~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Repercussions

"Uncle Shota! Hey, are you still asleep, you old man?" Hitoshi yelled as he walked in the door of the apartment, a bored expression on his face as he took in the sight of the familiar living room, seeing Hizashi lying on the sofa. The blond had perked up when the door opened, his eyes fixed on Hitoshi with a small smile as he waved a bruised hand.

"Hey, Shinso. Shota's in the shower. " He explained, watching as Hitoshi shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the rack by the door, walking over and flopping down on the sofa.

"Welp, at least he's awake for once." The purple haired boy deadpanned, taking out his phone and proceeding to scroll through it lazily. Hizashi chuckled, marvelling over how much Hitoshi looked like Aizawa. He had the same tired expression and deadpan attitude, the only difference was Hitoshi's hair, which was purple and fluffy, as opposed to Aizawa's usually sleek black color.

Hard to believe he was only Aizawa's nephew.

Smiling, he settled in to watch TV while Hitoshi continued to tap on his phone screen, laughing quietly. Within a few moments, Aizawa emerged from the hallway dressed in a black T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair tied back even though it was still slightly wet. Both Hizashi and Hitoshi looked up, Hizashi smirking as he waved a hand at him, leaning backwards over the armrest.

"Hewooooo my darling.~" he cooed sweetly, making Aizawa growl as he turned to enter the kitchen.

"Don't call me that."

"Darling?"

Aizawa gagged, whirling around with wide eyes when he heard Hitoshi's voice, a surprised look on his face.

"Toshi! When did you get here...?"

Hitoshi shrugged, slipping his phone into his pocket with a smirk.

"A few minutes ago. I would've called you, but I didn't think you'd answer, considering the fact you do nothing but sleep, you lazy old man."

Aizawa glared, his eyes glowing bright red and his tied back hair starting to rustle, glaring at the smirking teenager.

"I am not old, you little punk." The raven haired man growled, halting in the kitchen doorway as Hitoshi started laughing, shaking his head.

"Why are you so sensitive to your age?"

"I'm not sensitive and I'm not old! For God's sake, I'm only twenty nine!"

Hizashi started to laugh as well, standing up and walking over.

"Aw, c-cmon, Shota! Ligh-ten up! W-we're just p-poking f-fu-un at you!" He explained, grinning widely at the annoyed hero, who rolled his eyes and vanished back into the the kitchen.

"Screw both of you then."

"Aw, you d-dont mean that, Sh-Sho-Chan!" Hizashi cooed, swinging himself into the doorway with a grin. Aizawa glared, opening the fridge and pulling out one of his fruit drinks, proceeding to suck out the contents with a bored expression. Hizashi poked his head over the man's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his chest with a skeptical look as he studied the contents of Aizawa's fridge.

"Y-yeesh Man, don't you e-eat anything b-besides Fruit Sqeezies?"

Aizawa shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention away from his drink.

"Sometimes. I like fruit drinks."

"I can see that." Hizashi said with a grin as he reached over and stole one, pushing himself up to sit on the counter behind Aizawa. He twisted off the cap and took a sip, instantly making a face.

" Ugh, why do you drink this stuff!" Hizashi gagged, making the raven haired man raise and eyebrow.

"Don't waste my food!" He growled, snatching it out of the blond's hand and sucking down the contents, crumpling the now empty container while Hizashi watched in shock.