EraserMic Oneshots (HIATUS)

The Burn Of Jealousy

"Eraser, baby are you ready for tonight?" Hizashi called from the bathroom before Aizawa opened the bathroom door with a bored expression on his face.
"I've been ready." He said plainly, looking at Hizashi through the mirror. Hizashi stopped doing his hair, which was tied back and held up with two bamboo chopsticks. Hizashi smiled and leaned into Aizawa, pecking his warm, pale lips.
Aizawa smiled a little and shook his head a little when Hizashi had retreated and guided himself out of the bathroom.
"The guests should be showing up any minute my love." Hizashi smiled and took Aizawa's hand, feeling their engagement rings clash slightly.
"You're acting so classy, 'Zashi." Aizawa mocked but he could only feel his cheeks burning and urging a smile every time Hizashi looked at him.

There was a soft knock at the door and chatter behind it. Hizashi turned and forced himself into go-mode as he let go of Aizawa.
"Hey." Aizawa snapped as Hizashi went to leave.
Hizashi turned back to him quickly with worry and Aizawa smiled softly, pulling him close by his tie.
"Good luck tonight, you look good." Aizawa said unamused as he pulled Hizashi closer and stole a kiss.
"Now get out there." Aizawa said and smiled as he pulled away. Hizashi walked away with a shaky blushing smile and opened the door beginning to greet guests.
Aizawa walked behind the counter and started to make drinks. It was an annual party the staff had. You could bring friends and family, but no one under 21. The hero's couldn't be responsible for drunk minors. Aizawa sighed lightly as the noise started to crowd the house. Hizashi turned on some music and started to lead the party, yet people were already getting drinks.

One knock after another, people poured into the house and they wanted alcohol. Aizawa was frustrated enough as he dashed drinks out to people, trying to be fast so he wouldn't inconvenience anyone. He wished he could be sleeping, or even watching TV instead of handing out drinks. He didn't think he could catch a break at all as he poured one drink after the other, party music blasting and people laughing in the background. He heard his husband in the other room leading the party and he smiled a little, though he felt left out. He knew he had to stay put though, at least until they were out of the expensive alcohol. Then they could let people go crazy and get their own drinks. He was also making sure they didn't run out if food.  The good thing was that they knew the house wouldn't be hard to clean up, and Aizawa knew Nemuri would be there soon to help with the party.
Aizawa sat up on the countertop once the drink situation had calmed down and ran his fingers through his hair slowly, taking a deep breath.
When he finally looked up into the crowd that bustled around the house, he felt his body freeze. His blood ran cold and his breath stalled like a motor. He took a sharp glance over at Hizashi and noticed another man stepping a little too close. The man was buzzed, if not completely drunk. Hizashi didn't look scared though. He looked completely calm, even teasing.
Then the man moved in for a kiss.

Aizawa paused a little, his heart racing. He only snapped out of his blinding rage when Nemuri touched his arm lightly.
He looked down at Nemuri and he felt his hair land against his back, realizing he had activated his quirk. Only a few eyes of concern were on him, but he didn't care.
Nemuri looked up with concern and then took a glance to where Aizawa had been staring.
She paused with wide eyes and looked up again to see the pain on Aizawa's face. Normally it was hard to read Aizawa, but this time he sat there with his shoulders slouched. His eyes were unamused but it had to have been disappointment, seems how he was self-conscious enough about his relationship.

Nemuri rested her hand on Aizawa's leg and looked up at him.
"I'll talk to him, please, go outside." She said softly. She had always been a part of their relationship, because she knew how to manage feelings and she could see both sides of a story.
  Aizawa held in a sigh as he looked at Nemuri and he left the countertop. He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

