~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

Breaking Point

"Remember everyone, your homework is due on Wednesday. I am going to be docking points for tardiness so I suggest you.....turn....it in by then.....okay?" The thin, leather clad teacher stated blankly from behind the desk, his arms crossed in front of of him, and his head down, the words sounding faint and resigned. "All of you have a safe night, a-alright? And don't forget, kids, English is fun....? Stay in school and.....don't....don't do drugs.....or talk to strangers......or....."

The students watched in crestfallen pity, listening to their usually enthusiastic and excitable teacher drone tiredly from behind his desk, voice devoid of any emotion.

It hurt to see him like this, and be unable to do anything to help.

"Yamada-Sensei, I'm sure it's all going to get better....."

"Sensei, please get better....."

"M-maybe you and EraserHead-Sensei should t-take a few days off to relax....? Y-you two both seem so....s-sad.....and....."

"We're sorry, Sensei....."

Hizashi sighed heavily as the students filed out of his classroom one at a time, casting sympathetic glances to their now worn looking teacher as they went, the blond laying his head against his palms with eyes shut when the door finally slid closed, the whispered condolences echoing in his mind, fading back against the constant drone of one single thought he changed over and over again.

It's just another day. The phone call will come soon. The phone call will come soon....

There was a soft knock at the door, followed by a familiar, raspy voice that on any other day, would have caused his heart to flutter happily and a smile to stretch across his face, but now, there was nothing but a faint, tired stir deep in his this chest as he lifted his head up from the desk, his eyes locked on the slouched over figure that stood in the doorway of his classroom, exhausted, heavy lidded eyes meeting his.

"Zashi? It's.... It's time to go home...."

The scraggly and disheveled blond hero sighed heavily, his body seeming to shudder with the sudden breath. He didn't move from where he sat though, instead lifting a limo hand and motioning his smaller lover over to him, turning his head slowly, a few loose strands of blond hair covering his vivid green eyes, making him look particularly desperate.

"Sh-Shota.....can...you......?" He whispered, the small raven remaining in doorway for a silent moment before stepping into the empty classroom, coming to a stop in front of his seated lover, not the least bit surprised when he felt the blond wind his thin arms tightly around his waist, and guided him down gently, pulling him up into his lap and cuddling the lithe body protectively in his arms, Aizawa sighing gratefully as his body went limp, Hizashi's warmth and his crushing exhaustion taking hold, his head falling against the dusty leather of his Lover's shoulder, closing his eyes blissfully.

The two sat there in gentle, tired silence, just holding one another close and trying to let their minds drift away from their current lives, of their failures, of their lost Eri, of the fear she must be feeling, alone and helpless in the hands of this....this MONSTER who had tormented her for so long, she was back in his hands, unloved, unwanted, abandoned by the pathetic excuses for heroes she had trusted and relied on....

Aizawa inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into Hizashi's jacket as he tried desperately to push the thoughts away. He felt the blond bury his face deep in his disheveled mop of feathery black hair, pulling Aizawa closer to him, the smaller make sighing regretfully as he set both of his roughened hands against the blond's thin chest and pushed him back halfheartedly, not meeting the confused pair of foggy emerald green eyes.

"Hizashi, we don't have time...I'm sorry......Hitoshi is staying over with us tonight, and he's waiting in the car....." He whispered, cut off by the blond suddenly pulling him back, his face buried in the layers of scarves around his broad shoulders, feeling his thin body shake with every breath. "Zashi?"

The blond remained where he was until Aizawa sighed and set a hand on the side of his face, guiding him up to look at him, not the least bit surprised to see the tears running down Hizashi's splotchy face, his eyes red rimmed the sclera tinged pink, his gapped front teeth dug firmly into the soft flesh of his bottom lip.

Hizashi had been crying a lot lately....

Aizawa sighed, cradling his lover's face gently and running his thumb under his left eye, wiping the tears there away. Hizashi grabbed his hand and held it there, not meeting the raven's eyes shadowed black eyes, his voice ragged and choked.

"I-I'm sorry...."

"Its alright. Tsukauchi promised to call us with new developments.....their....the otherheroes ad police are going to protect her....." Aizawa started with a hollow voice, trying to make himself smile, trying desperately to make his lover believe it, trying to force himself to believe it...

The blond sighed shakily, looking up with a gulp, feeling the residual pain from his past injury well up deep in his throat and bring more tears to his eyes, his voice now a strained, choked whisper that made Aizawa's heart ache with the memories.

"I-I miss her.....s-so, so much...."

Aizawa was silent, the faked smile fading as he nodded his head numbly, trying to suppress every emotion he had, all the sadness, anger, fear, hatred, hopelessness, struggling to bury it deep inside himself where it wouldn't be able to hurt him, trying to feel nothing....

It didn't work.

"S-So do....." He croaked, his body shaking with the force of everything.

He hated it all.

"I miss her too, Zashi....." He murmured through grit teeth, unsure what else to say, knowing nothing he uttered could possibly make his despairing lover feel any better.

He longed to be able to tell Hizashi that everything would be alright, to comfort the blond without lying to him, being able to believe it was okay himself...

He didn't know what would happen.

He didn't know if they would ever get Eri back.

“I miss her too....” was all he could bring himself to say as the blond pulled him close against him and sobbed silently into his fabric wrapped shoulder, his mind going blank, finally managing to surpress the unruly emotions rocketing through him.

They were useless to have right now.

He didn't need them.

"I'll do anything to have her back, Shota...." The blond croaked, and that was it.

The tall blond man had reached a breaking point days ago, and fallen headlong into depression and heartbreak.

Those words had finally managed to push Aizawa over his own.

The raven haired man grit his teeth so hard he swore they would crack and splinter from the sheer force as the anger — No, the sheer, unbridled, hate fueled RAGE — coursed through him with reckless abandon, not caring enough to fight it off, to hide It, to contain it, letting it run wild through him, letting it tear his brain apart, destroy his rational thoughts, boil his blood.....

And he LOVED it.

His hands curled into tightly knotted fists, his eyes aching as they sparked with wicked red light, the tears evaporating, drying out and stinging him, the scarlet, spiderweb veins rushing through the sclera, his sleek, feathery hair writhing and twisting like a nest of agitated vipers, hungry and searching for prey.

He was tired of waiting....
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