In The End: We All Are The Same // Erasermic

Chapter 7. Foolin' (ft. Def Leppard)

The smoke of the cigarette in his fingers, the sun shining through the yellowish glasses…lips without any movement, his face without any expression. The music coming from the car, the roaring sound from the engine that played over the singer’s rough voice.
“You want me to drive you to the teachers’ dormitory?”, Hizashi asked, looking through the right front window of his Mustang, over to Aizawa sitting on the black and blue engine hood.
“Would make sense, I got class tomorrow.”, he mumbled and snapped the ashes off the cigarette, letting the smoke exist his lungs.
“I mean I could take you with me for quite some time, I recently found a box with old photographs?”, the blond proposed, grinning at his friend.
“Sounds fine, I could use some distraction, after all it freaks me out what Mirio said about Endeavor’s plans…I wonder how this is going to end.”
“Hopefully this won’t start another war, we really have other things to do than causing chaos in society.”

“True shit.”, Aizawa replied and threw the cigarette away, stepping on it to put it out, “the students have just finished their Work-Study, no need to try and kill them again.”
Hizashi chuckled over the answer.
“You treat them like they are made of glass?”
“Just taking things seriously, in the end…we all are the same, children with the wish to achieve our own personal needs and wishes, no matter what they are. They could be peaceful, to forgive…but they could also be to take revenge. Whatever they may be, we have gotten used to fulfill them with war.”
“You’re such a melancholic!”, Hizashi joked and slammed his hands on the dashboard next to the steering wheel.
“Zch, I’m a hero, that’s my job.”, Aizawa replied, giving him only a split second of the edge of his lips twitching upwards, before they fell back into monotony.

“Come on now you Emo, I don’t want to let my engine run dry another 5 minutes, she’s an old lady! Get in the car and let’s also stop by some food place.”
“Food? Its 11am, I’m not even hungry.”, Aizawa uttered and put on the seatbelt.
“Well I am you crazy dietitian, I gotta eat something.”
“Fine, it’s not my money you spend.”
“You would be a terrible date..?”, Hizashi said, giving him an unconvinced look.
“See? I told you. But wait, you sure you wanna go out all dressed in hero costumes?”
“Why not, draws some attention.”
“That’s why I said it, I’m not really out for people trying to take pictures.”
“Okay final statement, you would be a terrible date and an even worse celebrity.”, the blond argued and pushed down on the gas pedal, drifting off the parking lot, back onto the road.

“Sure I am, now decide where you wanna go eat.”
“How about we just park somewhere and walk into the city?”, Mic proposed.
“Uh….fine…”, was all he got as an answer, “Jesus why am I even wasting my time on this.”
“Because we always spent time together like, on a regular basis.”
Aizawa rolled his eyes.
With an absurd volume of music coming from the speakers, blasting out ‘All Along The Watchtower’, the car raced through the streets into the city center.
Crowded pedestrian zones and shops. The smell of fresh food and sweet goods, colorful lights everywhere. But even the brightest red and purple signs were washed out by the even brighter sun.
Aizawa closed his eyes, because although he was wearing the sunglasses, the sun was still making him furious.
“You should really get ya eyes checked man!”, Hizashi shouted over the music, traffic noise and the roaring of his own car.
“No thanks, I don’t like doctors-.”, the raven-haired replied, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“No wonder.”

After another 15 minutes of consistent parking lot search, they had finally parked in an underground parking house.
Their voices echoed through the halls.
“Don’t-.”, Aizawa warned the blond, but Hizashi had already tested out the echo and how far his voice would reach if he screamed across the entire lowest floor, “oh gosh…”
He held his hands to his ears and walked out, dragging Hizashi with him.
“Alright, still not hungry?”, said man asked.
“Nope, but if we stop by a shop Imma get myself some salty licorice.”
“What? SALTY licorice? What kind of psychopath are you?”
“One.”, Aizawa muttered and pushed the doors to a small convenience store open.