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

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Emi lifted Shota's arm, wrapping it around her shoulder as she leads him in. Aizawa was limping. Turns out climbing up to the third floor after being shot wasn't a great idea. Emi had to slow down to synchronize their steps. She even took a short break in between despite the living room being not so far away. 

"Who did this to you?" she asked as they reach the couch. She bends down, helping Shota lay there-feeling guilty knowing it isn't the most comfortable place out there but thought it'll be too hard for him to walk all the way to her room.

And of course, Shota didn't reply. The loss of blood made him nauseous, he can hardly stay conscious.

Shota flinched at a sudden hiss from his torso causing him to almost sat up. Emi's eyes widen. She pulled up the tip of his hoodie cautiously to take a look.

"A-are you sure you want me to do this? This might need some stitches," she stuttered-tracing a cold finger around the deep scratch.

"Emi, this is not the time to think twice," he whispered heavily.

Her hands were shaking for a moment before she clenched them together then sighed assuringly telling herself it's now or never and everything will be alright. Shota was half-conscious for the most part that he can hardly feel the needle and when he did, he can manage. After some time, Emi gently wrapped some bandages around his waist. "That should do for now, though I think you should go check to the hospital if I did that right," Emi uttered as she walked away to her room to grab something.

Shota tried to sit up but instantly regret at the hissing pain from his torso. Emi noticed the view so she speeds up her legs towards him, helping Shota sit up.

"This might sting but I think you should change," Emi placed a light blue short-sleeved shirt on the table, "It's old but it's the only thing I have that might suit you," she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.

He slowly took his blood-washed black hoodie off before unlocking the buttons of the shirt. Emi looked away as she felt her cheeks burning. "Hosu General Hospital," Shota muttered as he read the logo printed on the shirt.

"It was my dad's," Emi uttered softly.

"Is...this?," Shota muttered at a memory, then sighed. "You don't need to," his eyes turned soft. 

"I know, I know," Emi replied immediately, a smile on her face.

...

The two young heroes were standing up the rooftop waiting for anyone suspicious that might be Blackblood-a villain-to come out of a bar. It was dark, 2 in the morning and the city wasn't so busy at the time.

It was an important mission they were assigned to, but Emi Fukukado was trying her best not to fall asleep. She yelled, "This is taking forever!" eventually lying on the concrete.

Aizawa who was on his stance looked down at her and rolled his eyes.

"I can't believe Dakara-san paired us up for such an important mission," Shota boringly muttered, "how am I supposed to associate with you?"

"Harsh," Emi uttered before lying on the concrete with her bag as a pillow. The joke hero immediately sat up as a thought pops in her mind. Her eyes widen as she wandered through her bag, then sighed in defeat. She lost the shirt somewhere, might've even left it in the villain's base. She knew it wasn't a great idea to bring something so important along in a mission, but that thing made her so comfortable that she thought she should.

"What's up?" she heard Aizawa said as he made his way towards the seafoam-haired hero, slightly concerned. "Nothing important," she uttered, sighing as she lied back.

After that Emi was rather quiet. It was quite comforting but it wasn't usual, making Aizawa felt sick to his chest. "Come on, what's wrong?" he uttered.

Emi stayed quiet causing Aizawa to sigh. He took the seat beside her, loosing his focus off the mission but thought it'd be alright to.

Emi stood up, watching the bar from above. Aizawa sighed, why are women so hard to understand? He didn't get paid enough for this.

"Alright then, I'll just go down and check it for myself, you got a lot more screen time than I do after the previous mission, there's a chance he won't recognize me," Aizawa uttered, forming a stance. His fingers holding his capture weapon ready to toss it at any time. Emi hummed. "Also, I'll leave my bag here," he continued, "bring it in case I don't make it back soon enough. Your weird shirt's in it but don't you dare leave my things behind."

Emi's eyes widen. Shirt? Now that she think of it, she did ask Aizawa to keep it. "It's with you?' Emi uttered excited, speed-walking towards the raven-haired hero. "Yes?" Aizawa uttered, "Don't tell me that's what getting you so worked out?"

Emi grinned, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. She took the shirt from Aizawa's bag and casually tossed the bag to the ground. Aizawa rolled his eyes but let it pass. The seafoam-haired hero hugged the shirt and so the familiar scent went through her senses, making her comfortable.

"What is that supposed to be?" Aizawa uttered, "Your true love's shirt?"

"No way! It's my dad's," Emi uttered, "it'd be your shirt if that's the case." She giggled teasingly. Aizawa rolled his eyes before jumping off the rooftop, tossing his capture weapon at a pillar for support, "Whatever."

...

She didn't know why, but seeing Aizawa wearing it made her smile, she didn't realize she was staring. It's a white-colored shirt, knowing it being important for Emi, he was hesitant that he might stain it with blood. "Are you sure about this?" he muttered.

"Would you rather wear mine?" Emi teased, picturing Aizawa in one of her clothes. "No, thank you," Aizawa uttered, Emi giggled.

"Alright then, you shouldn't move around with that yet or it'll open up," Emi uttered, "You can take my bed for the night since-"

"Nevermind, I'll just stay here," Aizawa uttered, "thank you."

"Um...okay then," she muttered.