Erasermic: Do you love me?

Do you hate me?

So I realized I've gone back and forth on what I call them. From now on, at school they will be refered to as Eraserhead and Presnet Mic. Anywhere else it's Aizawa and Yamada. I'll probably delete this if I go back and change their names.

1297 words! My goal for the chapters (if I'm not being lazy) is over 1000 so woooo!

Yamada ran over to Aizawa and popped down next to him. "Are you ok?" His voice was caked with worry and his eyebrows were tilted so far up Aizawa thought they were going to disappear into his hairline. He wore a tie dye hoodie and blue jeans. His blond hair was tied up in a half bun to keep it out of his face. It was difficult to see his eyes since he still had his hero glasses on instead of his normal ones.
"I'm fine." Aizawa grunted, refusing to make eye contact with him. Yamada grabbed his arm and leaned closer.
"I heard you yelling! Then you disappeared and wouldn't answer your phone!!" He grumbled a bit. "Not that you ever answer your phone." Aizawa yanked his arm back and moved away from Yamada. 'Why did I have to give him that damn key?' He thought bitterly. 'I could've gotten someone else to look after my cats while I was gone. Midnight, Cement-' He snapped out of his thoughts as Yamada's hand slammed down on the couch. Aizawa's dim eyes glanced at Yamada.
"You'll scare the c-"
"So that's it, huh? You're just going to lie to me and pretend absolutely nothing happened yet again? This is the forth time this month I've come over because I was worried about you and you always! Brush me off!" His voice continuously got more and more frustrated. Before Aizawa got a chance to answer, he continued. "I was late to my radio station TWICE because of that this month!"
"Well maybe if you minded your own business" Aizawa snapped back, glaring at Yamada. They sat in this intense silence for a good minute before Yamada suddenly stood up.
"Fine. From now on I'll mind my own business."
"Good."
"I won't worry about you. I won't call. I won't even text!" Aizawa kept a blank face at these remarks. By now he was used to Yamada giving him these remarks. Normally he stuck to what he said for one, maybe two days if Aizawa was lucky. Yamada huffed and spun on the heel of his foot. He paused for a moment, as if waiting for Aizawa to stop him. When he didn't, he started for the front door. He was about half way there when he stopped and slowly turned around, his eyes narrowed.
"Actually, one more thing before I go." Aizawa's shoulders slumped. 'He couldn't just leave?'
"What?" He watched as Yamada stomped back over and loomed before him. He looked serious, which made Aizawa snort. "Are you trying to be intimidating? Because if so it's not working." Yamada opened his mouth to talk, but something seemed to catch his eyes. He looked behind Aizawa, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"Is Fuoco (cat) supposed to have that?"
"What does Fuoco have?" Aizawa turned his head. Before he got a chance to properly look he felt the blanket get ripped off his lap.
"AHA!" Yamada's triumphant laugh echoed through the empty house as Aizawa's head whipped back around.
"You little bastard." He hissed and bolted up.
"You have burns on your foot Aizawa." Yamada placed his hands on his hips. "Care to explain?" His eyes wondered slowly down to his foot. "You don't wear pants to bed?" Aizawa looked down then back up.
"Just get out of my house." He growled. Yamada rapped his lips as if debating.
"Mmm, no. For a pro hero you do an absolutely horrible job bandaging wounds." He smiled slyly. "So you have your two options. Either sit on the couch or I can carry you to your bedroom." Aizawa glared at him as he sat back on the couch.
"Darn, I was hoping you'd go for option two." He trotted off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
Aizawa crossed his arms, looking at his foot. 'I forgot to put damn burn cream on it.' Gritted his teeth he looked back at where Yamada had disappeared then back down at his foot. Leaning down, he started to unwrap his foot. Nice burns were starting to form. "Idiot." He muttered to no one but himself as the bandages were thrown onto the table. He admired his stupidity until Yamada came back out. I'm one hand he had the first aid kit and in the other he had Aizawa's tabby, Pele.
"One to help physically," he held up the first aid kit. "And one to help emotionally!" He handed Aizawa Pele. She looked at him and kneaded her paws into his stomach.
"You do remember she scratches right?" Aizawa muttered, picking her up and setting her to the side. Yamada pursed his lips and pulled his sleeve down a bit.
"Whaaaat? Nooo, she's to much of a sweetheart." He had that stupid cheesy smile on his face that he gets when he lies. Aizawa rolled his eyes and scratched behind Pele's ear.
"Just hurry up."
"Hey," Yamada made eye contact with him. "Be nice to your doctor. We have the needles." He grinned and set down the kit, opening it. He kneeled next to it.
"I think I'm going to need a doctor for your stupid jokes." Yamada feigned being offended.
"That was uncalled for Sho-Chan.." he pouted. Aizawa grimaced.
"Oof, don't call me that."
"What? Sho-Chan? You don't want me to call you Sho-Chan?"
"No." He said through gritted teeth.
"But you used to love when I called you Sho-Chan, Sho-Chan."
"No. I did not."
"Really? You blushed the first time I called you that." He leaned on one arm, a cheesy grin still on his face. "You even called me Hiza-Chan once~" Aizawa looked away, biting his tongue. "Do you remember? It was our fourth date." He sighed dreamily.
"It was our fourth study date. We didn't date."
"Still has the word date in it!" He started looking for burn cream. "Yet you still failed that class."
"Of for the love of, I failed two classes. Two."
"Well maybe if you hadn't slept through all the classes." Aizawa shot him another glare as Yamada started putting the burn cream on. It stung a little but he didn't care anymore.

Pele had wondered over to the kitchen and was currently sashaying across the counter. She made her way onto the stove and stopped behind the tea kettle. It glistened from the living room light, almost like her shiny cat toy. She started batting it quietly.

Yamada has started wrapping it. "Maybe I could go see if any stores open had some aloe Vera.." he muttered to himself.
"That's not necessary. I'll survive." Yamada looked up at him, a done look on his face. He sighed and went back to wrapping his foot.

Yamada POV

He was getting more and more frustrated with Aizawa. He always lied about what was going on. He never let him hand out anymore. He didn't seem to care anymore. And it was frustrating! Why did he have to be so frustrating?! All Yamada wanted to do was help out his best friend.. if they were even that anymore.
'He'll pass out soon then I'll go to the store.' He stifled a groan. 'I'm going to be late for work again..'
"Mic, I know what you're thinking." Yamada looked up at the perpetually tired hero.
"What?"
"Just go home, leave me be." Yamada pursed his lips and looked down. The way Aizawa had said that hurt him. It's as if Aizawa hated him.
"Do you hate me?" He asked without thinking, pulling the bandage tight. He heard Aizawa inhale sharply, whether from the question or the pain he wasn't sure.
"What?" Now it was his turn to ask. Yamada looked up at his slightly confused possible best friend.
"Do you hate me?"