Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Ship: Erasermic
Words: 652
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When Shota Aizawa was first moved to class 2-A after being in a support course, he told himself he wouldn't bother making friends. So when a rather loud blond and blue haired kid tried to talk to him during their lunch break; he just got up and walked away.
He later found out the names of the two boys, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada.
Yamada, Shota thought, What an annoying name.
From that point on Shota did his best to avoid him. Aizawa knew he had no real reason to dislike him, let alone hate him; he just did.
The blond never gave up on trying to befriend the boy. He made it his goal. Hizashi didn't know what about the grumpy boy fascinated him, he just wanted to see him smile. He's never seen Aizawa smile.
"Hey Aizawa!" Hizashi yelled across the street. He didn't expect to see his grumpy classmate on their day off.
Shota turned his head to look at the blond with an annoyed expression. Aizawa wore a grey T-shirt with a black zip up hoodie over top. His jeans were wore with age and ripped. Dirt and grass stained the denim. His convers were just as dirty if not more. He held his dirty old bike.
Hizashi looked both ways before starting across the street, to join Aizawa.
As Yamada got closer he could see Aizawa's face better through his wavy black hair that fell in his face. His blank eyes stared up at him with annoyance. A few cuts and bruises covered his hands, knees, and jaw line.
Hizashi wore a band T-shirt and light blue jeans, his red sneakers that were clearly new.
"Hey!" Aizawa scowled when the blond started talking, "I was gonna hang out with Shirakumo today, but he wanted to hang out with Nemuri, his girlfriend. You wanna to hang out?"
"Uhh-" Shota started, but was then interrupted by a woman on the porch in the house infront of them.
"Shota! Go hang out with your friend!" The woman, Hizashi assumed was Aizawa's mother slurred, clearly tipsy.
Shota rolled his eyes turning back to Yamada.
"Fine." He said dropping his bike in his front yard before walking with Hizashi.
Aizawa didn't really know where they were going, he just followed his eccentric classmate.
The black haired boy stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted something in the corner of his eye. Hizashi, confused, turned to see what caught the others attention.
A small grey street can strolled out of the alley way. Yamada looked up at Aizawa's face, and his heart just about exploded. A small barley present smile rested on his face. His eyes wide with excitement.
The black haired boy kneeled down infront of the feline. He brought one hand up to his cheek, pushing his hair behind his ear to see better. Shota lifted his other hand, encouraging the cat to come closer.
Slowly the cat walked up to Aizawa, nudging his finger. Shota turned to face Hizashi. Yamada felt his heart swell as he looked at the black haired boy's bright grin.
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The two sat on a half wall at a random playground. Red slushies froze their hands as the sun began to set. Light friendly conversation floated between the two teens.
Shota looked over to the blond, frowning for a short second as he realized; the blond wasn't as annoying as he thought he was.
The two has been hanging out for the past five hours and not once has he thought about going home.
Not even twenty minutes later the agreed to both head their separate ways home. As Aizawa left he felt no hatred, no relief to finally be away from him. He just felt fuzzy and warm inside, yet a little sad that their day was over.
Maybe Hizashi Yamada wasn't so bad.
