Erasermic: Do you love me?

Making tea

3rd person
Aizawa was sitting on his couch, papers scattered everywhere and a red pen in hand. He was quietly mumbling to himself wondering how some kids were so stupid.
"Aoyama How the hell did you even get that? I asked for an explanation of multiple quirk inheritance not this-" He groaned and threw the test down on the table rubbing his tired eyes. "I swear these kids are going to be the death of me." His eyes rolled lazily to the cat sitting on the single chair. The white cat meowed at him before jumping off and wondering out of the room.
"Thanks for listening." He called after the cat. Gruffly, he sat up and walked around the papers. A tea kettle sat on the stove waiting to be used. He filled it with water and set it on top of the burner, leaning back on the counter. His eyes slipped closed and head fell back onto the cupboard.

He was awaken by a loud binging in his pocket. Groggily he leaned upright and stretched. "Did I fall asleep standing?" He asked no one. The tea kettle was whistling loudly and Aizawa quickly turned off the burner.
There was another bing from his pocket but he continued to ignore it, not very happy to have been woken up. When he didn't respond again it started ringing. Growling, Aizawa whipped out his phone and looked to see who it was. 'Present Mic' Why is he calling so late? Aizawa thought to himself as he declined the call and placed the phone face up on the counter.
He grabbed a cup and a couple teabags when his phone binged again. He glanced over to see the word 'Emergency' before it started ringing again. Hastily he picked up the phone and answered.
"What's the emergency?" There was silence which caused Aizawa to tap the counter nervously though his face didn't change expression. "Yama-"
"The emergency is that you never reply to me!" The voice practically yelled through the phone. "What if I was dying? Or needed a quick getaway driver?" He asked in his fake 'I'm upset' voice. "Hm? What would I do then?"
"What, are you planning on robbing a bank?" There was slight amusement in his voice but it was mostly covered up by annoyance.
"That's not what I meant." Aizawa chuckled a bit.
"Sure it wasn't." He replied. "And besides, why call me in an emergency? I practically never have my phone on me."
"That's my point!" Mic yelled. Aizawa could imagine him flinging his hands out in exasperation.
"So, is there a point to this phone call or are you just calling to annoy me?"
"Actually as a matter of fact there is a point. Do you want to hear it?"
"Do I have a choice?" There was a quiet amused 'mmm' coming from the other side.
"Nope!" Mic finally said excitedly.
"What is i-" Aizawa cut himself off when boiling water dumped on his foot causing him to yell out and drop both the phone and kettle. The kettle, which he had grabbed absentmindedly while talking, bounce on the floor, pouring more boiling water out and the phone landed on the counter. "DAMN IT!" Aizawa clutched his burnt foot, tearing off the sock. He scooted back on one foot away from the growing puddle of hot water. Mic was yelling over the phone unsure of what was going on but Aizawa could care less.
His pant legs were hot to so he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped them off, cursing at himself. After that panic was done he took notice of Mic's yelling.
"I'M FINE!" Aizawa yelled at the phone, knowing that Mic would literally kick down his door if he thought something was wrong. The yelling from the phone stopped and Aizawa sighed, looking down at his bright red foot.
"Damn it.." He mumbled as he picked himself up and hobbled to his bathroom. Filling the tub partway with water he stuck his burning foot into the frigid water. "Idiot." Now his foot was burnt, his floor was covered in water AND he didn't have any tea. What a great night.

After he soaked his foot for awhile he eventually got out and wrapped it. It still hurt to put pressure on it and with no one around he didn't care if he limped. So, limping to his bedroom he slipped the rest of his day clothes off and pulled on a long, black shirt before heading back downstairs to clean up the mess.
His metal tea kettle laid on its side, dented but not broken. He grabbed a couple towels and placed them on the floor before picking up the kettle. He stared at it for a minute before deciding he didn't want tea anymore.
He finished cleaning up the mess before picking up his phone and plopping back into the pile of tests. He looked at his phone, checking the time. 10:47. 'Damn' he thought. 'I wanted to leave by ten for Hero Work.' He glanced at his wrapped foot, which was still swollen, and decided one night off wouldn't be the end of the world.
He glanced back at his phone, noticing all the texts and missed calls from Mic he had missed.
'Oops, forgot about him.' He clicked to open the messages.
Present Mic: (3 missed calls)
Present Mic: Why aren't you answering?
Present Mic: Are you Ok?
Present Mic: (missed call)
Present Mic: Can I come over?
Present Mic: I'm coming over.
Aizawa sat up at this last part, confused and a bit annoyed. Like hell he's letting him come over with his foot like this. He started typing quickly, about to tap send when another text came through.
Present Mic: I'm here.
Aizawa froze, his head whipping up at the knocking on the door.
"Come on! Open up, I'm worried about you!" Mic's voice pierced through the door, loud and clear. Aizawa found his voice and yelled back with no emotion.
"Go away!" There was a loud sigh of relief from the other side of the doorway then a click as it opened.
"I'm coming in!" 'Damn it, Why'd I have to give him a key?' Aizawa threw a blanket on top of his lap and glared at Mic and he stepped in.