Despite the fact that rules were made to be broken – and Hizashi had demolished his fair share back in his younger days – they were still in place for a reason. They hadn’t been carelessly created, the two instructors making sure they were on the same page when they’d decided what time the young student would have to be home by. It wasn’t only a restriction for him, but the rest of the UA, each and every teenager expected to be in their rooms and asleep. It was for their own good, and to make sure that everyone could stay safe. Villains could lurk around every corner, and the last thing anyone needed was to get ambushed in the middle of the vast and deadly night.
So, naturally, when the little influencer asked to be allowed a later curfew, the cheery radio host let out a resounding: absolutely not. With the more rigid of the pair gone for work, Present Mic had been left alone to parent; not that he was complaining at all, life as a teacher had prepared him long ago for being in charge. It was true that most of his students could easily change his mind about subjects, and he would give in to the smallest things, but that was simply his attitude. Why stress out over nothing? Of course, there were the rare occasions that he would actually put his foot down, but if he could avoid it – and make Shouta do it – why would he go through the trouble himself?
This was one of those times. One of those rare, unheard of moments where the professor had to stand his ground. The young man’s disappearance had caused a whirlwind of worry and pressure, though it hardly took a genius to know exactly where he’d ran off to. It was pretty standard for the apprentices disobey; to be the angsty little teenagers they were and get themselves into trouble. But actually caring for one of them? Well, that just added an extra element to the stressors. Walking into Hitoshi’s room to find an empty bed had immediately put Hizashi on high alert, his first call to Aizawa with an erratic panic that the annulling man had only heard on a handful of instances, but was able to calm after some time. They discussed where the boy had likely run off to, and that he would hopefully return within a few hours. They also discussed what Yamada should do when the young man returned, agreeance that some kind of consequence would have to be implemented, as to encourage the young man to not repeat the dangerous action.
The loud radio host spent the last few hours, texting the love of his life, impatiently waiting, and worrying about his child. The blonde had finally settled on the couch when he heard the door open, scrabbling to stand and nearly knocking his glasses off in the process. Rounding the corner, he caught a glimpse of Hitoshi heading into his room, following to stand in the doorway. The man had changed into sweats, hair pulled into a ponytail – and clearly ready for bed… hours ago. Despite the anxiety that crawled through the dj, his demeanor and smile barely faltered. “Yo, little listener!” The man calls toward the other, leaning against the doorframe. “We need to talk – where and why did you wander off, Hitoshi? You know you should be in bed, right?” The lack of a nickname a telltale sign that the host was not pleased by the other’s actions.
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