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You couldn’t bring yourself to lie: you absolutely love this bed.
It had more than enough room for you to sleep and stretch out, its accompanied pillows and comforter as billowy and soft as the fragrance they were washed with was pleasant. Hizashi and Shouta insisted on doing your laundry for you, and you had fallen into the complacent habit of letting them do so, often finding a nice surprise when you laid down for a nap or to tuck in at night to find them nice and warm from the dryer, helping you drift off to sleep. The fact that it was a canopy bed always made it feel especially fancy, and sometimes you liked to draw the curtains closed to help block out the light for a much fuller rest, or even if for a little privacy. It was almost like you were a rich noblewoman, or even a princess, surrounded by her soft pastel sheets that smelled of lavender and roses.
Apparently, you weren’t the only person to think so. On this sunny Sunday morning, a gentle light is filtering in through the window as a hand parts the bed curtain, using its attached cord to bind the cloth to a bedpost to keep it open. “Morning, kitten.” Oh, so it’s Shouta to come wake you up today, you think to yourself as you roll over, dragging your eyes open to look at him. Often times you could get up on your own, but in the case that you slept in, the two preferred to wake you before it became too late in the day. They liked having their schedules; perhaps it was a side-effect of being teachers.
“G’morning…” You mumble tiredly, voice soft and weary in a way that made him smile. “Breakfast is ready, so come get something to eat.” The Hero coaxes, petting his fingers over your hair, planting a quick kiss to your cheek, soaking up your reaction as you hide your face in a pillow, embarrassed. God, he loves how adorable you are, grinning as you give your arms and legs a big stretch; like a little cat, he thinks. “M’kay,” Came a yawn. “I’ll be down in a lil bit.”
“Try not to fall back asleep like yesterday, alright?” Aizawa gives you a teasing smirk, seeming to linger in the doorway before heading out.
Perhaps you shouldn’t have snuck back downstairs to watch tv until two in the morning, you figure as you all but have to drag yourself out of bed. One could suppose the following hour you spent playing around on your phone hadn’t helped much, either. Or sneaking out for a tasty treat when you couldn’t sleep. Really, why you couldn’t get a proper night’s rest could have been anyone’s guess. What are you, a sleep expert?
“There’s our little rockstar.” Hizashi greets happily as you trudge down the steps and up to the dining room table, all but dragging your feet as you pull out your chair, half-awake as you start on your breakfast. A metal spoon clinks against its cereal bowl, one of the few sounds in the mostly silent kitchen, the eyes of others watching you as you ate. Being the irritatingly observant man that he was, the Voice Hero picked up on your sluggish movements fairly quickly. “Got a low battery, beautiful?”
“Mm-hmm,” You hum, eyes half-lidded and bleary, chewing your current mouthful slowly, eyes closing for a brief moment while you reach for another bite, only to miss your target and tap against the wooden surface of the table beneath. Yamada just laughs mirthfully. “Awww, you’re so sleepy! Too cute! You’re just as bad as Shou!”
The man currently on his third cup of coffee just grumbled, putting a few more sugar cubes in the already light brown beverage. “Maybe it would wake you up more if you didn’t put so much cream and sugar in it,” You taunt quietly, a bit of a scratchiness in your throat from the morning weariness, and Hizashi stifles a chuckle as Aizawa just huffs, albeit with a grin. “I don’t need to hear that from you. Don’t think I didn’t notice some of the chocolate was missing this morning.”
You avert your gaze bashfully, cheeks starting to warm. “…S’not my fault you guys keep bringing it home…”
They both just kind of chuckle at you, Shouta giving a kiss to your head before taking a seat in his chair. “And just who do you think we’re buying it for?” He cracks a smirk at you before beginning to unfold his newspaper, sipping at that tooth-rotting coffee as dark eyes skim over headlines; a morning ritual of his, you’ve come to learn. Really, the whole morning was already feeling… comfortably domestic. Charming, you could say. Peaceful.
You… couldn’t say you didn’t like it.
Both Heroes are chatting as you’re at the counter making yourself another bowl of cereal, the two talking about something for work, when you hear a phone vibrating, causing Mic to give an exasperated huff. “Again?” He groans, letting it continue to ring, your ears perking in curiosity. “Is it the school or something?” You ask, but the blonde just shakes his head. “Nah, it’s my folks. I haven’t visited them in a while and they want me to come up for Obon, but I don’t feel like takin’ the trip, plus I wanna spend more of my free time with the two of you.”
The subject seemed like it was going to be left at that, you going back to your breakfast as the married couple went back to their own food, but suddenly, it hits you. “Wait, they’re calling you about Obon?” You have a sort of laugh in your voice. “But it’s nowhere near that time of the year yet!”
Shouta and Hizashi seem to freeze, the Erasure Hero stopping his sip of coffee to simply hold it up, and the Voice Hero sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Um…” was all he could verbalize, and the small smile quickly drops from your face, your voice coming out in a near-whisper. “It’s August...?”
Any ans all utensils and newspapers are set down, and it’s dead silent as the men exchange a brief look with each other that screamed ‘oh shit’, Hizashi instantly forcing a smile when his attention is turned back to you. “Uh, yeah, sweetie, it’s August! Aren’t you, uh,” His voice quiets a little. “are you not, uh… keepin’ track?”
Immediately, you’re out of your seat, frantically scanning the table, hands feeling the pockets of your shorts. No, no, they’re lying, they’re lying to you!! You’re playing games on your phone every single day; you KNOW what month it is! Where did you leave your phone? Where is your phone so you can check?!
Yet… off the top of your head, you can’t seem to recall what month it would be if it wasn’t August. Not even seconds pass after that realization that you’re shooting for the staircase to race off to your room, company following behind you. “Babe, come back! It ain’t even that important!” Mic calls after you, and you dip into your room, all but tearing up your bed to try and find your phone in the covers. “So it’s August, who cares! Fall is nice! We might even be gettin’ snow in a couple—ow!” Eraser elbows him harshly to silence any inflammatory comments, but it’s already too late; your phone is in your hands, the light reflecting in your increasingly wet eyes as you read the numbers on the screen. Of course it was almost Obon, because August began two weeks ago. How did this happen…? When… when did you stop taking note of how much time had passed?
When did you stop caring about how much time had passed…?
Tears are rolling down your cheeks, and a hand is placed gently on your shoulder, but you just step out of its reach, keeping your back to them as you don’t even have the heart to turn around. “Just… leave,” You manage to choke out, your voice almost as shaky as your shoulders while you try and suppress the urge to bawl. “Please just go, I—” God, it feels like you can’t even breathe, a hand over your mouth to try and hold back sobs. “I-I need to lay back down for a while…”
“Are you… sure?” Aizawa asks cautiously, and you nod, repeating yourself much more quietly, weakly, defeatedly than before. “Please just go.”
“But… we’ve been workin’ so much lately, and we wanna spend time with--“
“I said PLEASE, didn’t I?!”
They both do a sort of flinch as your voice raises, something that they hadn’t heard you do in… gosh, weeks, probably. “…Okay,” Hizashi relents, sighing heavily. “Sorry for… ruinin’ your morning.” He sounds sad, motioning for his husband to follow him out of your room, and Shouta quietly does as such, shutting the door behind him and helping stifle the sound of your cries that soon followed.
Both of them silently decide that this is just an off-day. Surely you’ll feel better tomorrow.