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set-forth-a-dream · 9 months

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Hizashi’s first car. An EraserMic one shot.

The sun was shining almost too bright today as Shota finished tying his tie around the collar of his uniform shirt. Looking in the bathroom mirror he noticed the growth of stubble on his chin. The thought of shaving didn’t cross his mind, in fact, he was glad. The fibers of his capture scarf weren’t made for comfort, it tended to be a little itchy if not sharp in some areas. It was a weapon after all. The addition of some facial hair would allow a barrier between the rough fibers and his otherwise smooth skin. And made him look mature, he’d been ready for some kind of change. Shake off the look of being a wide-eyed innocent hopeful hero. There was nothing innocent about the job. Beneath the paraded fame and glam of costumes, code names, special moves, and battle banter it was a dark and dangerous game of life or death that should be taken more seriously. With the addition of his facial hair his frumpy black waves now reached past his shoulders. Should he cut it? He thought moving it slightly back and up. That would mean taking routine haircuts to keep up an image. Why would he do that if he could keep up a less high-maintenance image for no money? He let the long hair fall back into place on his shoulders. That was enough of the mirror for today. He turned back to his room to finish getting his socks on and pack his backpack. His phone vibrated on the side table next to his bed. He spared it a glance but he still had the screen facing down. He decided it could wait whatever it was. Probably Hizashi sending a meme or cat video. He hesitated debating on whether or not to give in and look now that there was a chance of seeing cats giving the phone another glance. But he didn’t have time for distractions. He took the phone from its charger and slid it in his pocket and continued getting his backpack ready. Then he joined his parents in the kitchen, his father on his phone scrolling with dark circles under his eyes and a fork of cold eggs held halfway to his mouth.

“Good morning Shota.” His mother greeted setting a plate at the table.

“Morning.” He answered taking his seat and briefly placing his palms together over his plate, “Thanks.”

“Mornin’” His father finally came around out of his trance, “Fell asleep with my eyes open again.”

“Mhm,” Shota and his mother hummed.

The rest of the time it was quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence it was a whole family of people who preferred to do things mid-day to evenings. Mornings were meant to go slow, waking up naturally, dragging your feet across the floor, and maybe going back to bed after your first bathroom usage of the day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked. So until mid-day, his family lacked the liveliness of someone awake and ready for the day. His phone vibrated again with another notification. Again Shota ignored it taking up his finished plate and headed back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then he’d be off on his walk to school.

A rhythmic rumble shook the walls and he paused in his brushing. Some idiot had the music up way too loud in their car while passing by. He shrugged it off and continued only the pulsing music got closer and then it stayed. Who had the energy to be this annoying and inconsiderate this early in the morning??

“Shota!” His mother called from down the hall, “Your friend is here.”

Hizashi? Here? He finished with the water and hurried down the hall grabbing his backpack and stomping on his shoes as he realized, that loud music was right in front of his house! Unbelievable! What did he do, bring a whole stereo outside with him?! His cheeks heated up with embarrassment, the neighbors are going to stare!! He shoved open his front door to see a car, windows rolled down and Hizashi in the driver's seat having a karaoke session with his hair brush.

The neighbors were in fact staring, some shook their heads and made faces. Shota hurried over to the car.

“‘Zashi it’s too loud!!” If he could use his quirk on a car he’d be staring it down hard. “Turn it down!!”

“SHOTA!” Hizashi’s voice came with a wind that blew back his hair, “CHECK OUT MY SWEET WHEELS!”

“Your! Music! Is! Too! Loud!” He yelled over the clamor of a guitar solo.

“Get in!” Hizashi nodded to the passenger seat.

“Turn it down!” Shota demanded seeing his neighbors get increasingly annoyed and concerned. “Oh my god PLEASE turn it down!”

Hizashi pinched the volume dial and finally turned it down. “What’s the matter you don’t like ‘Hotel California’?” He asked a smile stayed plastered on his face, “Like the car? I finally saved up enough! She’s a little rough around the edges and the AC doesn’t always work but she drives!” He revved the engine but it didn’t give any flattering ‘purr’ just an annoying rumble. “C’mon get in!”

“No!” Shota answered back with irritable embarrassment, “I’d rather walk!” He pulled himself away from the car and stuffed his hands in his pockets then began walking down the sidewalk. His neighbors gave sheepish smiles and some laughed. He kept his head low waiting for the music and engine of the car to fade off the further he got. Only the music and engine stayed steady and right next to him.

