The moon is beautiful, isn't it? (eraserjoke)

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Hizashi raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Aizawa is talking about. The bouquet. "Ah," he nodded as he stared at the daisy bouquet smiling faintly, "yeah, it's Emi's favorite."

Emi? When did he start calling her that?

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Aizawa sat on a couch at the end of the room, his eyes staring at Hizashi's back as the hero watched Emi closely. He cleared his throat to get Hizashi's attention-which worked out well by how the blond hero turned his gaze towards him right after. 

Hizashi giggled as he stood to sit beside his high school friend-Aizawa. "Sorry," he said, "I almost forgot you're there." Aizawa shifted slightly to let Hizashi some place to sit. The hero cleared his throat as he gazed upon Aizawa's bruised fist. "You alright?" Hizashi's soft voice echoed through the silent room as his eyes face Emi. "I am ," Aizawa muttered.

"It's kind of strange seeing you here actually," Aizawa said, questioning. Hizashi smiled as he fell deeper into observing Emi, "I know, right?" Aizawa squinted barely opened eyes.

That son of an evil cat.

Hizashi continue, "I know you're not into this kind of cheesy talk," he sighed, "but I was just about to tell her how I feel." 

Aizawa glanced at Hizashi with the corner of his eye, surprised. "I guess I spent too long trying to decide between 'do you wanna go on a date with me?' or the moon thing." Hizashi chuckled, hiding a sense of regret.

He did not.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "The moon thing?" Hizashi turned his head towards Aizawa in disbelief, "Really, Shota? Are you even Japanese?"

"How does that have anything to do with how Japanese I am, Zashi?" He rolled his eyes, "Is it the red thing in the flag?" Aizawa played dumb, wishing to end the rather obnoxious topic.

Hizashi's eyes widen in disbelief, he shouted, "SHOTA!" Aizawa gasped, "IT'S A FREAKING SUN!" 

Aizawa's eyes widen. He shushed Hizashi as he placed his index finger in front of his lips. "Hizashi, we're in a hospital," Aizawa stated, "and a patient room!" Hizashi chuckled, then laid his back to the backrest. Aizawa rolled his eyes as he did the same. There was a moment of silent before Hizashi said another word.

"So, you're here everyday?" he asked, turning a gaze to Aizawa who was just staring at the ceiling. He nodded faintly, "I guess."

"You should get some rest," Hizashi stared down at Aizawa's bruised hand in pity, "It's my day off tomorrow, I can look after her." Aizawa squinted his eyes annoyed-Hizashi didn't notice although it was clear. The former hero sighed, refusing to say another word as he continue to stare at the white painted ceiling. 

"Is that a yes?" Hizashi asked.

Hell no.

"Sure." 

Hizashi nodded gratefully and somehow his eyes sparkled in joy. It was clear. The former hero didn't  even need to turn his eyes upon him to know that. He rolled his eyes. 

"You don't have to though," he muttered, dull, "I've got all the free times in the world, you don't get them very much."

"No," Hizashi assured, "please." 

Aizawa nodded, "Your call." He head out without saying another word with both his hands in the pocket of his pale black pants. Hizashi gazed his way through until Aizawa's out of his sight, then pulled his chair closer to Emi. 

"God, he don't deserve you, Emi," Hizashi muttered with his chin sticking to his folded hands on the edge of Emi's bed.