aware that I still didn't trust him.
Aizawa's POV:
I knelt in Infront of the depressed man and gently moved his leg. I heard him hiss in pain. I ignore his sounds and continue to gently pour out the water from my water bottle onto his leg. He flinched and tried to pull himself away because I touched the wound.
"You know I have to know how bad the wound is to care for it," I tell him. I look up when he says nothing and notice his clenched teeth along with the bobbing of his in an annoyed agreement. I smile softly and unnoticing of it because when the blondie looks up he is staring. The smile drops and I turn back to tend to his leg. Within ten minutes I managed to make a simple splint for him. It took longer than expected because I couldn't find something to support his leg. After all this trouble it seemed he trusted me more than before and he slipped out his name.
"Hizashi Yamada..." He had muttered.
"Pardon?" I perked up.
"My name... I thought that since we're here you may as well know" He mumbled.
"Oh. Well. I'm Aizawa...Aizawa Shota." I said lazily.
Yamada replied "It's a nice name you know... Shota Aizawa.."
I looked at him strangely... Now he seemed to be very trusting with me. I guess that's good? All of a sudden the whole building shook and a huge amount of dust flooded the room, I could hear rocks and other debris fall. Both of us burst into coughing fits but my main focus was to stay alive and protect Yamada since you don't leave any man behind. I was perfectly concentrated until I felt the arms of another grab me and pull me down. The soldier was gripping onto my arm with all that was left of his strength.
"Don't leave me here-" He burst into a coughing fit since the dust was getting everywhere. You couldn't see a thing.
"I don't plan on it" I replied, though I was uncertain he would make it out with that leg I said nothing of it.
After the dust had settled I let Yamada go and stood up to check out the damage. It wasn't good at all, we were completely blocked in. There were no windows in the room so I supposed we had a limited oxygen supply too. I told Hizashi about our situation and he just stared at the floor. Now he looked like he had given up... Was there nothing we could do?
Hizashi's POV:
He told me we were officially trapped... I knew it though, Long before the black-haired man came the uncertainty rose in me... now it's settled. I'm destined to die with a man I will probably never get to know and in an old building. Not fighting in the war. I couldn't run it through my mind, the fact I was going to die. I sat there quietly trying to process the information. It wasn't working, everything seemed blurry now and I felt very small and scared.
It was causing me to breathe strangely I could feel my heart rate go up. The more I thought about dying the worse it got. My breaths were short and quick and it started to show. Everything was spinning and I go feel hot tears prick in my eyes. I'd never experienced something like this and that caused me more anxiety. I was shaking, unable to move like a statue, trapped.
That was until I felt a calming set of hands-on my shoulders. I could barely see but with my limited vision, I saw the figure of the ravenette standing over me. There was a fog crawling through my mind, I couldn't think straight and hearing things was a no. I saw his mouth moving and that... was the last thing I saw as the fogginess settled and I shut my eyes for what I thought would be the last time.
Aizawa's POV:
I stood there standing over his body almost yelling his name. I started to rapidly shake him in panic without thinking. Finally, I started to calm myself. I took some breaths before trying to think back to my first aid course. I couldn't think of what to do... I checked his pulse and at first, I thought I did it wrong but, when I put my hand on his heart I didn't feel a beat, panic arising again I put my ear next to his mouth and nose to see if I could hear him breathing. Still nothing. Now I knew what I had to do, I quickly moved his body to a flat position on the floor and began pressing my hands against his chest. I repeated this movement before leaning over his soft pale face, I almost hesitated but quickly pressed my lips against his... I felt a warm tingling sensation flow through me. I could tell my cheeks were warm.
Am I seriously falling for him? Of all people? I couldn't help but think.
I exhaled and I almost sighed but quickly went back to work and applied the next set of chest compressions. As I continued giving Hizashi CPR I couldn't help but realize this might have been his end...
How could I have fallen in love with someone so quickly only to watch them die-
I was telling myself all this, when Hizashi's eyes shot open and sat up gasping for air. I jumped in surprise and pulled him into a desperate hug without thinking.
"Oh, my- What just- Did you? Why are you- What just happened?" Hizashi finally managed to spit out gasping in-between words.
I quickly shrank back and moved away.
"I- sorry... I reacted in the moment, not in a logical way..." I mumbled in embarrassment.
"No, no I think it was... comforting. Thank you..." He responded.
We sat there opposite one another awkwardly for a minute.. till I saw Yamada's face practically glow red.
"I- OH- Um- I meant- Uh- THE CPR! That- was- UH! Nice! Of you! to uh save me... Yeah..." He grinned strangely.
Hizashi's POV:
OH COME ON. DID YOU HAVE TO SCREW IT UP WITH THE GOOD LOOKING GUY?! I felt like beating myself to a pulp.
How come he was so kind yet so serious? It was strange to watch him react and gaze at me. I didn't realize I was staring way too long at his gorgeous eyes with his fluffy dark hair. I wanted to play with his hair so bad and those eyes... When I looked into them I saw a familiar look of wisdom and something that made him seem older than he was... Like he had seen things. Beautiful things and horrific things. I loved every second of staring at him just to complement his every feature in my head.
