~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

Crashing Walls

"HOW COULD YOU LET HIM TAKE HER YOU RAGGEDY BASTARD?!"

The small, raven haired man flinched, gasping in muted shock as his eardrums popped and the glass in his windows cracked and splintered under the force of his enraged lover's angry, broken voice, feeling the crystalline explosion that followed cut into his skin as the shards littered the floor and flew backwards, onto the outside frame, but still he couldn't bring himself to move, not even an inch, as he let himself be yelled at, the pain in his ears nothing compared to the pain in his heart at what he had done.

He had let them take her.....

It was his fault she was gone....

"ANSWER ME, AIZAWA!" The blond screamed, his slender body shaking as rage, fear, and hatred poured out of him, it only growing when the man it was wrongfully directed at re!aimed still and silent, his mouth pressed into a hard line and his head down so that his hair his his eyes from view.

If they had been visible, Hizashi would have seen the tears, but since they weren't, the blond decided to spill his own, the salty heat pouring down the still bruised side of his face and hitting the floor as they both fell silent, his teeth grit in fury as he stomped over and grabbed the man by his injured shoulder, oblivious to the pain it sent through him as his fingers dug into his newly applied stitches, yanking him over and studying his face, seeing nothing but a cold and unfeeling mask, for the first time in years, unable to see past his lover's composed façade.

He growled from deep in his aching throat, for the first time in weeks having to wince at the sudden, pain filled vibrations, pushing the smaller man back against the wall with such force he stumbled slightly as the blond whirled on his heel and stormed back across the room, his breathing ragged as he gripped the doorknob tightly, stopping, waiting for his lover to call him back, tears pricking his eyes when he was met with silence.

"Goodbye, Shota...Enjoy your life without me. "

Far too late, the smaller man gasped, lifting his head and taking a desperate step, his shaking hands reaching.

"H-Hizashi.....!"

His words were choked off as the door slammed with an enraged bang, the piercing shatter of glass once more making his already ringing ears ache as one of the frames on the wall hit the ground, his hand dropping to his side as the utter devastation rocked his body. He gulped weakly, his arms wrapping tight around his heaving chest as he stood in the broken silence of his now destroyed apartment, breathing heavily as he felt the sting of tears slowly crawl up his throat.

His entire world was crashing down and burning around him, and he was so exhausted he couldn't remember what had initiated their fight.

All he could think of was how much the words hurt.....

It had been two days since they lost Eri, and they both could feel the tension, anger, regret and fear leaking into them over the course of a mere 48 hour period of uncertainty, like an insidious, ever growing sickness that chased away all thoughts of sleep, hunger, or love.

In the span of two days, they found themselves hating one another.

Hizashi had spent one of those days in the hospital, full of tubes and doped up on painkillers, because like an idiot, he had gone and reopened the gashes deep in his still healing throat, when he knew using his quirk was dangerous. It was a miracle he could talk at all, much less scream, but now he would need another week of recovery.

Aizawa, on the other hand, had left the moment he had woken up, heeding no warnings from nurses about popping stitches or damaged muscle tissue, oblivious to any lingering pain his injuries and exhaustion caused. He had ready, even with the IV and monitor tethered to him and crashing along the hall in his wake, to throw on his scarf and slowly tear the man who had taken his child apart limb by rubber gloved limb.