The party quieted after that and then Nemuri looked at Hizashi, who was looking at Nemuri nervously. His face was beat red and he had his hand on the others chest, trying to keep him off.
Soon the party was revived but Hizashi was now with Nemuri in the bathroom.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nemuri hissed as she crossed her arms, anger igniting in her amethyst colored eyes.
  Hizashi stumbled over his words and he held his hand over his mouth a bit. He seemed a bit shaken up as he tried to talk.
"I need Aizawa." Hizashi said shakily and kept his gaze down.
Nemuri stopped her rage and looked at Hizashi with a bit of confusion and remorse.
  "Please. I really need him." Hizashi whispered and a small tear zipped down his cheek.
"Well come with me, he's ou-" Nemuri tried to speak and open the door, but Hizashi grabbed her hand with immense force and looked her dead in the eyes.
"I'm not going back out there. Please have him come here." He said quietly, pain cracking into his voice.
Nemuri was slightly afraid if what had happened that made Hizashi so scared. She texted Aizawa and demanded that he came inside, before wrapping her arms around Hizashi.
"Hey, it's okay. He'll be here in a sec." Nemuri said softly and tried to keep Hizashi calm.
Hizashi sighed weakly and waited, fearfully tensing up when someone stepped close to the door.
There was a soft knock and Nemuri opened the door slightly to see Aizawa. He looked upset, almost broken.
Nemuri stepped outside of the bathroom and looked at Aizawa.
"Something is wrong" she mouthed to him as they traded places.
Aizawa shut the door behind him and looked at Hizashi. Hizashi had tears pouring down his cheeks and his hands were shaky.  Aizawa paused before Hizashi hugged onto him tightly.
  "Please stay with me." Hizashi whispered and buried his face against Aizawa's neck.
"The guy out there. He keeps threatening me. I don't know what to do." Hizashi said quietly and felt his skin shudder as Aizawa hugged him gently.
"Hizashi why didn't you tell me?" Aizawa said compassionately.
"He said if I made any gesture or did anything to get attention, he'd take me outside and kill me right there." Hizashi whispered and Aizawa felt the rage in his body. Adrenaline pumped through him and he hugged Hizashi close, his arms tight around Hizashi's back.
"I couldn't use my quirk, it would hurt too many people and you.had.your quirk activated." Hizashi whispered and Aizawa felt guilty punch him in the gut.
"But when you slammed the door, Nemuri took me." Hizashi finished and felt his legs quivering a bit.
Aizawa had one hand on the back of Hizashi's head, his fingers buried in golden cascades, the other wrapped around Hizashi's waist.
"I'll take care of him." Aizawa whispered and looked at Hizashi.
"Please-" Hizashi started to protest before Aizawa stopped him.
"This is your house, and you're not going to be stuck in here letting someone else control you." Aizawa said and looked at Hizashi seriously.
Hizashi paused and Aizawa stepped away, opening the door.
"I'll be back." He said softly and shut the door.

From there, Aizawa stormed past Nemuri, who was trying to stop and ask him questions. He walked right into the main room and stopped in front of the man. He was tall, and shady. He had dark brown hair and strong arms, but no clear physical quirk.
  "I need you to leave." Aizawa said at first, crossing his arms as he made contact with the man.
He paused, and turned to Aizawa.
"I will, I'm just looking for someone." The man said and looked down at Aizawa with a glare.
"Well that sucks, but you need to go now." Aizawa said and waited for a moment. The two shared a glance and Aizawa felt his mind go fuzzy. His heart was racing and he felt like he was going to pass out, until he widened his eyes and deactivated the others quirk.
"Don't even try it. Out." Aizawa demanded.
The party had grown silent, until the man swung at Aizawa.
Stars and bright lights filled Aizawa's vision as he stumbled back, blood starting to pour from his nose. He activated his quirk and lunged forward, first covering the mans face with his hand and then drilling his knee into the others gut, taking him all the way to the ground. Then, the man tried to get him off, until Aizawa punched him in the face so hard the man had to gasp for air. Aizawa flipped him over and pinned his arms up behind his head, breaking one of the man's arms in a rage.
There was a cry of pain and Aizawa looked up, breathing rapidly as surrounding people cheered him on.
"Someone call the police." Aizawa demanded and watched a few people back away from him.
His heart was pounding and he was tempted to break the other arm as he thought about the kiss, and Hizashi's crying.
He leaned down into the man's ear, glaring with pure rage.
   "Don't ever tough to my husband again." He hissed and pressed his knee further into the man's back.
"If you do, I'll kill you so fast your life won't even have time to flash and your last words will be you gasping for air as you choke on your blood." Aizawa whispered and felt the rage leave his body slowly.

The police showed up soon after that, taking the man in. Turns out the man came uninvited, and he was hiding from cops inside and tried to take advantage for a hostage situation.
The party continued after that, and the fight was the conversation of the night.
Aizawa had gone back to the bathroom to wash his face and received a very loving kiss from his husband. The rest of the night went smooth, and Aizawa refused to leave Hizashi's side until guests filed out the door.