~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

Sneaky Peeky Spying

“Shota Aizawa, I swear to god, you need to start taking your injuries more seriously!” The short, elderly heroin snapped crossly as she hammered a kiss to the scruffy mans cheek and shoved a handful of rainbow colored gummy bears into his mouth, leaning back with an aggravated sigh, her hands on her hips. “You should have come straight to me, not go take a nap under your boyfriend's desk!”

“I-I was in the middle of a cl-class....” Aizawa mumbled back through his mouthful of candy, his unshaven face pale and his fingers shaking worse than before, his already exhausted body feeling too heavy to move as the elderly figure of Chiyo, better known as The Youthful Heroin: Recovery Girl, hovered over him with a scowl, smacking his clammy forehead and watching him wince.

“Yes, a class in which you had an obscene amount of energy pass through your body, caused by a panicked student's out of control quirk! Look at you! Your already half dead, and I can't heal it fully because you have the stamina of a molasses and peanut butter cookie!”

Aizawa leaned his head back with a shaky groan of discomfort, his vision foggy around the edges as he struggled to keep his consciousness a few moments longer, sluggishly swallowing the gummy candy in his mouth, trying to make sense of his tired thoughts.

All he could remember clearly was being curled up in his nice, cozy sleeping bag while Hizashi fed him small bites of rice since his fingers didn't want to work, Eri giggling and telling him about her day as she slurped down her fruit squeezie, the it was all hazy and swirled together as he pitched forwards, hearing a scared shout.....

“U-Uhhh.....My head.....I-I can't let the kids see me like this...C-Class starts in two m-minutes...”

“Sho-Chan, Baby, lay back down—” Hizashi started softly, jumping back as Chiyo bristled, whirling on the bedridden teacher with a blazing expression.

“Oh No you don't, Mister! You can't even get your words out properly, much less walk in a straight line without looking like a drunk stork! Your boyfriend had to carry you here, you were so out of it!” The elderly woman scolded, slapping the back of her hand against Hizashi's boney chest with a loud thump of skin and leather, the blond wincing.

“....Drunk stork....?”

The bedridden Aizawa groaned weakly, but tried get up anyway, Chiyo growling in irritation as she shoved him back against the cot and shoved another handful of gummy candy into his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Get your butt back in that bed, Youngster! Didn't you hear what I said?!”

“B-But....!”

“No Buts, Shota.”

“Recovery Girl—”

“I Said No Buts!” The woman snapped irritably, everyone in the room wincing at the command. Even Aizawa seemed startled, gulping quietly as he diverted his eyes an settled back against the small, twin sized cot, resting his hands on his chest.

“Y-Yes, Recovery Girl...”

“Ah! Now that's a good boy!” Chiyo chirped happily with a curt nod, her entire attitude shifting as she stepped over to the tall, leather clad blond who stood in the corner, a little girl hidden behind one of his legs.

“Ah, Hizashi, Be a dear and get me that little jar of lollies I keep on the filing cabinet? In fact, why not take one for yourself, and for little Eri? Shota will be here for a bit, he's a tad shaken up, but he'll be fine.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” The blond responded with a small chuckle as he stepped carefully past the little elderly woman and retrieved her secret candy stash, rifling through it to find a flavour he liked while Aizawa shifted in bed, all of them turning at the quiet knock that rang out.