Hey, and welcome to my first try at BNHA fanfic. Recently joined and I am in love!
I also quickly adopted the idea of Dadzawa and Shinson so, here's my try at that as well. Inspired by Flourish by Wildcrisis on Ao3 (I'll post there as well) so do check it out! You don't have to actually read that to understand this, but it's still a super awesome Dadzawa and Shinson fic!

Hope you enjoy this little ficlet =D

He only heard some of what supposedly happened at the USJ but it sounded bad. Very, very bad. And his father was there.

"He's a pro hero. He's strong. He's fine," Hitoshi told himself as he and the rest of General Studies sat and waited for something to happen. Almost all the teachers had left and gone to assist, some even saying All Might was there.

"It's fine… Everything is okay…" Shinso hadn't even noticed he was shaking as he sat, staring down at the desk.

"Oi, you worried?" he heard someone ask and wasn't sure if it was for him. The world seemed to be spinning as a cold wrapped around him.

"Nah. This is the pro's we're talking about."

"Yeah, but still… A surprise attack and only two teachers? Neither really fit for group battles? I don't know man…"

"You think it's that bad?"

"I mean, possibly-"

He couldn't take it anymore. Hitoshi stood up, nearly tripping over his chair and almost ran out of class. The calls of his classmates fell on deaf ears as Shinso's own heartbeat boomed in his head. He was running before he realized it, turning a corner and down the stairs – he needed to get out. To make sure everything was alright. And as he was running, he saw a familiar flock of large, blonde hair.

"Uncle Mic!" he yelled, not caring for anyone who might have overheard him. By the looks of it, people only recently left. And the hall… Recovery Girls medical wing.

"Hitoshi…" Yamada turned to the student, and instead of his usual happy-go-lucky expression, he looked grim and pale.

"W-What happened?" the boy needed to catch his breath as he doubled over on his knees. "We heard there was an attack! Dad was there wasn't he? With his class!" Shinso straightened his back and looked at the hero. "Where is he?"

"…" Hizashi lowered his gaze and then looked to the door. "He jumped right into the ambush to give his students some time to escape…" as the blonde spoke, the student felt his heart skip a few beats. "He took on a lot of them, but by the end, he was exhausted and the villains had some powerhouse… Even All Might have problems beating it."

"How is he?!" he didn't mean to yell, but panic was taking over. Please, don't let him be dead. Please, please, please!

"…We're still not sure the extent of his damage… Recovery Girl is working on him as best she can, but…" he paused, looking at the boy. "Hitoshi, he got hurt pretty bad."

Shinso said nothing but closed his eyes and almost threw the door of the medical wing open as he rushed in. Mic tried to grab him, but his reaction was too slow. Instead, he followed in soon after, and saw the kid frozen, a few steps away from Aizawa's beaten body.

"I said no one should come in!" Recovery Girl turned to them, eyes narrow, before seeing who it was and letting out a sigh.

"He's alive," she said after a few seconds and Hitoshi would have collapsed to his keens, if his uncle hadn't grabbed him by the arms and held him upwards.

"Dad…" came a weak whisper as tears welled up in his eyes. There he was, lying on the bed, covered in bandages, something strapped to his chest and face, hardly breathing. But he was alive.

"Sorry," Mic said weakly, gently helping the kid to his feet, but not letting go. He didn't trust that Shinso wouldn't just fall again.

"It's alright… Family is important… You two can stay if you want, but not long," the nurse kept her eyes on the ground as he moved away, giving them some space.

Hitoshi never thought he'd see the day his father would lose. At least, never this bad. With the help of his uncle, the two moved closer to the bed, and he was sat down on a chair while Yamada went and got one for himself.

"…Dad… C-Can you hear me?" the student asked in a weak whisper, fearing if he spoke too loudly, it'd make the condition worse.

"He probably does, even if he can't react…" Hizashi gave a small, encouraging nod. "He's strong – don't worry. He'll pull through," his smile, despite being a bit forced, felt real to the boy. And that's what he needed.

"You better be okay, dad…" Hitoshi reached with his arm, to try and place a hand on the man's shoulder or something, but stopped himself. Fear kept him from going further as he slowly lowered his arm back to his side.

