Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Just Another Night

Shota's POV:

I sat on my bed. "Should I text Hizashi? I don't know if talking to him is gonna help my disease...." Too late. *Cough* "Fuck. I hate this." I looked down on my couch at the big flowers. Not only could I feel the flowers now, I could feel the thorns. Everything hurt like hell. Though my life was depressing, at least it was SIMPLER before this whole thing. I started looking for a drink, when I couldn't find one. "Shit. I guess I'll just head to the bar. Tch."

I through a hoodie on and started making my way though the apartment and to the street. There were really only late partiers and druggies out now. "Pfft. The down town is a shit hole... probably why I belong here." I made it across the street and headed towards the bar entrance. I glanced across the street to see a familiar male, getting into a taxie.

"Wtf. Hizashi? Hmm..." I sat on the bar stool, slowly sipping on my drink. This was unusual for me, as I usually came to the bar to get wasted, but I was curious. "What is Hizashi doing out?" I caught myself in the middle of that thought. "Why the fuck do I care?!" I lit a cigarette and I took a long drag of it. I still decided that I would try and stay sober tonight, as I didn't want a repeat of last time.

Hizashi's POV:

I was in the taxi, looking out the window as it headed towards Nemuri's house. Once I got to her street, I got out of the taxi and started walking down the road. I didn't know what her house number was, or anything, so I just looked for her car. I near the end of the street, when I saw her bright red car. "This must be her house." I said.

"Hmpf." I walked up the pathway to the fairly nice house. *Ding, Dong. Ding, Dong* I rang the door bell and waited. No one answered. I rang it again. Still no answer. I was about to use my quirk, when I heard running down the stairs and the door open. "I SWEAR TO GOD HIZASHI, DO NOT. Didn't you break enough eardrums when we were in UA?! You're gonna break my fucking door!"

"You should have answered!" "I was trying to sleep!" I glared at her. "Well, you WEREN'T asleep." "I thought you were like, one of my old hook ups or something. Then I looked out the window and realized that I DIDN'T want to go deaf today." I just rolled my eyes. She kicked aside something that was particularly blocking the door, before leaving the door open and walking to her kitchen.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. Looking around the room, there was junk EVERYWHERE. "Your house is a mess." I said, sitting down on the couch as she walked over with a bag of Doritos. "Hey. The fuck it isn't!" "Yeah right." She sat down in a chair. "What are you doing here, it's like 1:00 in the morning. I have the morning shift for hero work tomorrow. I'm gonna be like Shota and be asleep the whole time." I looked down at the ground. "Actually... he's who I came here to talk about..."

Word count *not including authors note*: 565

Ok, Nemuri's house tho. She is a queeeeeeen.