Closer // EraserMic

Closer // EraserMic

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"Hello and good evening, dear listener! How's it going? What's on your mind?" "Why didn't you do the dishes. I specifically asked you to do the dishes so when I got home from patrol I could have stuff to make us dinner. Tell me why, Hizashi." Or, one evening an irritable Shouta calls Hizashi during his evening show, and it becomes a regular occurrence.
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Shouta Aizawa takes notice to how his best friend, Hizashi Yamada, seems to be struggling with his past recently. Shortly after he finds out and attempts to grow closer to him like they had been in the past, Hizashi mysteriously disappears without a trace. If Shouta can even find him again, will he be the same? ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● He didn't seem to notice as he entered the room completely, still shaking and shivering. It looked like he was crying, but he wasn't making any noise. Shouta noticed a burnt smell, concealing a cough. It was enough of a sound to make Hizashi notice him, pure terror in his eyes as he used his arms to shield his face and neck. "Zashi, it's me, it's alright." It was obvious that he didn't recognise him in the slightest. Hizashi was completely frozen as Shouta came closer to him, hoping for some sort of realisation. Still nothing. He looked over his friend, scanning for injuries. He had scrapes and bruises, but nothing too bad. At least, that's what he thought until Hizashi bolted past him to get to the door. His uncoordinated legs fell out from under him and he crashed back to the ground. Shouta put a hand to his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, but he clawed desperately and flipped over, thrashing around to get Shouta off of him. Shouta held on. He looked into Hizashi's eyes, then down his neck. It was the source of the burning smell, and looking at it made him sick. ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● ●○°•♡•°○● TW: Alcohol, violence, blood, language None of the art shown is mine!

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