~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Passing The Time

"Stop squirming so much, Zashi...." Aizawa mumbled quietly, his eyes narrowed as he watched the injured blond scratch at the soft flesh directly below the rough plastic of the bandage covering his IV, an uncomfortable, nervous look in his face. Hizashi didn't look up, just continued scratching, biting his lip as Aizawa hissed, reaching over and grabbing the hand with a serious expression, pulling it away.

"Stop scratching at it, you'll hurt yourself, Yamada."

Hizashi nodded, tearing his fingers away from the IV to instead scratch at his now bare throat, his hands shaking as the heart monitor kicked up a bit, Hitoshi casting a nervous glance towards his teacher.

"Um, Yamada-Sensei, your going to call the nurses in here for a heart attack alert if you don't calm down...."

Hizashi glared, making Hitoshi shrink back in his seat as Aizawa sighed quietly, reaching over and sliding the rough pads of his hands up, pulling Hizashi over and delivering a small kiss to his mouth, smirking when he heard he heart monitor react. Hitoshi made a face, looking away.

"Jeez, it's so weird to see teachers kissing..... But it's so much weirder when it's my uncle making out with my English teacher."

Aizawa chuckled, leaning back from Hizashi.

"Well, you'll have to get used to it, brat."

Hitoshi gagged, a smirk on his face.

"Ewwwwwwww uncle Shota's in love with Yamada-Sensei!!!!"

"You just figured that out?"

Hizashi flushed red despite the fact that he already knew it was true, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he leaned back against the hospital bed, pulling Aizawa with him and curling up with his head against his shoulder, curling their fingers together. The raven haired male readjusted himself, wrapping an arm around Hizashi's shoulders and being careful not to disrupt his IV tube, brushing his fingers through the blond's loose strands of hair. Hitoshi sighed, glancing over at them as he slid out of his uncomfortable plastic chair and stretched, rubbing his growling stomach.

"Hey, uncle Shota, can I run down to the cafeteria and get something to eat real fast?"

Aizawa looked up and nodded, a bored expression on his face as the fluffy haired boy stood there with a unreadable expression, indigo-blue eyes meeting onyx black, untangling his fingers from Hizashi's and sliding them into his pocket to pull out his wallet.

"Sure, Toshi. Here."

He handed Hitoshi the money needed, a small smirk on his face.

"Don't buy a bunch of candy like last time, alright?"

Hitoshi flushed, rolling his eyes.

"I was ten, uncle. Plus, they had a really good deal!"

"Tell that to my credit card."

"Oh whatever, old man..." The boy mumbled under his breath, turning to walk out of the room and vanishing down the hallway as Aizawa watched, chuckling to himself.

"Y-you and Sh-Shinso are pretty cl-close, huh....?"

Aizawa looked over at Hizashi, who still lay there with his green eyes focused on the IV tube, his fingers fidgeting loosely with nothing. The raven haired male nodded, a bored expression on his face.

"Well, I practically raised him so I'd hope so."  He deadpanned softly, a smile working his way up to his face as fond memories of Hitoshi swirled through his head. "He's a good kid..."

"He t-told me he wished y-you were his dad instead of his u-uncle."

Aizawa did a double take, trying to hide his surprise behind a bored expression,his chest feeling tight.