~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

Intermission

Aizawa stumbled in the door of the apartment s few hours later, still wearing the suit and holding a bundle of black as Hitoshi laughed, jogging into the house to change into his comfy clothes. Aizawa was in a sour mood, as he had to chase Nemuri around the teachers lounge for an hour before she finally gave him back his usual attire. He threw the bundle into the hallway with a groan, disgusted that they smelled strongly of perfume.

What did she do, put them on?!

he raven haired man stalked into the bathroom, closing the door as he peeled off his slacks and unbuttoned the tight white shirt, threw them into the hamper grumbling to himself about the pointlessness of the day's events. Aizawa twisted on the water, letting it run for a moment to let it get hot as he ran his hands through his now untied black hair in relief, grabbing his towel and stepping onto the now slippery wet tile. He stood in the hot stream of water, trying to wash the day's work off his tired body, thinking over the interview.

My god, out of all the reporters in Japan, why did they assign Tanashi Maiko?

Shes the one who's constantly prying into everyone's business, skulking around my house with her goddamn cameraman and her ridiculous questions...

Exhausted and irritated, he dried himself dressed hastily, hearing an impatient knocking on the door.

"Cmon, uncle Shota! I want hot water too ya know!" Hitoshi yelled from the hallway, the sound of crashing coming from the hallway. "Plus, Yamada-sensei is trying to blow up our kitchen!"

Aizawa did a double take, throwing open the door with a murderous look.

"He's what?! Hizashi, get the hell out of my kitchen! You know you can't cool anything besides eggs!" The raven haired man yelled, dashing into the doorway and skidding to a stop.

What he saw would have made most people laugh, but after the day he just had, he was not in the mood for jokes. Hizashi was spread eagle on the floor, flour in his hair and clothes, rice and dried noodles all over the place, and eggshells on the counters, the oven and freezer open as he looked up at the angry hero with a sheepish grin, looking nervous.

"O-oh, heya Sho-chan....I uh....made everyone.....D-dinner...?" He rasped with a nervous chuckle, pushing himself off the ground and trying to pick rice out if his hair.

Aizawa growled, his eyes glowing red and his still wet hair rustling as he took in the devastation the lanky blond male caused, glaring angrily at him.

"I can't leave you alone for two seconds, can I?" He groaned in annoyance, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose as Hizashi stood there, shuffling his feet with a nervous grin on his face, not meeting the angry hero's eyes.

"I-i.... I'll cl-clean up..."

"Yeah, you will."

Hizashi nodded, grabbing the broom and trying to sweep up the mess of rice and flour, shattering several eggshells into the tile in the process. Aizawa sighed, grabbing the broom and pulling it away from him.

"This, you do last." He instructed, shaking his head. He put the broom back where it belonged and dug under the kitchen sink, pulling out two rags and a bottle of cleaner. He handed one to Hizashi and motioned his hands across the messy counter.

"You start wiping this mess down, and I'll do the floors, okay?"

Hizashi nodded, spraying the counters and wiping off the disaster he had created in his attempts at cooking, as Aizawa got on his hands and knees, scrubbing away at caked on flour and eggshells.

What was he even trying to make?!

A volcano?!

When the floor was free of mess, Aizawa stood and assisted Hizashi in his attempts to sanitize the counters, half helping, half telling him what to do.