“What are you doing?!” Shota groused snapping his head to look at the road where Hizashi slowly inched the car along to stay next to him.

“Offering you a ride to school dude. It’ll be faster if you just get in.”

“I’m not getting in that thing!” He hissed and picked up his pace.

Hizashi stayed next to him slowly rolling the tires and leaned his elbow out of the window peaking his green eyes out from his shades. “C’mon, bro! I told you I was going to pick you up!”

“No, you didn’t! And you didn’t have to do it while alerting the entire neighborhood!” Shota yelled. “You better go on, you look like a total creep right now.”

“Whoa! Who’s bein’ loud now?” Hizashi teased, “Yes I did! I sent you a text. Which I assume you never looked at. Again.” His voice dipped down showing his disappointment. Shota felt the phone in his pocket. The notification message.

Hizashi continued seemingly over the small pout of being ignored. “If you were outside waiting for me we would have sped off without causing a scene.”

“You ARE a scene,” Shota grumbled rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” He brushed back some blond hair in the weird updo he gave himself. “Now come on! You know ya wanna! You can take a nap on the way!”

There was no arguing or persuading his friend to leave. He sighed and stopped walking turning to the beige car. His friend looked like a glamor magazine model in a second-hand tin can. Entirely out of place. The color didn’t suit him but it was a milestone in a lot of people’s lives they couldn’t wait to achieve. He didn’t see the appeal. The noise, pollution, gas, and money it took to take care of a car could go to other more important and helpful things. Though at some point it would be logical to have one's private car. Popular Heroes in the public transportation system were impossible. They’d be swarmed with fans and never make it anywhere on time, or possibly make an otherwise safe area dangerous due to a villain tracking them down. Not that he thought he’d ever have to worry about becoming popular or having fans. He didn’t care about that so getting a car of his own could wait for a few more years or maybe forever. Hizashi on the other hand was bright, shining like the sun that morning. He made himself known, he’s a people person. Everyone knows him in some way or another. He was sure that one-day Hizashi would make the top ten in the hero charts. Not number one, but maybe 7 or 8. He thought he deserved it.

“Hhh, fine.” He walked over to the passenger side of the car taking off his backpack, “But keep the music down.”

“Hmm maybe.” Hizashi shrugged but excitedly vibrated in his seat. “Welcome aboard passenger! Please buckle your seat belt.” Hizashi mimicked a ride operator's announcements, one of the jobs he’d taken over the summer at a theme park. “Our destination today is UA High. Adjust your seat, sit back, relax, enjoy some sick tunes, and enjoy the ride.”

Shota shook his head a smile creeping across his face as the sun shone brighter from the clouds and in the seat driving next to him. “Y’know no one listens to that music anymore. Not even in America.”

“Whattya’ talkin’ about, of course they do!” Hizashi shrugged as another big hit in the 70’s-80’s played. “Hey, hey look at you!! Did you know you have a porcupine growing on your face?”

Shota rubbed the stubble on his chin with a smile, “Yeah, think I’ll keep it.”

“Damn,” Hizashi stayed with his eyes on the road and a smile, “You look so cool.”

Shota shrugged, “It’s just practical. Now I’m gonna nap before we get to school, don’t crash.”

“Please, I passed my test with funky fresh colors!” Hizashi chirped proudly, “Speaking of colors, the car I really want is gonna be blue.”

“M’kay.” Shota leaned the seat back slightly and covered his eyes with his arm resting over his face.

“Do you think you’ll get a car Sho? We’re already in our senior year. Did you take the driver's ed course?”

“I did. I do know how to drive. I just don’t think having a car would be logical for my line of work.” He answered quickly and then began to focus on his nap.

“So what you’re sayin' is, you want me to pick you up more often huh?”

“No.” He answered realizing he wasn’t going to get any actual sleep. But he settled for keeping his eyes closed. “I’m fine walking or taking the train and bus. My work will be less flashy than everyone else. Rooftops, ally ways, the underground kind of work. A car has no place there. Besides, driving it into battle would be asking for it to be totaled.”

“I’d love to pick you up and take you where ever you need to be.” Hizashi answered flicking on his blinker, “So long as I’m not busy at the same time. You just call me and let me know.”

