~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

A Trip To The Shopping District

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The shops and streets were crowded as the group pushed through people a few hours after school, Eri holding tightly to both heros hands as they led her down the sidewalk, Hizashi grinning like usual with his bright green eyes glinting behind his now clear lensed glasses, humming a poppy tune as he smoothed his still slightly stiff blond hair back into his half bun style, his trusty HAGE headphones slung around his neck, sliding his hands back into the pockets of his ripped rocker jeans with a grin as he glanced over at Aizawa, snickering at how little his appearance changes, no matter what he wears bringing de javú. He was dressed in a black sleeved T-shirt and jeans, his shoulders hunched like usual and his steps more like autopilot. The only difference, it seemed, was the fact that instead of several, tightly wrapped layers of durable cotton-alloy fabric coating his shoulders and neck, there was instead only one, long grey-white ribbon of the seemingly forever present capture weapon wound loosely and fittingly across his upper body, tied nicely behind his neck and tucked over the edge so that its slightly frayed edges rested midway down his back, seeming more like the scarf someone would wear on a cold day, rather than the almost living weapon it was, Aizawa staring straight ahead with a bored look in his eyes.

Hizashi once asked him why he wore the grey-white scarf everywhere he went, the raven haired male responding with the simple answer of being prepared for situations where he was needed, but the blond had come to suspect the durable layers of fabric had become a sort of security device for Aizawa, much like the  headphones were for him, especially when you took the man's habit of hiding inside the material when encountered with a stressful or social situation into consideration.

Eri was skipping a little, an excited but blissfully confused air about her as the two heros led her down the street and past bustling shop windows, her red eyes wide and searching, a smile on her face.

"I've never been shopping before, Eraser-San and Mic-San! What are we going to look for?" She chirped eagerly, making Hizashi chuckle as he reached down and ruffled her white tinged pale blue hair, grinning at her.

"Well, we have to get you some proper clothing, now don't we? You can't wear Toshi-Kun's old outfits forever!" 

"Speaking of which, what kind of clothes do you prefer, Eri?" Aizawa asked with a bored expression, still staring staright ahead as the pushed past the crowds of people, the small girl taking a second to think, unsure what to say.

"Well....I like dresses! Like my old nightgown!"

Aizawa stiffened, wincing at the memory of his first encounter with the child he was holding hands with, recalling the filthy and tattered garment that had hung to Eri's thin and damaged frame like a shroud.

"O-okay, are there certain colors that you like?"

Eri nodded her head, a smile on her face as she skipped along beside the heros, trying to think of things she liked.

"I like the color blue. Like....um....a sort of ....dusty blue! Is that a good color, Eraser-San and Mic-San?"

"Dusty blue? That sounds like a really cool color! What does it look like?" Hizashi chirped with a grin, watching as Eri stumbled to describe her desired color, finally resorting to pointing out various things on the street that somewhat resembled her choice.

"I-its like that lady's hat! Only, you mix it with the color of the shop window over there and the soft sort of blue you see when you look in a hospital mirror!" Eri explained, her bright red eyes staring into Hizashi's confused green, Aizawa raising an eyebrow at the odd description. "Is that a good choice, Eraser-San and Mic-San?"

"Yes, Eri. That's a very beautiful color." Aizawa stated with a smile, shrugging in response to the blond's still confused expression as Eri split into a happy grin at the approval, skipping along beside her heros as they led her down the crowded streets, a few people stopping and giving the two curious or surprised glances, probably because they recognised Hizashi, despite the fact he was in civilian attire, whispers starting up the second the group was recognised.