~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Waiting Up For You

Aizawa and Hitoshi drove to school in silence, both of them still half asleep and listening to the radio down low like usual. The purple haired boy faded in and out of sleep, his eyes half open as he supported himself against his seatbelt. Aizawa kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, reaching over and shaking him gently.

"Toshi, wake up. If I don't get to sleep, neither do you."

Hitoshi groaned, pushing his exhausted uncle's hand away.

"Ugh, you get to sleep all day, old man. Let me have two more minutes."

Usually, Aizawa would get angry at the nickname, but he was just too tired at the moment. He sighed, letting Hitoshi sleep as he pulled into the parking lot with a dazed expression, turning off the car. He sat there in silence a second, then shook Hitoshi awake with a yawn.

"Wake up, we're here. Cmon."

Hitoshi groaned, sitting up with a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, unbuckling his seatbelt. There was a sudden pounding on the window, making them both jump in surprise, Aizawa's quirk activating out of instinct as they both whirled around to see Nemuri and Toshinori standing there with nervous looks on there faces. Aizawa groaned, opening the door and putting a hand on Hitoshi's shoulders, steering him away.

Nemuri and Toshinori chased after him, both looking annoyed.

"Hey! Zawa! Get your ass back here!" Nemuri yelled, clapping a red finger-nailed hand on his shoulder and gripping it tightly, pulling him back as Toshinori panted and stopped beside them, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"S-sorry, to bother you, Aizawa-Kun, b-but we have a slight s-situation..." The scraggly haired blond man rasped in a gravelly voice, his yellow suit hanging off his thin body as he glanced between Nemuri and the scruffy teacher. Aizawa groaned, crossing his arms as he stared up at them both, his bloodshot black eyes narrowed.

"This better be a matter of life and death, cause your wasting my time." He muttered, glaring at Nemuri in particular. He still hadn't forgiven her for the whole incident in the teachers lounge. She shook her head, mirroring his expression.

"You need to work on your social skills, Zawa-Kun. It would make you much more attractive." She chided, making Aizawa sigh.

"If this is your situation, I'm leaving."

"It's not. There are reporters here. They want to see you." She stated unemotionally, her purple eyes glinting behind her blood red mask. Aizawa stiffened, standing there with a confused look.

"What do you mean "they want to see me?" Tell them to get the hell off U.A. property!" He growled, moving to walk away when Toshinori grabbed him and pulled him back.

"W-we already tried that, Aizawa-Kun. They won't leave until they've g-gotten an interview with you."

"Well those bastards are out of luck then. I'm not doing it." He stated blandly, shrugging out of the blond's grip as he grabbed Hitoshi and started to walk towards the front gate.

"Th-there no way to get in to school, Aizawa-Kun! They've been camped out at the doors the whole morning!"

Aizawa stopped, his hands clenching Ito fists.

"It's too early for this shit. What does Nezu-San have to say about this?"

No answers. He knew what that meant.

"He wants me to do it, doesn't he?" The raven groaned, shaking his head.

"Yep. Sure does, Zawa." Nemuri stared with a smirk, giving Toshinori a wink. He returned it with a nervous look.