Shota sighed, “Is that what you got from that conversation? I don’t need you to be my chauffeur.”

“Don’t worry it’s not gonna look like this forever! I’ll have a cool car, sleek, blue, sports car. Imported of course.”

Shota sighed, “Whatever if that’s what you want to spend your gas on.”

“Trust me, man,” Hizashi answered and Shota could hear him smiling, “you’re worth it.”

They arrived at school pulling up to the parking lot. Kayama was waiting in their usual spot and ran over to meet them.

“Oh my gosh!!” She cheered tackling Hizashi as he closed the door to the car, “You got the car! It’s so ugly!”

“Hey!” Hizashi wriggled from her hug and her hands that forced his face near the deep valley of her open-buttoned shirt. “Go easy on her Kayama this is getting us to vacation destinations and drive-thru’s when you don’t want to go inside to eat! Right, Sho?”

Shota didn’t say anything just unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled himself from the passenger seat.

“Oh no,” Kayama cackled, “It’s great! It really suits you, Yamada!” She snorted trying to keep from doubling over in laughter.

“Yo!” Hizashi snapped. Shota watched the two playfully insult each other Kayama trying to rustle Hizashi’s hair out of place or keep him in a headlock while he complained she was being too brutish for a woman, or how she smudged his glasses. Oboro would do anything to be in his place. To have sat in the passenger seat instead while listening to loud old American hits with Hizashi.

“Sho! Help me out, man! Don’t leave me alone with her!” Hizashi called from up the stairs. The sun made his yellow-blond hair glow so much that Shota had to squint his eyes and lifted a hand. Kayama also waved for him to catch up lest he be mistaken for owning the ‘ugly’ car.

“Alright!” He answered with a smile, “I’m coming.” He started up the stairs to join the two for the rest of the day.

#anime #my hero academia #boku no academia #mha fandom #mha present mic #present mic #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #mha eraserhead #erasermic fic #erasermic oneshot #erasermic #mha midnight #nemuri kayama #I didn’t know what to do about his parents sorry lol #i did this instead of working

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s0fter-sin · 2 years

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okay, so i’ve tried my best but i just can’t find it, does anyone know what fic this is from?

#i was an idiot and didnt bookmark it #im pretty sure it was a pwp but it also couldve had a bit more meat to it #it didnt have any of the students in it i remember that much #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #erasermic fic

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not-some-background-noise · 1 year

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guys we did it

BOYS DON’T CRY IS FINALLY COMPLETE

no we’re not crying

here’s the link to the last chapter⬆️

now you have no excuses, we want to know what you think!

@likelytowritesomestuff

#after almost two years we finally did it #we are so grateful for all the love it has received #we’re emotional #ilawrites #bnha fic #mha fic #bakugou katsuki #present mic #yamada hizashi #bnha bakugou #krbk fic #erasermic fic

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lucianinsanity · 2 years

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One day, after the war ends and things start getting a little bit more normal, and people are feeling safe again, Shota looks to his side, in the car, and stares at his husband

The blonde hair falling down, the messy bun and the bags under his eyes after hours of work, and he feels like he can look at him forever

He turns on the music and the playlist they did together starts playing and he can't hold himself and starts singing "I'm using your shirt as a pillow case, I WANNA RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP, WE SHOULD BE LOVERS INSTEAD...", He looks to the side again and sees the side smile, the eyes trying to look at him and the road at the same time and continues to sing even louder

The voice that joins him is a lot more quiet that usual, the overwork making itself obvious, still, following the song, both of them singing to each other and to no one at the same time, the windows open, the car leaves the road and stops

He wonders what's happening until Hizashi gets out of the car and takes him too, both his hands in his hands and a slow movement, his voice is inaudible but he can see the words being pronounced, they are dancing

And he keeps singing along to the playlist and dancing, their movements becoming faster and a little out of synchrony with the music, laughs and screams and tears

At some point they start kissing while sitting on the car, next time he thinks about what they are doing they are back at dancing, moving in circles with their foreheads touching, and he yells the lyrics again "If you weren't so stupid I could've love you, if you weren't so stupid, but you're really stupid...", And the eyes that look at him are full of something he has only ever described as love

