~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

I Demand You Make Me Waffles

The thin man took off down the deserted street at a full sprint, his long blond hair whipping past his head and his breaths coming in ragged pants, his bright green eyes glowing in excitement despite the fact that he was practically blind without his glasses, which he had abandoned on the cluttered kitchen counter when he had run out of the house, a manilla envelope held tightly in his hand.

He hadn't even locked the door.

Hizashi didn't stop running until he reached the blurry outline of a battered apartment complex, bouncing up the stairs three at a time and using the railing as a balance so he didn't fall, running the pads of his fingers over the door numbers since he wasn't able to read them without his glasses, squinting to try and focus as he felt out the numbers.

"45a, 46a, 47a, 48a...." Hizashi mumbled, running his hands over the last door, tracing the plaque with squinted, fuzzy green eyes. "Ah! 49a! I think..."

He shrugged, slightly regretting that he didn't have his glasses as he began to pound his fists against the door.

"SHOTA! SHOTA!!! WAKE UP MAN! SHOTA!" The blond yelled at the top of his lungs, oblivious to the fact that it was almost three in the morning and might wake the neighbors, continuing to pound on the door of his friend's dingy one bedroom apartment. "SHOTA! GET YOUR LAZY, EMO LOOKIN' ASS OUT HERE! ITS IMPORTANT!!"

He smirked as he heard a crash from inside, followed by a rush of pounding footsteps as the door was yanked open, a disheveled looking man with a tangled mop of fluffy black hair appearing in the doorway.

He was practically shaking with rage, his hair a tangled mess and wearing nothing but a pair of baggy black sweatpants, his eyes bloodshot and a shadow across his lower jaw, his teeth grit as he glared up at the lanky blond in front of him. He looked like he had either just woken up or had only just settled into a few moments of sleep after a long and exhausting night, the latter being the most plausible.

"WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. YAMADA?!?" Shota growled in anger, his bloodshot black eyes narrowed dangerously and his hair flicking off his shoulders as he stood there gripping the doorframe, glaring up at the nearly blind blond with grit teeth, who at the moment couldn't see anything of his shorter friend's appearance besides the dark, blurry outline of his messy hair. " Do you WANT to get me evicted?!"

"That doesn't matter! Cmon, look look look look!" Hizashi yelled as he reached out blindly and swiped the air, brushing the doorframe with his fingers and giving the shadow a playful shove backwards as he stumbled in, tripping over the doormat and nearly landing sprawled on his face, Shota yanking him back by him collar and steadying him with a growl.

"Watch it, will ya?! You'll break something!" He snarled in annoyance as he jerked Hizashi to his feet, growing more and more agitated when he saw his friends blurred green eyes, keeping his grip firm so Hizashi didn't bump into anything. "Where the fuck are your glasses?! Your blind without them, you blond idiot!"

"That doesn't matter either, Shota! Look what I got!! Look!"

Shota stared at him, obviously confused as the blond thrusted a slightly crumpled manilla envelope into his face, nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Sh-Shota it's from U.A.!" He cried, a huge, hopeful grin on his face as he gripped the man's shoulders and shook him, wishing he could see his friends expression more clearly. "Do you know what this could mean?!"