EraserMic One-Shots (Angst/Fluff/Different AU's)

Chapter 9: Massages? [dunno what to call this]

Author's note: I don't like this one-shot as much as the others, slightly cringey, read at your own risk. 😅

Aizawa groaned slightly. God, he couldn't believe how tense his body was, but what a relief it was to feel all that tension go.
"Hizashi, that was on point." He smiled slightly, clearly enjoying his free massage from his boyfriend.
"I know Sho… I just don't know how on earth you ended up like this?!" Present Mic replied, digging his palms into the grooves of Aizawa's shoulders. Aizawa groaned again.
"Isn't it obvious?" He mumbled half asleep. "Class 1A has had me tense for months on end. I have grown more grey hair than ever now…"
Mic smiled softly. "So you do care about them…"
Aizawa's face changed in a flash. Now, he seemed grumpy and annoyed rather than relaxed. He sat up straight, disturbing Yamada.
"No. I care for them as any teacher would. I do not care for them in the way you suggest." Aizawa scoffed. Yamada was being a pain in the ass right now and had ruined Aizawa's one happy moment.
"Sorry Sho… Sorry…" Yamada whispered instantly, running his hands through the upset adults' hair. Aizawa stiffened trying not to give in to his manipulative lover. Yamada knew Aizawa very well and he knew that Aizawa was lying because he was embarrassed by it or he was just being thick. So he knew how to get him to tell.
"It's just… you know… you seem so close with them and you care about them… not wanting them to fail…" Yamada said. And then he continued to point out every detail of how much Aizawa cared for his students. Aizawa knew Yamada could be trusted, sometimes, so he gave in.
"Fine, fine. Yes, I do care for class 1A"  he responded with a scowl. Though his scowl disappeared into a grin as Yamada started to peck his cheek non-stop.
"Heh, stop it Hizashi!" Aizawa said, grinning widely.
Mic gasped sarcastically, "My my, Shota Aizawa Smiling? And Laughing? It's my lucky day." Yamada then nuzzled the slightly caught off-guard Hero. Gently Hizashi kissed Aizawa's neck and shoulder, making the strict hero blush ever so slightly. Aizawa smiled.
"Oh Hizashi… why do I love you so damn much." 
Mic sat up and started the massage 3again, "Because I am a blonde loving idiot" He purred and gently pulled Aizawa into a lying down position so Aizawa's head was cradled in Hizashi's lap. Yamada squeezed Aizawa arms and proceeded to knead his tense shoulders, refusing to give up.
Aizawa shut his eyes for a while till he felt Yamada's breath on his face. His eyes shot open, flicking upwards to face his boyfriend. Yamada leaned over Aizawa and Aizawa pulled himself closer to DJ grabbing the collar of his shirt for support but just as their lips were going to connect they heard a creaking sound. They shot up straight now completely aware of their surroundings. Aizawa's blood boiled, who on earth could it possibly be now? And why? He stomped to the door and flung it open to find Nemuri Kayama leaning against the opposing wall.
"My my I never thought you would be the one breaking the rules~" She grinned mischievously.
Aizawa growled, "YOU." He was about to show the R-Rated hero intrusion of privacy but she held up a finger.
"But but but!" She smirked. "You wouldn't want me telling Nezu about your affair with another teacher… or anyone else for a matter of fact…" Aizawa froze. He glared dagger at the woman. He was ready to commit murder.
"See… good boy…" She licked her lips. "Now if you tell me everything about this affair. I'll let you off" she walked up to Aizawa and tousled his hair like he was four.
Aizawa grumbled a few rude words and trudged towards the room Yamada stood in.
"Here. Now sit." He said closing the door and locking it this time.
Nemuri sat down, eyes glimmering like a champion.
"Go on. Spill."
Yamada looked to Aizawa unsure what was happening. Aizawa pinched his nose.
"4 months. 4 months the affair has been going on…" He muttered only glancing up to see Yamada surprised by this.
"Oooo! And have you-" Nemuri was cut off.
Yamada interrupted her before it could get too deep. "Nemi, please don't."
She smiled genuinely, "of course… You two would have always kept this quiet. I am just glad you are happy with one another." And with that, almost as soon as she had come into the room she was leaving again.
"I won't tell, I promise… I just wanted to see how far you would go.." she beamed and waved her hand before disappearing.
Aizawa heard Mic exhale loudly, and looked up Yamada had flopped into a chair. Aizawa walked over.
"She was always going to find out… Just be glad it isn't a student." Aizawa said.
Yamada wrapped himself around Aizawa.
"Mm… yes I know I was more worried about finding you standing over her body with a knife…" He joked.
"Though I didn't… regrettably." Aizawa replied grimly.
"Right let's finish this massage." Yamada grinned.
The two decided it would be best to continue in Aizawa's dorm. Almost as soon as they arrived Aizawa flopped onto his bed sighing with pleasure. Yamada practically jumped on Aizawa and Aizawa winced.
"AGH YAMADA." He hissed.
"Shhh…" Yamada said as he sat comfortably on Aizawa's legs. He leaned over to light a candle. The curtains were shut to avoid discomfort as Aizawa hated the sunlight in the afternoon that blinded him.
Yamada smiled and started carefully rubbing Aizawa's shoulder blades and back. Aizawa sighed. Then he went limp, Yamada looked up alarmed. He couldn't hear Aizawa breathing… then before he could do anything he heard very gentle snoring. He chuckled as Aizawas' snoring seemed very cutesy rather than how it should. He continued his massage as Aizawa slept…
Eventually the next day at lunch break he saw Aizawa stretching as he walked into the staff lounge.
"Wow Yamada. I don't know what you did yesterday. I feel great." He made a face as he stretched out his back and arms.
"There's no tense muscles left in my body." He looked up to Mic.
Mic could only beam at Aizawa.