They fall to the ground, laughing, he knows his own hair is a disaster now, he can see the hair of the man in front of him, he feels better than in a long time, a hand touches his face and he starts crying, their foreheads touching again, he can see Hizashi crying too, the relief filling his body while he cries, hugging each other like clinging to everything they fought for

The ground is cold, a little bit of grass under his fingertips, mostly rocks, they are looking at the sky, not quite stargazing since the sun hasn't gone down completely yet, their hands together while they take deep breaths, he remembers screaming at some point just because

He laughs a little and turns to his side once again, his husband mismatched eyes looking back at him, he kisses him again, they hope everything goes well after all

Some time later he is passing in front of a tv and sees the news, the title "People celebrating the end of the war" and he sees footage of him and Hizashi dancing and singing on the side of the road, laughing like kids and nearly falling every two steps and his heart starts beating faster, he receives some knowing looks and confused smiles, he pretends he doesn't know what his students are talking about when they ask

Later that same night he goes on a search on the internet to find and download that video, and when he finds it he keeps replaying it with a smile on his face

#bnha #luci an's writing #erasermic #erasermic fic #hizashi x shouta #yamada hizashi #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #mha #fanfic

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foundsaturn · 1 year

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guess who’s back and finally continuing their 5+1 erasermic fic? check out a preview of the next chapter below!

Chapter 4: Sneak Peak

Shouta had to give props, if it hadn’t been for Nemuri’s normally irritating interference, they probably wouldn’t have managed a date for another month.

She’d burst into the staffroom that morning and informed them she’d snagged a dinner reservation at an extremely fancy and chronically overbooked restaurant for the two of them. Apparently it was a thank you from the owner who she’d just saved from being flattened by a two tonne truck on her coffee run.

Hizashi had gaped at her until she rolled her eyes and threw a condom at him (thankfully still in the packet, less thankfully mango flavoured), making Hizashi shriek and chase her across the room with a red face, while Thirteen and Kan bet on who would win between them and Snipe cackled himself right off his chair. Shouta himself was about to tell Nemuri exactly where she could stick that reservation, until she passed by his desk after Hizashi had relented and ran off to his first class, swearing at a victorious Kan. In Nemuri’s words, ‘it’s tiring watching you two wallow in misery. Just use your vacation days for once, you morons. And go get some, far away from me preferably’.

Shouta almost recoiled at the memory of that all too recent conversation.

#erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #ao3 #eraserhead #erasermic fic #my fic #bnha fanfiction #erasermic family #midnight #kayama nemuri #5 + 1 things #the reality of trying to snog ur man when u keep acquiring kids at an exponential rate plus work 5 jobs between you #if it ain’t the consequences of their actions

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marshmiillow · 2 years

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Our new fic is live! 10k of erasermic mer au, with first mate shota and siren hizashi

#bnha #erasermic #erasermic fic #mha #bnha fic

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i-love-shoutoko-so-much · 2 years

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It's time to post my EraserMic one-shot (finally), and I've spent twenty minutes looking for the perfect cover for the chapter (since Social Spirit allows you to put a cover on the chapter).

#writers diary #erasermic fic

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set-forth-a-dream · 1 year

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A Cat & Glasses (An EraserMic One Shot)

((Aizawa isn't a UA teacher yet. Mic is a teacher and on his own. but the two have some unspoken thing going on. IDK I was doing dishes and had a scene pop into my head and then I had work to do that I didn't want to do so instead of doing it I wrote this! ENJOY!!))

Shota wakes up to the sound of meowing that's growing increasingly urgent. It had been a long night and he had no intention of waking up at 8 o clock on the dot. However, that's exactly what the red numbers on the clock read in his still-dark room. Luckily he kept his room- or rather the whole apartment in a minimalistic style. Meaning, aside from the meowing cat's toys strung about here and there sometimes, he knew precisely where everything of his was because he had very little to own in the first place.

He got up from his futon keeping the blankets turned down letting the bed await his return. Walking across the floor with his eyes closed he made it to the cat's food cabinet and took up a can of her food. But something wasn't right. He dragged his heavy eyelids open to look down by his feet and then around the rest of the floor. Sushi, his little orange cat hadn't been begging at his ankles like she usually did when she woke him up for breakfast. Instead, she was waiting at the front door. He called her name while tapping on the can. She kept her spot at the door and just looked back at him.

