~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Veracity

"Uncle Shota! Uncle Shota wake up!"

Aizawa jolted up at Hitoshi's screaming, searching around wildly for the source, his eyes blazing red and his hair standing on end as adrenaline coursed through him, his mind immediately going to worse case scenario as pounding footsteps filled the hall. His mind jumped to the possibility that Hitoshi was endanger, his screams sounding panicked and several crashes going on as Hizashi also woke up, falling out of bed with a shout while Aizawa jumped to the door, grabbing his discarded scarf off the dresser and throwing out the door, searching for his nephew.

"Hitoshi what's going on?!" He screamed, sliding into the doorway of the living room with a murderous look in his eyes as he expected to see danger, and intruder, his mind working in its instinctive, adrenaline hazed state. Hizashi suddenly dashed to his side, a still half asleep look on his face and his hair a tangle mess, Aizawa's desk lamp held defensively in his hands. They stood there as Hitoshi flopped into view, frantically trying to tie his shoes and comb his hair at the same time, a piece of toast in his mouth and a toothbrush in one hand, looking like he just woke up. The second his eyes landed on the half dressed heroes in the doorway he jumped to his feet, scrambling to right himself.

"U-uncle Shota get dressed! We're going to be late for school!! I already made toast to eat on the way so you should hurry it's already 6:30!!!"

Aizawa jumped, his hair dropping as he also began to scramble around frantically, grabbing the hairbrush from Hitoshi and running into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush and clothes.

"Shit, Hizashi we're the hell did you throw my clothes?!?" He yelled frantically with foamy toothpaste running down his mouth, the toothbrush still shoved in his mouth as he combed through his messy black hair, spitting into the sink.

"I-I threw them in the hamper, Shota! Here!" The blond yelled back in his raspy voice, slipping down the hallway and grabbing onto the bathroom doorway to keep from falling over as his socks slid across the sleek wooden floors, making it hard to balance. The raven haired male grabbed the clothes and took off to change as Hitoshi scrambled to stuff the things he needed into his backpack. Hizashi was also frantic, trying to assist in getting his roommates ready for the day so they could get out the door on time.

Aizawa ran out of the bedroom fully dressed and trying to wind the scarf around his shoulders with a yellow sleeping bag tucked under his arm as he skidded past Hizashi, shoving a peice of toast into his mouth and grabbing a couple fruit squeezes out if the fridge.

"Toshi, you ready?!" He shouted, grabbing his car keys and throwing open the front door.

"Yeah!" The purple haired boy yelled back, running out the door and rushing down to the complex parking lot to get in the car, Aizawa following. Just as he moved to close the door, Hizashi grabbed his wrist and kissed him briefly, a grin on his face.

"For g-good luck, Burnout."

Aizawa flushed, looking away with a glare.

"Idiot..."

Hizashi grinned, watching as Aizawa vanished out the door. The raven smiled in spite of himself as he ran down to the car, sliding into the driver's seat and taking out down the street with ten minutes to spare. They rode to U.A. In silence, their heartbeats and adrenaline levels slowly returning to normal, and Aizawa finally noticed the pain in his legs and lower body, most likely a result of what he and Hizashi had done. He cursed under his breath, wincing as they pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.

"Uncle Shota, are you alright?" Aizawa heard Hiroshi ask as they walked up the steps to the large glass doors of U.A. Aizawa staggering more than walking. He looked over, shrugging his shoulders as he smoothed back his hair.