EraserMic Oneshots (HIATUS)

"I love you too."

The house was silent. Not an eerie, frightening silence. It was more like a calm, peaceful silence. A silence that kept you awake and energized rather than tired. Aizawa sat at on the couch, bent over some tests on the coffee table that he needed to correct. He squinted his  eyes at the papers. It was late, and he had plenty of time to correct the papers, but it was taking a lot longer than what he'd hoped for. His cat, with thick black fur and a bright pink nose was curled up in his lap, purring just loud enough to hear it.
Aizawa picked up his cup of coffee and took a small sip, then rubbed his eyes.
"I swear Denki didn't even study.." He mutters to himself and marks a total score, then set the paper aside to the stack. There were only two tests left, and he had work in the morning.
  He took a glimpse at the clock in the kitchen and sighed dryly before he scooped his hands under his cat, hearing it let out a muffled 'meow', and stood on his feet. He winced a little and bent his knees some, his legs were numb and aching from sitting down for so long. He made his was to his bedroom and set his cat at the edge of the bed before slipping his jeans off and sliding underneath the covers with a relaxed sigh. He took a glimpse at his phone and went to pick it up before the front door swung open. Aizawa sat straight up, his heart racing and a pit in his stomach grew. His hair was a little ruffled and he could see the glow of his red eyes against the wall.
"Aizawaaa~!" A voice called.
Aizawa let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, letting his body collapse against the bed once more.
  "I'm in here." He called out a little and curled back under the sheets. Within moments, Hizashi was in his room. He started talking, but Aizawa wasn't listening until he glanced over to the edge of the bed and saw the purple ring around Hizashi's eye.
Hizashi stopped talking, feeling his throat the a hook was holding his vocal chords. He looked at Aizawa, immediately growing nervous.
Finally, he could speak again.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll just go. I'll see you tomorrow Er-" Hizashi scrambled to speak, smiling nervously as he stood and made his way to the door. He didn't even remember the black eye on his face. He didn't have time to remember.
"Mic just come here." Aizawa said softly and rubbed his eyes.
Hizashi paused before he walked back to the edge of the bed, sitting down hesitantly.
Aizawa placed his palm against Hizashi's cheek, rubbing his thumb up near his black eye.
"Did you get into a fight? How did this happen?" Aizawa asked, still studying his face.
  Hizashi paused and shook his head a little.
"I did it myself as I left my classroom. The door literally hit me on the way out." Hizashi joked and smiled a little, looking down at his hands.
Aizawa let the corners of his mouth curve into a small smile before he planted his lips over the worst part of his black eye.
  Hizashi smiled and breathed in, his face turning deep red.
"So, why were you showing up at my house at 2:30 in the morning?" Aizawa asked after a moment and let his hand fall from Hizashi's face.
Hizashi blinked, trying to hide his blushing face.
"I-uh.. I was going to tell you some stories about today but I really just wanted to stay at your house. My house is too quiet." Hizashi said and ran his fingers through the cat's fur, listening to it purr louder.
  Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around Hizashi, pulling him close to his body.
  "You're so cute." Aizawa smiled and kissed his forehead gently. Hizashi covered his face and smiled, listening to Aizawa taunt him while he played with his hair.

Soon enough, Aizawa had fallen asleep with his head resting against Hizashi's chest, listening to the thumps of his heart.
Hizashi smiled and curled Aizawa's thick black hair through his fingers, slowly drifting off to sleep himself.
Before he closed his eyes, he kissed Aizawa's forehead and wrapped around him close.
"I love you." He said and smiled as he closed his eyes, hearing Aizawa muffle; "I love you too." Before he was back to sleep.