~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Alone Together

Hizashi exhaled a shaking breath as he reached over and turned the knob, causing the pipes to rattle behind the porcelain tile as the water cascaded down from the nozzle into the shower, slowly filling the room with steam as the blond stripped off his sweaty leather jacket and shirt, throwing them into the hamper. He stood there a second, his eyes wide as he took in the mass amounts of bruises than ran along his chest, each one a dark and angry purple-black color blooming across his tanned skin. Wincing in pain, he started to unwind the bandages around his throat, stopping just as the last strip of cotton left his skin, keeping it twisted in his fingers.

These marks were the worst.

His neck was a purple-ringed river of black and blue, every inch of his skin stained as if by ink. He shuddered, reaching up and running his fingers along the wounds with wide eyes and a shocked expression, unaware it had been this severe. For a second, tears pricked in his eyes as he took a death-rattle breath, trying to fight off the bad thoughts that swirled through his mind.

D-dont cry, god dammit, stop fucking crying! He thought viciously, gritting his teeth and wiping his eyes repeatedly, trying to get the wetness to stop seeping down his skin.

What would the other heros think of him now?

Damaged by a couple of low level thugs in a alleyway!

How cliche.

What would Shota think of me if he saw this? Hizashi shuddered, imaging the raven haired male's reaction.

He would be furious. He would be yelling, shaking him, eyes bloodshot as he glared at Hizashi with anger and disappointment...

Why didn't you think it through first, you scrawny blond dumbass?!

You were unarmed, alone, with nothing but a bag of grocery's to defend yourself!

Are you stupid?! Is that it?!

Do you have any idea what you just put me through?!

You really think I want to clean up your mess?!

Why can't you act like an adult for once in you miserable life?!

"N-no, stop it!" The blond screamed at himself, slamming the heel of his palms against his temples in an attempt to silence the angry, buzzing voices that had begun to ricochet through his head. "H-he wouldn't....he wouldn't think that!"

Hizashi's voice rang out as a gravelly rasp, loud and desperate as footsteps echoed in hurried thuds along the hallway, door being wretched open as the very man he was thinking off burst in with red eyes and a fully unwound scarf, hair standing on end.

"Hizashi, what's going on?! Are you oka---"

Aizawa seemed caught off guard, just staring at the blond male in shock as his eyes roved over the mass array of bruises, a hand slowly crawling its way up to his mouth, eyes wide as his hair fell.

"Oh, god, Hizashi....."

Hizashi was also shocked, hastily covering himself and staring at the floor, waiting for the ranting from Aizawa that was sure to follow.

"D-dont be mad...."

"I told you not to waste all the hot water."

Hizashi looked up so fast his neck cracked, the world's most confused expression on his face as Aizawa sighed quietly, rolling his eyes with a , reaching over and turning the knob from scalding to cool while the blond watched uncertainly.

"Y-your not going ti freak out....?" He rasped warily, studying Aizawa's blank expression for any sign of anger, finding none.

"Just get in the shower, Yamada." The raven deadpanned, standing in the doorway with his back turned. Hearing the deadly tilt to his voice, the blond obeyed, stripping off the rest of his clothes and pulling back the curtain, shivers running up his spine as cold water cascaded down his back. Teeth chattering, he reached over and changed the temperature as the bathroom door squeaked on its hinges, footsteps slowly vanishing down the hall.