EraserMic Oneshots (HIATUS)

S E X ! ?

God if you don't get the vine reference I'll kick you in the jaw.

OKAY WE GO,

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Aizawa and Hizashi patrolled the streets. It was a hot weekend, the air was heavy and humid. They walked side by side, both fanning themselves. They had been hired to patrol about a festival that was going in downtown that would last only a few more hours. It had been hot and stressful all day, dealing with drunks and people getting into random fights. Aizawa and Hizashi both had a few bruises and cuts from people who been fighting back. Aizawa was angry and tired, and Hizashi knew that. He didn't spend too much time talking to Aizawa, afraid he would get angry. The two had only recently started dating, and the relationship was stiffer than an old mattress. They talked and shared small kisses, or holding hands for a few minutes, but other than that they didn't get too touchy or even stay at one another's houses. But, they both loved each other insanely. Hizashi was the only one who knew how to express his feelings, but he had way more anxiety than Aizawa had, so he didn't really talk about it. It was almost straining. They were like awkward teenagers around one another, too afraid to even share glances though they'd been friends for 15 years.

Hizashi looked over at Aizawa, who was holding his cheek in pain. He paused and pulled out his phone, texting about an emergency calling. They'd only have to work for two more hours, unless Hizashi could pull the job out from under their feet and free up the rest of their night.
The man who'd hired the two said he'd only pay them for the time they did, which was plenty of time.
He touched Aizawa's shoulder, expecting a glare. Instead he held a tired gaze.
"I got us off. We can go home now." Hizashi said softly. Aizawa's shoulders slumped with relaxation, though he didn't want to leave Hizashi.
"Then let's get out of here, please." Aizawa said and held his breath, wanting to hold Hizashi's hand as they rerouted and went downtown. They started to walk next to one another, and Hizashi cracked a small joke that lightened the mood. It was all up until they got to the end of the street.
"I'll see you later, Sho." Hizashi said softly and Aizawa paused, turning his head. He wanted to say something but instead he just nodded.
"Bye, 'Zashi." He said quietly. He had at least got a hug and a kiss goodbye before he was off into the night alone. He thought maybe he'd go to the bar and drink his thoughts away.
He walked along the sidewalk silently, keeping his head down as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The night chased him as it grew darker and the festival ended. He started to regret asking Hizashi out. Not because he didn't love Hizashi, but because he felt lonelier than what he felt before asking Hizashi out, like he was forcing Hizashi into a relationship. He sighed and paused, thinking something he wish he hadn't been thinking so soon. Maybe he should break up with Hizashi. He sighed and thought hard before his monitor went off. He decided that he'd out in another rescue before the bar.
Though the rescue would be lean more into benefiting him in the long run.

Hizashi lay awake in his apartment, looking up at the ceiling as he rested on the couch. He listened to the news, his emotions rolling up and down. Aizawa was all that was on his mind. He wanted to see him again, and started to feel needy at that. He wasn't surprised when he got a text from Aizawa, thinking it would be a goodnight text. Instead, the text read "I'm coming over." With no context. He felt anxiety growing in his stomach and he looked around his apartment. Of course Aizawa had seen it dirty before, but he didn't want that anymore. He threw himself around the living room, kitchen and his bedroom, trying his best to clean the rooms.
He breathed heavily, his anxiety worsening even though he was cleaning. He swept and vacuumed the floor. He did the dishes and cleaned the surfaces. He picked up dirty clothes and miscellaneous papers that lay around his home crafted DJ station. He was racing to clean his house. That was until he got a call from the local police department.

