Erasermic Oneshots For Your Mental State

Bandages

Yamada's POV

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"Ugh.. Shota.. Shota wake up." I said as I gently shook my husband awake. He pulled the blanket over his head and groaned. I chuckled at his refusal. "Shota come on. We have classes to teach." I sat up and smiled. I turned off the alarm clock and got out of bed. I put on my glasses and walked to the other side of the bed. I pulled the blanket off of Shota.
"Fine I'll get up just go do whatever it is that you do." He shooed. I chuckled and put on my hero costume. Shota's face was still buried in his fluffy pillow. "Shota! Get up!" I said again, pulling on his sleeve. He sat up and looked at me. He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. "What did I just say? Go!" He said, and kicked at my legs.
I walked out of the bedroom and lied on the floor outside the door. A few minutes later, He came out of the room, and then tripped on my foot. He landed on top of me and glared at me. "Why are you laying on the floor, Zashi?" Shota asked. I clenched my fist. "Getting rug burn on my hands because I forgot to put my gloves on-" I said, as I looked at my hands. Shota got off of me and grabbed my hand. "Ow- Owwww!" I said as Shota pulled me onto my feet. "Hizashi you're bleeding. Let's go to U.A. I'll fix your hands when we get there." Shota said as he dragged me outside and toward the school.
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In Aizawa's Classroom
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"Now I know that there's a first-aid kit in here somewhere. Just... Sit down on this stool." Shota said as he put a stool behind me. I sat down and Shota put another stool in front of me. "Here it is!" He yelled, and walked out of the small closet with a first-aid kit in his hand. He sat down on the empty stool and took one of my hands. Shota opened the first-aid kit and started wrapping up my hand.
Like thirty seconds later, all of his students came rushing in. It scared the shit out of me and I fell off the stool. It made Shota drop the gauze but he caught it quickly. "You idiot! It's just people!" He yelled. "Look who's talking!" I responded as I sat on the stool again. He rolled his eyes and started wrapping the gauze around my other hand. He looked from my hand to my face and I looked at him.
I smiled and he looked back at what he was doing, trying to hide his smile. I chuckled and he slapped me across the face with his free hand without looking. I heard one of his students wheezing in the background.