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Silky blond locks were tangled in his fingers. With little thought, he brought the hair to his nose and breathed in the familiar scent. It was fruity and somehow the embodiment of sunshine, a perfect fit for his husband. They were wrapped around each other in a comfortable heap of limbs. It was rare to see the blond so relaxed, even while he slept. They’d been through so much, but they made it. Together they forged this peace they could soak in for the rest of their lives. They could bask in the sun, with the laughter of children in the distance. Hear the wind rustle the leaves as the grass tickled their skin. Green eyes stared at him with love and adoration. A gentle smile on soft lips that parted to say familiar words. Then-
Shouta startled awake. He was on his feet in an instant, knife in hand, as his eyes darted around the room. Seeing his work spread across the desk, the underground hero had to assume he’d fallen asleep grading again. A tingle down his spine kept him on guard. Just what had woken him up? He knew his home better than any intruder, every squeaky board and easy to bump knick-knack was carved into his mind. Not a single sound was made until… The sound of something heavy thudded and a familiar voice loudly proclaimed, “FUCK.”
The dark haired hero slipped out of his shared office and down the hall. Two voices whispered aggressively at each other. A tinge of anger sparked in his chest as he flicked on the lights, but immediately froze at what he saw. Two sets of green eyes stared at him wide-eyed For a long moment, no one moved. The underground hero was slowly processing what exactly he was looking at. As soon as his mind hit a conclusion, it reset, trying to find a different answer to what lay before him.
Hizashi, dressed in all black and wearing his red-rimmed glasses, was standing just inside their front door next to his number one problem child, also wearing all black. On the ground between them was… he actually couldn’t identify what it was past a pile of flesh and bones. Flecks of dried blood were scattered across the duo’s cheeks. His husband was holding a bloody knife in one hand and an… an arm in the other hand. Midoriya held a black trash bag open in front of the hero as if… as if Hizashi was putting… putting parts of the body in the bag.
As the seconds passed by, Midoriya began to tremble. The blond broke his gaze with Shouta and hissed at their student, “Don’t move. Number one rule, he can’t see us if we don’t move.” A look of terror spread across the teen’s face as he began practically vibrating. Hizashi was looking back at his husband, apparently deciding to change tactics, and smiled brightly. “My greatest love and joy! Why don’t you go back to sleep, and I’ll have coffee ready for you when you wake up!”
Shouta felt his face twitch, but kept a neutral stare at the two. Tears were beginning to trail down the problem child’s face. A dark look flickered briefly in his husband’s eyes. The underground hero’s gut plummeted, sensing this was going to get even worse. He took a step back. Villains, death, dogs, and possibly even Nezu were preferable to whatever Hizashi was going to do. Warning signs flashed in his mind as his heart pounded, all of it screaming at him to run.
“Shoooo!” Hizashi practically sang his name. “In our vows I said I’d help you hide a body, you’d help me, right?” The words clashed with the bright and cheerful look he was being given. Truthfully, Shouta had thought the blond was joking about helping him hide a body. He might’ve been an underground hero and saw some terrible things, but he’d prefer to make people pay for their crimes - not give them an easy out. “Shouta!~ Pleeeeease?”
The two sets of pleading green eyes crushed any resolve he had for fleeing. Of course, these two would be the reason he’d be hiding a body. With a heavy sigh, Shouta stalked toward them and crossed his arms. He kept a distance between him and the pile of what he was going to assume was once someone. Up close, the hero could see where blood soaked into their dark clothing. Hizashi smiled brightly as he continued on with what he’d apparently been doing. Midoriya, for his part, watched his English teacher with a frighteningly blank expression.
Slowly, the blond traced the blade down the severed arm. It was too light for it to cut the skin. Shouta guessed the man was planning on how he was… what was he doing? He had his answer rather quickly as the knife was pressed into the wrist and dragged down the arm. Back to the wrist, the knife was slicing horizontally as the arm was twisted around. The knife was then held between Hizashi’s teeth as he pressed both his thumbs in the cut down the arm. Then the arm was being twisted again as… as… flesh was pushed away from bone.
There was no hesitance in his husband’s actions. Movements smooth as if practiced. They were separating the bones and flesh as if there was a plan. Shouta has seen gnarly wounds and impromptu surgeries accompanied by screams. This shouldn’t be so different, yet… what the fuck? He’d always had the priority of saving someone’s life. A goal. Something to focus on. This was something else entirely. Clinical movements of a butcher. Flesh set aside as if they were different cuts of beef. What the fuck? A smile and laughter as a person was cut limb by limb into something Shouta couldn’t identify as a body.
All of it was so… off. Different from icing an amputated finger to hopefully have it reattached. Different from cutting a limb off before someone was buried beneath rubble. Different from skin ripping off after freezing to metal. Different from eyes being plucked out. Different from… from… everything.
Shouta startled awake. He was on his feet, reaching for the nearest hidden knife to find it missing. Dark eyes flicked around the room. Papers were spread across his desk. That felt familiar. However, the smell of coffee was new. As he crept out into the hall, the hero could hear his husband humming along to some song. No longer in the office, he could smell whatever Hizashi was cooking for breakfast. Hesitantly, he walked to their living room and glanced around. Everything looked normal. He scratched his cheek and relaxed slightly.
Slowly, he stalked up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around him as the man cooked. Hizashi let out a bright laugh that brought a small smile to Shouta’s lips. The feeling of wrongness was starting to fade as he held his husband close. Finally, he shifted to look over the blond’s shoulder to see what the man was cooking. In the pan were long strips of meat. They were still red, as if recently having been added to the pan. Swallowing, the underground hero took a step back. He then proceeded to trip on one of their cats and hit his head on the corner of their counter.
As his husband collapsed onto the floor, Hizashi looked between the pan and his husband. With a soft huff, he turned off the burner and set the pan aside. “Geez Sho, give me a break… I have standards. I mean… I wouldn’t feed us garbage like that creep.”