"Hello, Present Mic, pro hero here!" He gushed even though he wanted to stop breathing.
"Hizashi, is Shōta Aizawa with you?" A familiar voice asked over the phone, an officer that worked with them often.
"Ah, no." Hizashi said, but was cut off by a worried sigh before he could speak.
"On his way home, he was attacked by a small group of low time thugs." The officer said, pausing slightly.
"He was only hit with one quirk, one he claims was harmless, but the side effects of this 'pollen,plant type quirk' are very..." The officer led off in embarrassment.
"Well- I mean," He tried to find the words to say.
"He's going to have certain needs, for awhile, maybe the night, unless his needs are satisfied." He said, very broadly, but Hizashi had a feeling he knew what he was saying.
"I'll go find him, don't worry." Hizashi said reassuringly. The officer sighed with relief and said goodbye before hanging up.
Then, a wave of anxiety crashed on to him and Hizashi groaned loudly, feeling his quirk sting his throat, trying to escape as he plopped back onto the couch. Hizashi looked around, his face red and his heart pounding. The house was clean, and now Aizawa was coming over and Hizashi didn't exactly know what was going to happen. He went back to cleaning and put on a movie to make it seem like he'd been doing nothing, and made a quick sandwich. He started to worry about where Aizawa was, but as soon as Hizashi pulled out his phone to text Aizawa, there was a knock at the door, and then Shōta stepped inside. Hizashi stood from the couch.
"Are you alright Shōta?" Hizashi asked as he walked to his side after setting his half eaten sandwich on the table.
Aizawa didn't make eye contact and shook his head.
"It's hot and I want to sleep." Aizawa sighed and latched onto Hizashi.
He really was hot, and his body trembled ever so faintly.
"I heard what happened from the police. What about the quirk?" Hizashi asked softly. Aizawa shrugged and sighed softly.
"It's supposed to start getting worse soon, so I came here as soon as possible." Aizawa said and rested his head on Hizashi's shoulder as Hizashi picked him up and helped him wrap his legs around Hizashi's waist.
"Take a nap on the couch, I'll be here when you wake up." Hizashi said softly and Aizawa paused for a minute before he finally gave up his pride.
  "Can you lay with me?" Aizawa asked quietly, not looking up. Hizashi felt his heart leap out of his chest and he smiled.
  "Of course." Hizashi said and carried Aizawa back into his bedroom. Aizawa relaxed a little, feeling Hizashi's fingers running through his hair. Hizashi turned on the lamp in the corner and laid Aizawa down. He pulled off his shoes and climbed next to Aizawa, smiling as Aizawa cuddled close to him and pulled up the blanket.
Aizawa had quickly fallen asleep, his body was warm and he felt an amount of comfort he'd never felt before.  Hizashi kissed Aizawa's head and smiled, drifting off to sleep slowly.

Hizashi woke up to sudden cold against his chest and the sound of shuffling on his bed. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times. He glanced at the clock. It had only been an hour that they were asleep. Hizashi looked up to see Aizawa on the edge of the bed. He sat up and gently rested his hand on Aizawa's shoulder. Aizawa shuddered and looked at Hizashi, the red reflecting in the light that poured through the blinds. Hizashi felt Aizawa's shuddering under his palm.
"Babe? Are you okay?" Hizashi asked softly. Aizawa's face was red and his breath shook slightly.
"I.. I need to go home." Aizawa huffed and blushed softly as Hizashi sat closer to him.
"Can I make sure you're okay before you leave? You look a little sick, Sho." Hizashi said softly.
Aizawa held his breath, looking at the floor. Hizashi paused and wrapped his arms around Aizawa, rubbing his back slowly. He noticed Aizawa's breath stall and he looked down at him.
"He's going to have certain needs for awhile, maybe the night, unless his needs are satisfied."
Sex pollen? Was that even a quirk? Hizashi thought for a minute and looked down at Aizawa.
"How about you go take a shower, I'm going to look up the quirk you were hit wi-"
"Hizashi I looked it up. It has different effects on people depending on their emotions, especially towards certain people. Normally, it causes people to rage or become sad. That's.. not what happened here." Aizawa said and went to stand.
"Then let me help you out." Hizashi said softly.
Aizawa's face darkened and he held his breath.
"I-I can't force you into this." Aizawa said and looked at Hizashi.
"What if I want it too?" Hizashi asked and raised an eyebrow.
Aizawa shuddered and breathed out weakly.
"I'll only do it if you're okay with it though." Hizashi said softly and waited for Aizawa to say something.
Slowly, Aizawa nodded his head.
It wasn't the first time they'd ever had sex, that was in their 20's and it was completely on accident, but really neither of the two had minded because they both liked one another anyway, only too afraid to say it.
Hizashi took Aizawa's hand gently, intertwining their fingers as he guided Aizawa back to the bed. Hizashi held Aizawa's waist and pulled him close, next guiding Aizawa's lips against his own. Aizawa slowly climbed into Hizashi's lap, holding Hizashi's shoulders, trying his best to prepare himself.

THATS PART ONE YEET