"H-Hajime! Stop! Please!" The small woman yelled desperately from the floor, tears streaming down from her onyx black eyes, her beautiful, pale skin slightly bruised on one side, shaped like four fingers and a thumb, red and angry across her plain features as she watched the two men wrestle each other to the ground in the middle of her living room.
"Stay out of this you quirkless bitch!" One of them yelled back, his teeth grit, and his indigo-blue eyes lowered in an angry glare as he slammed his fist into the jaw of the smaller, lithe bodied man beneath him, hearing a sickening this, a grunt of pain and a shriek from Yuya.
"Stop, You'll hurt him! Please! Please, stop, Hajime!"
Shota spit a mouthful of blood into Hajime's face, his long black hair pooling around his head as he clawed against the hands holding him down, curling himself over and ramming his knee into the man's groin hard, hearing him yell.
"Don't you call her that, you cowardly bastard!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, faggot!" The man screamed, lowering his fist with a sickening crack as Shota's head shot back with a burst of blood from the new split in his lip and a grunt, his vision fuzzy.
"Stop! Stop, you'll kill him!" The purple haired woman cried, throwing her arms around Hajime's arm, trying to pull him off her older brother with tears pouring down her face, the man simply scowling at her and throwing her aside with a growl.
"Get the fuck off me, woman!"
Yu hit the coffee table corner with a cry of pain, Shota's eyes flaring red as he used the distraction to fire a punch to Hajime's nose, hearing a satisfying crunch, his teeth grit as blood poured into his mouth, poking two fingers into his eyes and using a right hook to knock him off, scrambling to his feet and driving the toe of his sneakers deep into the man's stomach.
"Don't you fucking touch her!"
Hajime groaned, trying to get up, but Shota kicked him down again, the man looking up with his indigo-blue eyes glowing with hatred.
"You....you fucker......h-homeless looking....bastard...."
"That's the best you can do? Pathetic, but then again, what can I expect from a drunk, scum sucking jackass like you, huh?" Shota responded unemotionally, reaching down and grabbing a handful of the man's greasy salt and pepper hair, yanking it up with a glare. "Listen here, you lousy peice of shit, if you EVER touch my sister again, I'll personally break every bone in your worthless body, got me?"
"G-get your.....filthy hands.....off me.....faggot...."
Shota felt heat rise to his face in spite of himself as he grit his teeth, tightening his grip and slamming the man's head down, effectively knocking him unconscious. He straighted out, panting heavily to regain his breath before running over to where Yuya lay, helping her to sit up with a concerned expression, seeing her eyes slid into focus and lock on his bruised and bloody face.
"O-oh Shota..." She whimpered, her eyes filling with tears as she threw her arms around her brother tightly, her body shaking. "I'm s-sorry sorry, this is all my fault! I sh-shouldn't have made him angry, it's my faul--"
"Woah, back it up." Shota rasped, pulling her back and giving her a gentle shake, his bruise features serious, his voice stern. "Yu, none of this is your fault, okay?"
"B-but I..."
"No. None of it is because of you alright. Hajime's a shitty guy. He doesn't deserve you or your son."
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~No More Time~ (EraserMic)
FanfictionSequel to ~Trade Mistakes~ Time seems to pass slower and slower in the Aizawa-Yamada household as the still recovering Hizashi finds himself placed under what feels like house arrest by his slightly overprotective fiancé, Shota, despite his desire t...