Oh my god... I've fallen face-first so hard for this guy... And he just saved my life! We had practically kissed! He probably doesn't feel the same with his super strict and "logical" attitude but... That hug was weird, almost like it was instinct. Maybe I have a chance... Just a slim one...
His face darken slightly, "Oh. right.. yeah... no problem.." he said gloomily.
"You know... the hug was also, very sweet? of you... It's hard to believe you, of all people would do that." I shifted slightly towards him.
He looked up and looked away with a slight pinkness on his face that he hid with his bandana mask. "Oh.. sorry I guess.."
"Hey! Don't be sorry it was kind of cute..." I replied quickly.
"Are you flirting with me?" His eyes made contact with mine again and his eyebrows were arched.
"Maybe I am..." I murmured and tried to shift myself towards him but my bloody leg had to hold me and my awesome flirting streak back.
Aizawa chuckled slightly, "So your leg's holding you back?" He laughed again.
I had never heard his laugh. Nor had I ever met this man in my entire life but it was the most perfect thing ever... But, he suddenly stopped and clammed up. He turned away and the mood in the dusty room changed.
"Uh, Shota? What's wrong?" I ask curiously.
"No. Don't Call me Shota. I- What's the point in this anyway? The flirting?" He remarked.
I couldn't think of a response. It was true I was flirting but, I didn't have a better reason than,
"Well.. I- I love you? I guess" I uttered in a high pitched voice.
Aizawa finally turned to look at me, His face filled with remorse,
"I know... I do too but, why now? We're going to die here why now do I fall in love?" He muttered more to himself than to me.
"Shot- I mean Aizawa... You can't stop being in love... Even if we die here, at least we can say we loved someone." I stated trying to comfort him.
"But- What if I want more? What if I wanted this to last forever..." He continued to mumble.
"Look." I sighed, I was about to say something stupid but, I didn't care. "I swear to you we will get out."
He gazed at me with very little hope but it was there...
"Swear?"
"Swear. I won't leave you." I declared.
Just then we heard loud yelling and orders being shouted. Then came the stomping of feet. I immediately sat up. Aizawa stood up shocked.
"People?" He croaked.
The whole room was shaking from the noise and dust and rubble started to fall on us.
"HELP! ANYONE?! THERE'S A BADLY INJURED MAN IN HERE" Aizawa yelled out desperately.
"WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU OUT, STAY CALM AND DON'T MOVE. GET READY FOR A BLAST."
Aizawa scrambled over to me and dragged me to the farthest corner of the room and quickly used himself as a body shield. I tried to protest but he couldn't hear me as my voice was drowned out by the surrounding sounds of guns.
Aizawa's POV:
I wasn't letting Yamada go. I wouldn't ever. I was so close to giving up but they came and in the process almost killed both of us. I watched as I saw the men burst into the room and rush over to Hizashi and I.
"Finally... Took you long enough." Hizashi coughed out.
I was still shaking, my whole body trembling and I couldn't respond to anyone. I barely had any strength left in me. I tried very weakly to get of the the soldiers grip as I was plucked off of Hizashi. I tried to speak but, I had lost my voice.
"No- Yo-" I spluttered into a coughing fit.
The last thing I saw was Hizashi being help onto a stretcher and his swirling green eyes sparkle at me. Then the black fog invaded everything I could remember, my sight, my mind, my voice, hearing, etc.
Next thing I know I'm wide awake lying in a camp cot in a large tent. My whole body is aching but I spring upwards. A tall man walk over to me and hands me a bottle of water.
"Drink, you have been asleep for two days." His accent was thick almost to the point where I couldn't understand him.
I try to hold the bottle but my hand isn't working... It's shaking so much I stare in agony.
"W- Wha-" I start to whisper
"No speaking." The doctor said sternly. "War does this to you." He implies and gestures to my hands.
I was affected by war... I had noticed it, I mean sure I had hallucinations and nightmares but... It was worse now...
Up until now I had been able to cover it up and keep my problem at a low point but now I couldn't even think of stopping myself from trembling. I gently grasped the bottle and pulled it close before taking small sips as the doctor explained to me what I should do to deal with PTSD... Except one thing didn't make sense...
"Isn't the war still being fought?" I said hoarsely.
"...Ah of course, you were asleep while it was ended with a peace treaty." The man guffawed.
"WHAT?!" I commented, it was over in the blink of an eye?! And a peace treaty?! How could I have missed this... I sat there staring at the water blinking and trying to comprehend this information when I felt his presence. I sat up straight and almost jumped out of the bed when the doctor pushed me back down and scolded me.
"No jumping."
I obliged in a frustrated way but excitedly I turned to smile at him.
"Hey..." Hizashi grinned with a wave.
He hobbled over to my bed with his crutches. Then he held one up and joked,
"Now you understand how I feel not being able to move huh?"
I smiled sarcastically, " Yeah yeah, it's wonderful." I drawled as I rolled my eyes.
"Not as wonderful as you..." He smiles softly and leans over me. He places a hand on my chest and I stop trembling. That doesn't matter when I'm with him... If I with him everything is fine...
The doctor walked out the tent when he was called to another matter and almost as soon as his heel had left I felt a strong pull and another's lips lock on mine. Everything melted away. I felt so calm and collected and the cup of water in my hand wasn't shaking anymore.
Everything was okay because I was with him... And he was with me...