~Trade Mistakes~ (EraserMic)

We Dont Have Too

"Alright, here we go....just put pressure on it, Sho, it'll stop the bleeding." Hizashi murmured softly, reaching up and brushing some of the feathery black hair out of his friend's bruised eyes, watching as Shota nodded his head and kept the small wad of gauze pressed against the split in his lip, his hands shaking slightly.

Hizashi kneeled on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, digging through the first aid kit for bandages to cover the many scrapes and bruises that coated Shota's pale skin, casting worried glances towards him, his chest feeling tight as worry surged through him.

He regretted not being there for his friend, but even now he knew he wouldn't have been able to help him fight back against his attackers....because this time it wasn't Enji or angry classmate who had gotten to him.

"I'm sorry for this, Zashi.....i.....I just don't want to go home....." Shota whispered, not meeting the blond's eyes. Hizashi looked up and smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hey man, I don't mind! You and Yu-Chan can crash here as long as ya want!" He assured, knowing Shota's situation had gotten pretty bad, especially after his little sister had come along.

Technically, Yuya Aizawa was Shota's half sister, a result of one of his father's "Adventures". She had shown up on the doorstep a few years ago with nothing but a birth certificate, a couple bills, and a letter addressed to their father saying "she's your problem now." But, since their father didn't want a daughter, especially one who was quirkless, he never paid any attention to her.

Shota did though.

He absolutely loved his little sister and would do anything to keep her safe and happy.

"Th-thanks, Zashi... I don't know what I would do without you..." The damaged boy murmured softly, making Hizashi look up with a grin.

"You'd probably be a lonely zombie with long black hair that makes you look like an emo kitten and I would be an really lonely toothpick with cockatoo hair, listening to rock music on full blast in the corner while writing songs about the emo kitten I wish was my friend."

Shota stared at him with an unreadable expression while Hizashi burst into laughter, making the raven haired boy blush, running a hand through his hair self-consciously.

"....I do not look like an emo kitten...." He mumbled in embarrassment, much to Hizashi's amusement as he reached over and gave Shota an affectionate pet to the head.

"Aw, I'm just messing with you, Sho-Chan! Your hair is fine!"

Shota blushed darker, pushing the hand away as Hizashi continued to laugh at his expression, reaching over with a grin to try and pet him again...
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"We have reached our destination: Downtown Tokyo. Please watch your step and stay clear of the sliding doors. Thank you."

Aizawa jolted groggily at the cool and emotionless voice that had poured out from the train's loudspeaker, his mind racing as he shook Hitoshi and Hizashi awake, pulling them out of the seat.

"Cmon, we're here, wake up!" He whisper shouted, shaking them both and watching them jolt up, smothing out their appearances and rushing out the doors,their feet meeting the platform just as they closed and the train sped away, leaving them on the soggy concrete of the city.

It was still raining a bit, so Hizashi pulled the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his head, adjusting the collar of his jacket as Aizawa and Hitoshi smoothed their appearances and stretched out their cramped bodies, gathering together before setting off through the crowded streets and crowds of umbrellas. Hizashi gulped, keeping his head down as they grew closer and closer to the sterile white building he recognised as Tokyo General Hospital, his heart kicking it up a couple notches inside the confines of his rapidly tightening ribcage, his breathing ragged and his hands shaking until he felt warm fingers close around his tightly. The blond's head snapped up in surprise, a small heat crawling up his face when he saw his and Aizawa's intertwined hands, swallowing the sting building in his throat.