~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

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Hizashi sat alone at his desk, his bright green eyes scanning over papers and notes as he tapped the cap of his pen against the wooden surface, his tongue stuck through his teeth and his brow furrowed, marking something off here and there. He was so caught up grading papers he didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching until a swift knock and a raspy voice came from the door, making him look up with a grin. Standing in the frame was a thin man with scraggly blond hair and shadowed blue eyes, a permanent grimace on his face as he scratched at the wound in his stomach, hidden by the pinstriped yellow suit that hung off his skeletal frame.

"Hey, Yamada-Kun?" Toshinori Yagi rasped, wincing little as he forced his fingers away from the injury, instead wiping a trail of red off his chin. "Would you mind helping me out with something?"

Hizashi turned around in his chair with a grin, shoving the papers he had been grading into his class folder and tucking it under his arm, pushing himself up out of his chair and jogging over.

"Well sure! Whatcha need, Nori?"

The now skeletal symbol of peace flushed slightly, a sheepish expression on his face as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck with a raspy chuckle.

"I...I, uh, locked myself out of the computers again, and I still have to put in my students grades for the day..."

Toshinori fell silent at the shocked and annoyed look Hizashi gave him, glaring into the green eyes with his shadowed blue ones.

"Look, you know I'm not good with all the techy stuff. Just come and help me, will ya?"

Hizashi crossed his arms over his leather clad chest with an amused sigh, shaking his head.

"My god, Toshinori, this is the third time this month."

"Hey, it's not my fault that I have to puke up blood every three minutes." The scraggly blond huffed, his shadowed blue eyes sliding away. "In case you haven't noticed, it's pretty hard to click the 'sign out' button when your hacking up your lungs into a trashcan. Plus the lock button is really close to the sign out, so it's easy for your hand to slip and press the wrong one."

"Now your just making excuses, Yagi. Cmon, let's go."

"Thanks...."

Hizashi nodded, walking out of the room with Toshinori following, heading for the teacher's lounge.

"No problem man, but next time ask someone else to log you out when your having a coughing fit."

Toshinori rolled his eyes, his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Yeah, the next time I'm in there dying of asphyxiation die to the fact that I'm puking up blood, I'll be sure to stop long enough to calmly ask Cementoss if he could please log me out of the computers."
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"Again."

Hitoshi huffed, straightening out and wiping a small string of saliva off his mouth as he took a deep breath, forcing his vision into focus as he lunged forwards, his teeth grit. The fluffy haired boy's worn sneakers kicked up the packed dust of the training field as he dashed for his now stationary uncle, trying one again to land a hit on him. Aizawa tensed, his eyes narrowed as he whirled to the side as Hitoshi came within striking range, digging his fingers into the boy's wrist and using the momentum against him, slamming his knee up into his nephew's stomach. Hitoshi gagged in surprise, his teeth grit as his back hit the hard ground again, panting and holding the injury as the raven haired male looked over him, not even breaking a sweat.

"Get up, Hitoshi." Aizawa deadpanned, his eyes narrowed as the boy took a deep breath and forced himself up, his legs shaking. "Just because your my nehpew doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you."