“Okay, one tasty vanilla n' chocolate swirly for my beautiful daughter, one rocky road for my wonderful fiancé, and one delicious pistachio cone with gummy bears for yours truly!!!” The lanky blond exclaimed happily as he distributed the multiple different ice cream flavors to their respective requesters, the little girl in the backseat giggling happily as she licked her cone, the soles of her chunky blue boots scuffing against the worn leather interior.
“Th-Thanks Mommy!!” She chirped sweetly, the smaller, raven haired figure in the passenger's side chuckling softly as he took a bite of his own ice cream, wrinkling his nose at his blond lover's choice of flavor.
“Pistachio and gummy bears....? Your so weird...”
“Cmon, its good!”
Eri giggled, a warm contented smile on her face as she watched her two heroes bicker affectionately between themselves, finishing the last few bites of her cone just as they pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex she now thought of as home, Aizawa sighing as he pushed open his door and slid out, Hizashi following suit, scooping Eri up out of her seat with a grin.
“Cmon, Sunshine! Lets get cleaned up for dinner, and then maybe we can watch a movie before daddy has to go!”
“Okay mommy!” The little girl chirped with a happy little nod of her head, letting the tall blond man carry her up the stairs and into the apartment, Aizawa flopping down on the sofa with a groan the moment he was inside.
Hizashi and Eri gawked at him in shock, the little girl wriggling out of the blond's arms and plopping onto the floor, carefully sneaking over and giving her hero a playful but vigorous shake, a serious look on her face.
“Daddy!!!!” She whined, Aizawa groaning as he turned too look at her.
“What, Eri?”
“You already took a long nap! Its time to get up and help mommy make dinner!”
“But, Eri...”
“Please, Daddy?” The little girl begged in a sweet voice, Aizawa sighing with a trademark roll of his eyes as he pushed himself up and stretched, nodding with a sigh.
“Alright. I'm up. But only because I'm afraid mommy will burn down my kitchen.”
“Shota!” The scrawny blond man whined, Aizawa raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“ 'Shota' what? I'm genuinely terrified that you'll blow up my kitchen. After all, I'm not marrying you for your cooking skills, Zashi.” He deadpanned lazily, standing up with a yawn as he padded into the kitchen, Hizashi staring crossly after him while Eri giggled, her face a light shade of rosy pink as she dashed off to the guest room to change into some comfy clothes, the eccentric haired blond exhaling a huff of embarrassment and displeasure before plopping himself down on the sofa to pout, his arms crossed.
“Its not like I was ever taught these things, you know! At least be thankful I put in some form of effort for you, Mr. Grouchy Pants!” He whined in and argumentive tone of voice, sticking his tongue out at Aizawa crossly as the raven haired man finally emerged from the kitchen with a fruit squeezie in one hand, an eyebrow raised.
“Who said I was grouchy? I'm actually in a pretty good mood.”
Hizashi huffed at him in annoyance, Aizawa shrugging unemotionally as he padded over to the sofa and settled in beside his tall blond lover, burrowing his face into the crook of his neck affectionately, which made Hizashi flush slightly, still cross with his raven haired lover, about to scold him further when Aizawa hummed contentedly against his skin, making him shiver.
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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...
