Erasermic: Do you love me?

Answer me

Guys, I'm so sorry it took me almost a year to update this... I forgot about it and I left it on such a cliffhanger!!!! Please forgive me >~<

Aizawa POV

He blinked back his shock. 'Why is he asking this?' Seconds ticked by as Aizawa thought how to word his answer. He tried ignoring the pained expression slowly growing on Yamada's face.

Yamada POV

Each second felt like an eternity. Aizawa blinked, in shock Yamada was guessing, but his face quickly returned to normal. The drop dead tired bored af look. With each second, Yamada felt more and more hopeless. The room seem to slowly disappear from Yamada's peripherals and his brow quivered.
'He really hates me..' Aizawa parted his thin lips to answer and Yamada gritted his teeth, preparing himself for a painful answer.

BANG!!

Both of their heads whipped around towards the kitchen. Aizawa pushed off the couch, brushing past Yamada. He just let him go, not wanting to argue further and possibly cry. Instead, he flopped stomach down onto the couch. It's cushions enveloped around him, making it difficult to breath. He didn't care. Maybe if he stayed long enough he'd pass out and wouldn't have to hear Aizawa's answer. He could hear the sound of metal clattering softly as Aizawa picked up the tea kettle. It was set on the counter and there were unhappy cat noises. The sound of claws raking across the kitchen floor as Pele bolted out. Yamada could hear a soft sigh then silence.
He groped around for a pillow, finding one on the floor, and covered his head with it. It squeezed around his ears as he pulled it down as tight as possible. The sound of thudding footsteps still managed to crawl their way through into the fluff of the pillow. A muffle 'Yamada,' followed by a 'Get up.' Yamada ignored him. He laid as still as possible, wishing to find himself at home. Or at his studio. Heck, he'd rather look up and see Bakugo threatening Midoriya again and have to break it up then face his answer.
No more words were said. Maybe Aizawa was grumbling to himself. Maybe he had left? Yamada thought almost hopefully until something picked up His feet. The couch shifted as Aizawa sat down, laying Yamada's feet back down. The tickling sensation of Aizawa tracing his scars from previous battles caused him to twitch slightly.
'I will not move. I will not move.' Repeated over and over in Yamada's head as Aizawa's hand traveled up his leg. 'Why must I wear such baggy pants?'
Aizawa's hand continued to travel up until it brushed up against Yamada's thigh. He shuddered slightly. Aizawa's fingers traced slowly down to just behind his knee. The cold fingers lingered for a moment before pinching the skin fast and hard.
'OW!' Yamada yelped. He opened his mouth to yell at the dark man, but all that came out was a squeak.
"Good. Now you can actually listen"

Aizawa POV
'This idiot. He really thinks he can get away with saying things like that?' He stared down at the pained expression carved into Yamada's face. The nervous mans green eyes flashed from Aizawa to the ground, back and forth as if unsure of where to look. Aizawa decided to give him a break and leaned back, eyes slipping closed.
"Why do you think I hate you?" He questioned blandly, not really caring about the answer. His eyes fluttered at the soft voice that answered. It almost didn't sound like the person he knew. Too timid. To... scared.
"Because... because you treat me like garbage.. you act as if we were never friends." Aizawa sat up with a scowl.
"What the hell Yamada?" His dark bloodshot eyes bore into the innocent green ones. "We were friends. We are friends." Yamada stared at him quietly for a moment before shifting away. He drew his legs under himself and sat up.
"You still didn't answer my question." Aizawa blinked. Why was Mic being like this? He normally couldn't care less how he was treated. Always popped right back up with some witty joke. Maybe Aizawa did something wrong? Like actually wrong this time. But he couldn't place it. He's done everything the same as before. His attitude hasn't changed, the way they communicate at school, anything.
Aizawa shook his head slightly, with a sigh, "No. I don't hate you."