Shota decided to be as persistent as her silent request to go outside. He found her treats, in her favorite chicken and liver flavor with the crunchy outside and soft insides. He looked at her waiting for her reaction as he gave the box a shake. Sushi's tail flicked side to side and her eyes widened while one of her ears twitched to acknowledge the sound of her treats letting out a loud 'meow!' but she insisted there was business at the door. He let out a sigh placing the treats back. Nothing was out there, he was sure of it. She's just being weird and he'd rather be back asleep. But as he walked away her urgent meows wouldn't stop. Fine, he'll check it out! He spun on his heels stomping up to the door and gently moved the cat away as he cracked it open just enough to squint in the morning's sunrise. Aside from the stinging sunlight, there was nothing outside that should have the cat so upset.

"There's nothing out here." He assured her. But before he could close the door she hopped over his foot he used to attempt to keep her from escaping and darted down the two flights of stairs of the apartment. "Sushi!? Hey! HEY SUSHI! Nooo!!" Shota tried not to yell at the cat running down the sidewalk now and away from him, not wanting to attract any attention from his neighbors. He smacked the door closed behind him as he ran out after his cat. Just what had gotten into her this morning!? The only outside she seemed to enjoy was the small outside balcony to the apartment. The fact he was barefoot and in his light pink boxers and black tanktop as he ran down the sidewalk hadn't crossed his mind while his crazy orange cat flew across the street and made a getaway while climbing up a tree.

The shower knobs made a squeak as the water turned off a voice reverberating through the acoustics of the bathroom. Hizashai had been awake since midnight. His late-night radio hosting kept him awake from the crack of dawn till just after his lessons at UA. Luckily he could get to his teaching job a little after 10 in the morning. In the meantime, he made sure he'd look fresh and his best for the day! He twisted a purple towel over his long golden wet hair and another towel to dry the rest of himself off. He'd just wiggled on his underwear when he heard a meow coming from a window in his bedroom. Hizashi's large green eyes drifted up to see a familiar orange cat peeking at the glass. A smile slid across his face as he walked across the floor and popped open the window to let the cat in.

"Hey Sushi, long time no see." He pet down her back as she arched to his touch. "How's Sho? Taking care of him for me?" She purred licking the water he missed from his ankles before rubbing herself against him. "Wait, how in the world did you get your funky little but over here?" He asked as she began to leap onto his dresser. "You'll get cat hair on my stuff you orange furball. Where's your daddy?" Hizashi followed her to make sure she wouldn't knock over his expensive decorations. She looked back at him, her pale daisy-colored eyes had a mischievous glint and it seemed her whiskers indicated a smile. He squinted his eyes at her watching closely, "What do you think you're doing?" Her answer came as a trill from her throat before she found his red-framed glasses; the ones he wore when out of uniform, and darted back for the window escaping outside.

"Huh!?" He tried grabbing for her as she escaped but she'd just lept out of his reach. "Sushi! Give those back! You don't even need glasses!" He called to her from the window. "Sushi, drop it!" But she carefully made her way out of the tree and back to the ground. Hizashi let out a frustrated groan while pulling on a fancy black and red robe and his house slippers as he jogged down the stairs and to his front door where he caught the cat almost waiting for him to show. "I don't have time for this!" He told her sternly, "I have work in two hours!" She just twitched her tail and waited. He pouted letting the mustache not yet tamed in place tickle his nose to his protruding lips. He took one step out of the door and her tail began to flick more. One more step and she bound down the sidewalk one more. "Unbelievable." He grumbled tying his robe tightly as he marched down the street, "Robbed! By a cat! Sushi!!! Get back here!! Oh, you just wait till Shota finds out about this!"

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Shota franticly looked around for the cat. After following her in the trees he'd lost track of the little orange ninja. But he wasn't in unfamiliar territory. His high school friend lived around here. Maybe Hizashi had become more than just a friend after his graduation. He didn't know what exactly they'd become, they never said anything. Things just happened. They were always together, they leaned on each other. Then one of them leaned too close and Shota forgot which of them exactly made the first move but they had lived together for a while. They woke up together and had breakfast and coffee. They went to work and would come home to each other. They slept together and did it all over again the next day. Then as slowly and as carefully but just as suddenly as it happened they were just friends again. Distant support. Idol texting here and there. Hizashi left him in his empty apartment and started his own life. Or that's what Shota assumed. And he was okay with that. Whatever they had didn't turn sour or ugly. And it was a cherished time he looked back on fondly.

