EraserMic Oneshots (HIATUS)

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The air in the dressing room was hot and Aizawa's heart was beating out of his chest. Was this really how Aizawa would lose his sanity?  He'd done so much, never once losing it completely. Not even at the USJ, or when All Might battled All for One. None of that could drive him to lose his cool but now that he stood in front of himself in a mirror looking down at his suit, he ft fear boiling in his stomach.
He stepped out of the dressing room and looked at Vlad and Toshinori, who were already dressed in their suits.
"You look good. We'd better get going." Vlad said as he checked the time.
"Don't rush him," Toshinori scolded.
"Is there anything else you want to do?" Toshinori asked. Aizawa shook his head stiffly and together they walked out of the dressing room, not knowing that was the only place they'd be safe. People bustled around, getting cake and snacks ready or setting up chairs. Some people were finishing up the arch at the front of the set and behind all the chairs there were two baskets of flowers to be thrown down a carpet isle. Hizashi had always wanted an outside wedding. He didn't know it was actually happening though. He'd forgotten the date, and Aizawa knew that. He'd set Hizashi out with Nemuri and Emi and they had a spa day, did their hair and picked out a suit for Hizashi, telling him they were going to a formal dance.
He didn't know he was coming to his own wedding.
And plus, Hizashi had many suits. They all looked completely ridiculous though. Aizawa never said anything about it because he wears pink swear pants with a suit when he doesn't need to show his legs.

Aizawa walked around and made sure everything was going to go accordingly. The lights were being strung on the arch and above tables, a large, thin wire box surrounded the set up so people could hang decorations. There was a spot cleared for dancing where a DJ was set up and over in the corner there were tables of food and snacks. Aizawa felt, personally, that a huge wedding like this wasn't needed. But he knew Hizashi's love for events and plus, Aizawa hired photographers to come and capture the whole thing because there wouldn't be photos anywhere else. Aizawa decided they'd have a honeymoon later on.
The time passed fast and soon the place was set. Soft music in the background as people took their seats and watched as people joined together. Aizawa had even invited his family. The most homophobic people in the world. The people who spited his existence sat on the right side of the isle, watching Aizawa with burning eyes. Aizawa wondered if they could find compassion for tonight at the very least. Suddenly a car pulled up to the lot. Nemuri and Emi stepped out first in long, white dresses and Aizawa felt sick. He felt horrifyingly afraid. What if Hizashi hated this? What if Hizashi said no? What if Hizashi left him there and didn't come out of the car? What was he going to do about his family? How could he react if they ruined their wedding?
Aizawa got hot and looked around nervously, his hands trembled heavily as he broke into a sweat as he stood at the front of the space under the arch. It was happening. He dashed from the front to the car as fast as he could to see Hizashi.
His heart raced as Hizashi stepped out of the car and smiled at Aizawa, then looked around in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Hizashi asked softly and stepped towards Aizawa, cupping his cheeks. Hizashi's eyes widened to feel Aizawa's body trembling with fear. It was as if Hizashi couldn't  focus on anything besides Aizawa, otherwise he would see his wedding. The crowd was watching them carefully and the soft snap of photos being taken could be heard over music.
Aizawa blinked and knew he had to pull it together.
"Welcome to our wedding, baby." Aizawa said and he could feel his voice shake at the end of the sentence.
Hizashi blushed and looked around, taking in everything around him and realizing this was no joke. He smiled and felt tears come to his eyes as he looked down at Aizawa.
"God damnit Shōta." He giggled and hugged Aizawa close.
"You did this all for me?" Hizashi muttered over awes and cheers.
"Yeah.. with other help. All for you." Aizawa said softly, nuzzling his face in his lovers neck. That's where he could feel safe.
Hizashi blushed deeply and smiled uncontrollably as he peeked over Aizawa's shoulder and watched as his niece danced down the isle spreading flower petals around messily. He was excited to see his family and looked around once more, taking everything in.
"When does the ceremony start?" Hizashi asked.
Aizawa paused and looked up.
"Whenever you're ready, I'll be at the front." Aizawa said and smiled as Hizashi pushed away.
"Then I'll be right out-!" He sputtered and dragged Nemuri into the dressing room.
Aizawa watched his lover run off and he looked at Emi. He smiled sincerely and directed his gaze somewhere else.
"Thank you for helping me out with this." Aizawa said with a dry throat and she nodded solemnly. He could see something was wrong, but he didn't say anything. If she truly didn't want to help with the wedding, she could have said no. The least he could do was thank her, but he couldn't comply with what she wanted.