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A Quiet Interlude

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (BNHA)

Prompt: food delivery

Ship: Erasermic (Aizawa Shōta/Yamada Hizashi)

Summary: Hizashi brings Shōta some food during a break in the UA Sports Festival action.

Author's Notes: How are we feeling, Erasermics... We're only four episodes into the new season so far, and we are being SO WELL FED. This one-shot was originally written a few months ago, but it was just chilling in my drafts until now. After the most recent episode, though, I figured we could all use a bit of Erasermic fluff, so here this is. If y'all remember the sports festival arc when Hizashi asked Shōta to grab lunch with him and was "rejected," this is what I imagine happened behind the scenes. This is my first work for this fandom, so I hope it does these two justice!

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Aizawa Shōta was roused from sleep by a gentle but firm shake of his shoulder.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty."

Shōta groaned and cracked one eye open to see Yamada Hizashi crouched down in front of him and grinning his Present Mic smile. Shōta shut his eyes and muttered, "The hour break isn't up yet, so you better have a good reason for waking me up."

"'Course I do! I brought food!"

Shōta opened one eye again and peered up at him suspiciously. "Oyakodon?"

"You know it!"

Shōta sat up, still in his sleeping bag, and squinted sleepily up at Hizashi, who was now standing and bustling around, doing only the gods knew what. Soon enough, though, he was back, settling down to sit next to Shōta on the floor, leaning against the wall and letting his long legs sprawl out in front of him. Shōta watched him unpack the food and listened to him hum to himself. It wasn't until Hizashi poked him in the side that Shōta realized he'd dozed off again.

"Are you going to need help with yours?" Hizashi asked as he picked at his unadon with his chopsticks.

(Shōta would deny it if anyone ever tried to call him out on it, but when Hizashi used his real voice with him, rather than the loud over-the-top exuberance of Present Mic, a wave of affection always swept through him. It was precisely that quieter (okay, less loud), almost self-conscious expression of his authentic self that had made Shōta realize he was falling for Hizashi in the first place, not his hero persona, even if that was an authentic expression, too. It was just...different. Present Mic and Yamada Hizashi were two different people. And Shōta had married Hizashi, not Mic. So sue him if he was a bit partial to getting to see his husband under the exaggerated sheen of Present Mic.)

"...maybe," Shōta said gruffly. He hated not being able to do basic tasks by himself, but both his arms were in casts, after all.

Hizashi hummed in understanding. They sat in relative silence for a while, Shōta floating in and out of consciousness as Hizashi ate. When he opened his eyes again, Hizashi had scooted closer so that their legs were brushing and was holding Shōta's bowl of oyakodon in one hand and fresh chopsticks with another, looking at him with such soft eyes that Shōta had to look away.

"You ready?"

Shōta grunted in affirmation.

"Okay! Open wide, here comes the train!"

Annnnnnd just like that, Present Mic was back.

Shōta glared at him. "Mic."

Hizashi grinned, unrepentant. "Come on, Shō-chan! Aren't you hungry?"

"Don't call me that."

"Don't be like that, baby. Now, open wide and let the train into the station!"

"I would rather starve to death."

Hizashi's grin grew wider. "That's not very logical."

"Talk to me like a normal human being and I might reconsider."

Hizashi pouted. All the same, he held out the loaded chopsticks without any further comment, and Shōta opened his mouth around his bandages to receive the food.

Silence didn't settle over them as Hizashi fed him; this was Hizashi, after all. Instead, Hizashi talked animatedly about whatever came to mind, from his adventures while grabbing their food, to his predictions for the rest of the sports festival and who he wanted to win — "You're being extremely unprofessional by taking sides," Shōta grumbled — and his opinions of different students' fighting styles with respect to their Quirks.

Once Shōta had eaten everything that he could eat, Hizashi stood and bent down to kiss him on his bandaged forehead. "Okay, now you can sleep, love. I'll wake you up when break is over."

Shōta sighed and closed his eyes. He heard Hizashi throw out their trash and move towards the door to leave the announcers' box. As the door opened, Shōta said, just loud enough to be heard,

"Yamada."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Hizashi smiled softly. "Of course, baby."

But Shōta was already asleep.