Speaking of Hizashi, he thought he heard his voice calling Sushi's name. He looked down from the branch he'd stopped on to survey his surroundings. Sure enough, the orange cat was running in his direction, and Hizashi in a fancy black and red robe with a purple towel still twirled around his head chasing after her. Shota dropped to his feet crunching on some acorns that littered the floor below. His nerves screamed at him something equivalent to stepping on legos. But even off balance and holding back from swearing his pain away he snatched Sushi up. He must have scared her because she answered with a quick "Reeerr!" But he started Hizashi even more. His hair was blown back by his scream. His ears were ringing but it had been nothing detrimental to his actual hearing.

"You scared me!" Hizashi dropped his defensive fists and clutched his chest. "What're you doing dropping out of trees like that?!"

"Following my cat," Shota answered holding Sushi up in his arms that had seemed to accept her capture. "What are you doing out here dressed like-" His eyes looked the tall blonde up and down, "that?" Hizashi looked down at himself and back at Shota in his boxers, barefoot, and in a black tank top.

"Chasing your cat who stole my glasses." He answered. Shota looked down seeing the red frames still clutched in the small jaws of the cat as she purred in his arms.

"Oh." He coaxed her to let go of them and handed them over. "Sorry about that. I don't know what came over her this morning." He watched as Sushi's eyes dilated into big sparkling pools of black when she saw Hizashi get closer to take back his glasses. "I... think she misses you."

"Aw" Hizashi cooed scrubbing the lenses to his glasses before slipping them on his face, "Just the cat misses me huh?"

Shota looked up seeing the chartreuse eyes behind a clear window framed by red wire forgetting just how pretty and rare of a sight that was for anyone. It was once something he saw every day. "What do you mean 'just the cat'?" He narrowed his eyes only to get a smile and shrug from Hizashi brushing it off like he hadn't said a word. He motioned for him to follow him.

"Come on man, you're in your boxers. Let me lend you some clothes and feed you." He began walking back to his house while Shota hesitantly followed after him holding the mischievous cat in his arms. Hizashi's house was spacious. And it had so much... stuff. Mostly music and nostalgic memorabilia, with expensive-looking abstract art on the walls framed by different color LED light strips. Every room looked like a furniture showroom and he noticed soundproofing on the walls. It was so 'him'. Full of color, life, ideas, and personality. He wasn't afraid to have things, and get attached to excess items that had no logical reason to have aside from taking up space. And with the extra soundproofing on the walls, he didn't have to worry about being too loud when he sang random songs while cleaning, cooking, showering, and getting ready for work. Shota began to believe Hizashi left because he was being held back from being his full person while he stayed in a mostly empty, small, apartment with him. They were just too different to be together. At least like they were before.

Sushi chowed down on some canned shredded chicken while Hizashi made a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon for himself and Shota. They talked about their work; Hizashi tried to convince him to be a teacher at UA with Kayama. Shota's late-night hero patrolling was enough to make the rent, sustain his jelly pack diet, and keep Sushi fed. Any extra money he made went into savings and some charity associations. Hizashi sounded like a mother, the way he doted on the kids he taught English to. Shota couldn't imagine himself as a teacher. Or going back to UA. Even though he heard the repeated words 'You're great with kids!' from everyone. One of the last things Shirakumo told him. Returning to UA would just open a barely closed wound, if not poke at a still tender bruise.

"Well, I gotta go!" Hizashi traded the red frames for his yellow shades. His hair was swooped back in one tall spike like a cockatoo bird and his leather jacket zipped up to his chunky directional speaker. "Stay as long as ya want. Food is in the fridge if you get hungry, no scary movies by yourself, and don't answer the door to strangers!" He teased taking up some jingling keys. Shota rolled his eyes as he watched the front door close. Only after Hizashi left did he weight in his chest with all the questions he wanted to ask him. But who knows how that could turn out. Maybe they'd end up fighting, or he'd say something that hurt him. Hizashi seemed happy enough and if he was happy with the way things were there was no reason to change things. He decided it was the least he could do for his friend that stayed with him after everything that happened. He ended up falling asleep on the plush couch in the living room with Sushi curled up and purring on his chest.

The End.

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