~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

Unexpected Development

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"Yamada, I swear to god if you don't get out of my kitchen right now..." The worn, raven haired man growled in a half threatening way as his lanky blond lover gave him a dopey grin, slipping his thin arms around Aizawa's chest tightly and burrowing his fuzzy, moustached face into the crook of his neck affectionately, pulling him away from his previous task, which consisted of mixing a runny beige color batter and pouring it into a waffle iron.

"You owe me, burnout." The blond cooed mischievously in response, tightening his grip on the smaller man with a mockingly hurt look on his face as he held up one of his boney wrists, showing off the small streaks of red left behind from the night before. "Look what you did to me! I'm still sore..."

Aizawa snorted, rolling his eyes at Hizashi's playful whining as he continued to pour the breakfast mix he had made, albeit hindered by the blond's arms.

"I never complained this much."

"And I never tied YOU to the bedframe!"

"Do I really need to be hearing this?!" Hitoshi complained loudly from the dining room, making a gag noise as he pulled a flustered Izuku over, giving his shoulder a shake. "I bet he doesn't want to hear his teachers gossiping about their sex lives either!"

The curly haired boy instantly flushed, holding up his hands with a terrified expression as the two men locked their eyes on him, holding up his scarred hands with the palms face out, a droplet of sweat running down the side of his face.

"O-oh! N-no I don't m-mind if its h-how things usually g-go here! I'm t-technically not even s-supposed to be  here right now s-so I don't w-want to change anything!" He stammered awkwardly, as red as a curly haired tomato, even though he looked more like a stick of broccoli.

The two heros were silent a moment, then Hizashi grinned mischievously, still holding Aizawa tightly as he gave the boy a thumbs up, winking at him.

"What happen here, stays here, right listener?" He cheered with a grin, Ikuku nodding his head in understanding with a shakey smile, watching as Hizashi smirked, spinning Aizawa around so that they were standing chest to chest, a glint in his eyes. "Which means I can do this—"

Hizashi smirked as he leaned in and pecked Aizawa lovingly on the mouth, catching the raven haired man off guard and watching as he flushed a light shade of red, averting his eyes and covering his mouth.

"—and suffer no negative repercussions!"

"G-get off of me, you cockatoo headed idiot...." Aizawa mumbled, his face a light shade of rose as he turned to try and finish breakfast, Hizashi laughing as he pulled him closer and nuzzled his scruffy cheek affectionately, feeling Aizawa struggle against him. "I-I said to knock it off, Yamada!"

"I love you Sho-Chan~"

"Sh-Sho-Chan...?" Izuku echoed with a stunned expression, Hitoshi smirking as he leaned over and dropped his voice to a whisper.

"Yeah. Uncle Zashi's been calling him that since the fourth grade...it's his pet name!" The boy snickered, Aizawa flushing darker, as he pushed the blond man away, only to have Hizashi laugh and pull him back.

"Don't call me that in front of our students!"

"But baby, Midoria's the only one here and he already said he didn't care!"

"Well, I do. Its unprofessional!" Aizawa growled back, trying his hardest to keep the itchy flush off his face, the two of them falling silent as Izuku began to erupt in giggles, one scarred hand held over his mouth, Hitoshi grinning right along with him, but both of their expressions faltered when they saw the two heros staring at them.