Seven Bridges Road: An Erasermic Fanfic

Part One: Loss

Chapter One

Hizashi Yamada took off his glasses and sat them on the desk next to his computer, leaning forward to rub his eyes and trying hard to suppress a yawn. He glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight and he was nowhere near done. He reached up and pulled his long hair out of the bun he had put it in after his shower earlier, feeling the tension release as it fell down his shoulders. He reached up with both hands and scratched his head aggressively, hoping the action would help to wake him up.

Behind him, from deeper within the apartment, he heard a door creak and he winced, wondering if he had been too loud. He wasn't always super aware of how much noise he was making or how loud he was being. This was a byproduct of his voice quirk which had somewhat dulled his ability to perceive loudness but had strengthened his sensitivity to more subtle sounds, like the sound of Shouta's soft footsteps as they approached.

"Sorry," He said. "I didn't wake you, did I"

"No, just being my insomniac self." Shouta said as he walked up behind Hizashi's chair and laced his fingers into his hair, gently massaging his scalp and eliciting a little groan of pleasure from his husband. "It's nearly midnight, Zashi, you need to sleep. You have first period with the third years in the morning."

"You're one to talk." Hizashi leaned back in his chair and looked up at his husband. Shouta looked like death, his eyes swollen and red from lack of sleep and overuse of his quirk. "That hummer I gave you earlier didn't help?"

Shouta frowned, "I hate it when you call it that."

Hizashi smiled, "I know!"

Hizashi's powerful voice quirk had given him a secondary super power which was, arguably, more useful than anything else. He could hum deep in his chest, causing his diaphragm to literally vibrate, which could put infants and young children to sleep almost instantly. It also worked on his husband who had difficulty sleeping for more than twenty minutes at a time. But, because Hizashi had a fine-tuned, somewhat dirty sense of humor, he referred to this as a "Hummer" which was also an English slang for a really good blowjob.

"An actual hummer may have worked better."

"The nights still young!"

"No, it's not." Shouta draped his arms over Hizashi's shoulders and rested his chin on top of his husband's head. "How much more do you have to do?"

"I just need to input the set list into the time slots, but that's the post tedious, mind-numbing part." Hizashi rubbed his eyes again. He was tired of looking at the computer screen. "I have to fit in a patrol tomorrow evening before my radio show so I can't finish it tomorrow. Besides, traffic hates it if I wait till the last minute."

"Take advantage of your insomniac husband and let me do this. You go to bed." Shouta said as he walked around to stand beside his husband, picking up Hizashi's hand written set list and scanning it.

"You need to work in the morning too, Babe." Hizashi sighed, leaning forward again.

"Actually, I don't, remember?" Shouta said. "My class is doing that all day rescue training at the USJ with Thirteen and Cementos and I've been assigned a 10 to 4 patrol. So, I have a few extra hours in the morning."

"These damn extra patrols are going to be the death of us!" Hizashi said, annoyed. Over the past year strange creatures has been showing up in populated areas of major cities, during the times when civilian casualties would be maximized. Villains had been referring to them as Nomu, and it had become clear that they had been manufactured using the corpses of dead or missing villains, and in a few cases, the corpses of dead heroes. These Nomu were mindless creatures of destruction, with multiple quirks that had been mined from the dead using some unknown method. A Nomu that appeared last week was documented as having the quirk of a recently deceased hero.