They sat in silence, only broken by the machine showing Shota's life sighs, until Recovery Girl came back and shooed them both out. The two stood in front of the door for a few minutes, watching with worry, until Mic patted the boy on the head.

"You should get going… Eraser has this second quirk that lets him know when you're scared and then he's scared and worried," he looked down, a small smile on his face.

"Can I come and visit soon?" Hitoshi never took his eyes off the door.

"I'm sure he'd love that."

And so it was, that for a week until Aizawa woke up, the two would come and visit when able. Usually, they'd go together, but a lot of the time, Hitoshi found himself alone. And it scared him. The room was dark and silent, save for what was around his father, and each day he feared when he'd stop hearing those beeps.

The nightmares didn't help. He already didn't sleep much – call it an Aizawa family trait – but now he avoided it as much as possible. He saw his father dead or dying, bleeding out, crushed, destroyed and in pain. And all he could do, was stand still in fear as the villains laughed and did as they pleased. He didn't tell anyone about them, not even his uncle. Well, he technically told Shota when he was there, but in hushed whispers.

It was a slow day when Mic and Hitoshi, both exhausted and half sleeping, heard the monitor and machines give off a different sound.

At first, they panicked, jumping off their seats and looking around. Yamada called for Recovery Girl while Shinso went to his father's side and saw the faint movement under all those bandages. But they were stiff and quick – almost like panic.

"Dad, dad calm down!" the boy called, looking for something to take hold in reassurance. Shota's arms were both in casts, and almost every inch was bandaged. He had nothing.

"You're in a hospital! Bandages everywhere – you're not blind!" he tried at everything he could think off, before hearing the adults nearing.

"Move, give me room," Recovery Girl ordered and Mic had to drag Hitoshi away from the still fumbling Aizawa.

"It's all okay now… Don't you worry…" they heard the nurse whisper before the doors were closed.

"C'mon let's go… We can come back in an hour," Hizashi gently pulled on the boy's arm to get him to move away.

"He was scared," Hitoshi whispered, eyes wide.

"…" the blonde had nothing to say to that, so he just averted his eyes. Maybe they could get Shota some gift or something…

An hour later, and they were back. Recovery Girl did somewhat yell at them that they should give the man some rest and get rest themselves, but still allowed them to get inside.

"…Dad?" Hitoshi tried, swallowing a lump in his throat. It was the same but… different. The breathing was more visible and the bandages had been removed from his eyes.

"Toshi?" came a weak and dry reply as Shota weakly turned his head. "Mic," he managed as well as they two moved in closer.

"You scared us there," Yamada gave a nervous chuckle, looking down in relief.

"Sorry," the wince following the answer made both of the visitors worry.

"H-How do you feel?" Shinso mentally smacked himself for asking such a dumb question but he couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

"…Been better," there was a hint of humor under the pain as the boy shook with nervousness. But he still smiled.

"I – I heard what you did… Saved your students," he blinked a few times to try and stop the tears. "And here you were supposed to be the one who's rational."

"Yeah Shota – who'll keep me back if you kick the bucket," Mic managed to swallow the lump in his throat.

Aizawa let out a small groan as he seemed to gather the energy to speak. "That's why… I can't die… Can't leave… You two alone… just yet," the words were slow and weak, but truthful. They all knew it.

"Good! That means you won't do it again!" Hitoshi sniffed and quickly moved his arm to get rid of the tears.

"Promise," it was soon after that Shota drifted off. Mic had a near heart attack, but Recovery Girl assured them it was only natural. The gifts they bought, some chocolate and a new pair of goggles, were left beside Shota's bed.

"Can we visit again?" Hitoshi asked as they were escorted out.

"Sheesh, don't you have class? And you, you're a pro hero!" the nurse shook her head before looking up. "You can visit as many times as you like. He'll only get better from here on out."

"Thank you," the genuine tone and gratefulness of the boy's tone touched both of the adult's hearts.

"Just doing my job," she told them, but there was a smile on her face. "You two keep doing yours – since your visits, he's been recovering better."

"Will do!" Mic grinned and patted the student on the head. "After all, we're family!"