Erasermic Oneshots For Your Mental State

Lollipop - Present EraserMic - Fluff ish

Aizawa's POV:

I was teaching my class for once when I heard an obnoxious loud blonde burst into the room.

"SHOTAAAAA!!"

I winced at the sudden outburst. "Sorry, Sho." He chuckled. I glared at him angrily.

"I'm a bit busy, if you hadn't noticed." I said, putting the white piece of chalk I'd been holding down. "Kayama bought me a big bag of lollipops and there's this really good flavor and I want you to try it." He muttered. I gave him a weird look.

"Why- nevermind. The answer is no." I said, grabbing the piece of chalk again and beginning to write on the chalkboard again. "But Shota, I really think you'd like it!" He basically whined.

"I said no." I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him. "Please Shota?" He begged. I sighed at his childish play.

"No Mic, the answer is no." I replied. He huffed and I turned back to the board, writing again. A couple seconds later, I heard Mic sigh and then he cupped my face and turned my head toward him. "What are you-"

I was interrupted by him shoving a lollipop into my mouth. "There, do you like it?" He asked. I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth and started laughing lowly. He looked at me, confused, along with my class.

"You really are a himbo, you know." I said, laughing a bit. "I am not!" He responded, clearly not knowing what the word himbo means. I sighed and smiled at him.

I took a a couple steps closer to him, our faces now inches apart. I cupped his face and put the lollipop in his mouth. "You know this has your saliva on it, so we're technically making o-" I interrupted him by kicking his leg. "Being called a himbo means you're considered attractive but stupid." I said, looking up into his beautiful green eyes.

A dark shade of pink brushed his face. "You- you think I'm attractive-?" He muttered quietly to me. "No shit, now get out of my classroom." I demanded, and his blush only got darker.

I scoffed and pushed him out of the classroom before I took the lollipop back and put it back in my mouth. "Go do your job." I said before I slammed the door in his face. I walked back to the chalkboard and turned to face my class. They were all giving me weird looks, like I was crazy or something.

I ignored their judging stares and continued teaching my class as I wrote on the board. "So that's what the-"