Pizza Pizza ( an erasermic rewrite)

hello?

Sorry this chapter is really short ;-; my tummy hurts

"Hellooo, are you there?" Shota flashed back into reality "uh-h-hi?" he managed to mumble out. " You're that hot guy who delivered pizza here the other day" Shota was speechless. Not only did he remember shota ,but called him hot for the second time! "I am?' shota slipped out in astonishment trying to act like he hadn't been thinking about this guy since he saw him. "Yes!" The hot guy practically yelled in his face. "I'm Yamada '' he held out a hand towards Shota supposedly to shake it but when Shota reached his hand forward the boy yanked shota up onto his feet. "Yours?' he asked. Shota just stared at him in shock "what's your name?' he asked again. " Oh! Sorry, my name is Aizawa.''

Shota felt like he was about to fall over. His vision was fuzzy from the violent way he had been tugged up. Before his vision could go normal again he was once again being yanked by Yamada. As Yamada Dragged him through the hallway (away from the cat :(( ) Shota tuned back to what was happening. He looked up at the long lean arm grabbing his hand pulling him through the crowd of people towards the couch. Pulling him out of the crowd Yamada plopped down on one of the blue couches, patting a spot beside him Signaling for Shota to sit down. "Well ok" Shota thought to himself. He was glad Yamada was very forward, he didn't even have to think.

" Okayyy so, i'm sorry I kinda yanked you away from momo over there my legs are just killing me. And I really wanted to talk to you."Shota was taken aback by the flood of words that streamed out of yamadas mouth. "Also sorry for being so talky. I'm a lil drunk." He spoke out just as fast. "Yeah i can tell your uh face is um a little red" As shota spoke he found it hard to focus on his words. He didn't really feel safe around drunk people. They were unpredictable and sporadic and he just never knew what they were going to do next. "You want some?" Yamada held out a half full bottle of vodka in his other hand. Shota didn't even notice He was holding it. "Sure" Shota took the bottle of vodka from his hand and took a small sip from it. The taste was strong and pungent. It made shota scrunched his face up in disgust. "You don't like it huh?" Yamada asked him. "No, I don't really drink alcohol." Shota replied. "Really? Bad parents or something?" Yamada questioned, looking kind of concerned. " um yeah actually. How did you know?" Shota shota a chuckled as he spoke. " I don't know just the look in your eyes' ' Hizashi joked back. Shota didn't think he would warm up to someone so fast. But there was just something about the way Yamada spoke, a smile plastered on his face with every word. It might have just been the alcohol but he felt like Yamda had warmth radiating off him.

They talked for a while longer before Nemuri came over and scooted up right beside shota, draping herself over his shoulder. " Shoooo I drank a lil too much" Nemuri slurred out. "Yea i see that" shota remarked. She had immediately shifted Shota's mood. As much as he loved Nemuri he fucking hatted her when she was drunk. She just emulated what he didn't like about drunk people. She's all over the place flopping her body around and randomly slurring words out. " Is that your girlfriend?" Yamada whimpered, hiding a frown. Shota started into his soul with a disgusted face " What! Ewww no, no noway ew'' Shota spat out at him. Hizashi smiled again and took another swig out of the vodka bottle " That's good, I got a lil worried heh" He slurred out pulling the bottle away from his mouth. Shota chuckled nervously " what do you mean by that?". Yamada just swatted his hand " nothing, don't worry about it." . Shota took note of the circle of drools on his shoulder. I think i'm going to head out pretty soon, nems seems to be a little tired. " awweee ok " Yamada quietly said as a large frown spread across his face. Shota felt bad for leaving but he really didn't feel like carrying Nemuri to the car. " I had a really good time talking to you thanks for dragging me over here" Shota said to him with a smile. " No problemo Shota" Hizashi slurred out happily shooting finger guns Shotas way.

After shaking Nemuri awake, Shota drove her car back to her house, dropping her off and making sure she got herself to bed. He walked out of her house locking the door with the key Nemuri had gifted him. Shota dugg threw his pocket to see if he had any loose change for a bus home. As he searched he felt Something else in his pocket. He peered down at his hand holding a small folded piece of paper. Unfolding it he saw that it read.

ur cute! Here's my number ;)
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Yamada Hizashi

Shota's face turned bright red. When did Yamada even slip that in his pocket? He couldn't fathom how forward this guy wass. It was perfect. Shota had never been good at making the first move, or anymoves for that matter. He was awkward and clumsy. Even if Shota did make the first move it would somehow go horribly wrong and have the complete opposite effect. "This is such a good day" shota quietly said to himself pumping his fist in the air.

Shota hopped off the bus and walked down the street towards his apartment. The night was quiet in the secluded corner of the city. All shota could hear were the cicadas buzzing in the trees. Everything had felt peaceful since he been flattered by that small piece of paper. He heard his shoes taping against the pavement as he walked up to the front door of the building to type in the code. The warmth surrounded him as he entered the building. "Damn" The elevator was still broken. A long treacherous walk up the stairs brought him to his apartment.

He sighed as he took his shoes off and dropped his keys on the entrance table. A small White cat Walked over to rub against shota's legs. "Hi sushi (2.0) , how are you" Shota lovingly greeted the cat as it meowed at him. "Looks like your food bowl is a bit empty huh?" Shota walked down the short hallway to the kitchen and grabbed the bag of cat food. He poured out food into the empty bowl and re-filled the water. " Goodnight pretty kitty" He said before kissing the cat on the head and walking down the hallway to his room. The peacefulness he had fe;t earlier faded with the realization he had to actually text Yamada. He pulled out the note from his pocket wan walked towards his bed.

Shota flopped on his bed face first grunting into the pillow. In one hand he held his phone and the other the note Yamada had slipped in his pocket. He lifted his head up looking at the note again. It felt like he had read it a thousand times by now. Unlocking his phone he opened his contacts and clicked the "add new" button. He didn't even need to look at the note, the numbers had been burned into his cornea from the amount of time he spent staring at the note. "Hizashi" The contact started with him. He wanted so bad to text him, see if he's ok after all that drinking. He was probably sleeping though. But what if he wasn't? Shotas head went back and forth contemplating whether he should text him or not. He was going to have to be the "Big guy" and text him first since He hadn't given Yamada his number.' Uhhhhhggg" Shota whined into his pillow a frown across his face. "I can do this, I'm a grown ass man!" Shota said loudly trying to encourage himself.

His shaky thumbs slowly pressed against the screen. He typed one word then through his phone to the other side of his bed. He shoved his head as far down into the pillow as he possibly could. It had been about twenty minutes since he had sent the text. "I think he is asleep," Shota thought to himself. It made sense with the amount of alcohol he consumed that he should be sleeping right now. Shota sat up and reached over to the other side of his bed grabbing his phone. He opened twitter and started to scroll. His feed was only cats, video after video. He loved it, like his own personal cat heaven. In the middle of one of the cat videos shota's phone started to vibrate. The name Hizashi Yamada showed up in bold letters on his screen. Not even a text!? Hizashi had decided to call him. Shota didn't know what to do. He just stared at his phone, at the little green button in the corner, at the name on the top of the screen. He wacked himself in the head "Man!" He yelled the word to himself. His thumb hovered over the button for the longest couple seconds of his life before it moved to finally press it. A soft voice came from the phone "hello?"