Hizashi's POV:
Thoughts were always building up in my head about Shota. What was our relationship at? Is he ok? Why does he seem so sad? I held the little flower close to my chest and slowly drifted off to sleep, thoughts swirling round my head. I really hoped that Shota would be alright.
[The Next Morning]
3rd Person POV:
Hizashi woke up at 6:30 AM. He didn't get much sleep, but he knew he needed to be awake when Shota woke up. For one, he didn't want Shota to freak out. Secondly, he knew that if he didn't play things off well, he would never get to ask those questions, that were CONSTANTLY nagging at his mind. More importantly though, he would get the chance to make sure Shota was ok.
He walked into the kitchen and started making coffee and breakfast. After placing his and Shota's plate on the table, he went to get Shota some Advil and a glass of water. He set it on the coffee table right infront on the couch and less than 5 minutes later, the black haired male started to stir.
He held his head and slowly sat up. "Where the hell am I....." He looked around the room, only to notice a tall blonde walking towards him. "Who the hell... Hizashi?!?!" Shota shot up, ready to fight or run. He spotted the door and quickly made a break for it.
"Nah ah ah. You're staying here." Hizashi grabbed Shota, pulling him away from the door. Shota fought Hizashi's grip. "Let go of me! You BASTARD!" Hizashi struggled to keep stubborn male back. "N-nope! *grunt* you're *grunt* staying *grunt* here!" After about 8 minutes, Shota gave up and went to sit down on the couch (still refusing to talk to his former bestfriend).
"Thank you for FINALLY cooperating." Shota rolled his eyes. "The glass of water water and Advil on the coffee table is for you." Shota looked at it for a moment before decided to take the Advil and drink some water. He still hadn't said a word to Hizashi. The dark haired man stood up and put a hand inside his pocket.
Hizashi smiled. "Your foods on the table." "Pfft." Shota walked right past the food and towards the window before lighting a smoke. "Sho? You're not gonna eat-" "Yamada. If my head wasnt POUNDING as badly as it is, you would be DEAD by now." He faced the man, blowing smoke in his face.
Hizashi backed off a little. "Jeez. Well I'm sorry I'm just trying to help you." "I don't need your help. I don't need ANYONE'S help. Just stay out of my life."
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Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"
Randomerasermic fan fic. (may or may not be the only reason I joined wattpad.)(This story takes place WAY before the year that Midoriya and the rest of student characters go to UA.) After UA, Hizashi Yamada moved back to America to pursue his music career...
