Hey guys! So I couldn't help but want to start writing an EraserMic fic, so I figured I would start a story here so I can start compiling some oneshots and Drabble that I write up as the mood strikes me!

This first Oneshot is sort of a slow/one-sided chapter to get things going—with Aizawa contemplating his relationship with his lover, and his relationship with cats.

I promise that there will be more funny, smutty oneshots in the near future~!

If you have any prompts/requests that you'd like me to consider for a future Oneshot, leave a comment!

Xxxx -HxA- xxxX

Of Heroes, Lovers, Cats, and Cuddles

"I'm home..." Aizawa mumbled half-heartedly, staggering tiredly through the door and into the living room of his quiet apartment. A meow sounded from somewhere further in the room, and he looked absently to the side to see his cat lazily acknowledging Aizawa's return to the house.

Other than the cat lounging carelessly on the couch near a small window on the wall, the rest of the apartment sat in resolute silence. Aizawa took a few steps further into the room before he had to stop—feeling a wave of dizziness come over him that threatened to topple him over. He was barely keeping himself upright as it was, and he now had to desperately try and resist the temptation to simply pass out onto the hardwood floor beneath him.

Like everyday, today had been an especially tiring day comprised of teaching his diligent future-hero students at UA High. On his way home from the school, however, he had gotten word of a few villains that had broken into a nearby connivence store. Since the store was only a few minutes away and already in the direction he was heading, Aizawa begrudgingly decided to check on the store. As fate should have it, he arrived at the perfect moment to intercept the villains. The scuffle hadn't been especially violent—it appeared that the robbers were no more than petty pocket thieves. With the combined effort of two other pro heroes who had joined the fight not long after Aizawa himself had arrived, they managed to round up the gang with little trouble.

All of the combined activities for the day had been stimulating enough, and, combined with the fact that he hadn't eaten anything all day (save for some black coffee that he had sipped on that morning), Aizawa now found himself struggling to combat the complete and utter exhaustion that he felt bogging down his body. He made it another step into the room before he kicked off his shoes half-hazardously and stretched—an exhausted groan escaping his lips.

The hero drug his feet over and propped himself on the back of the couch so he could lean over and pet his silky black cat on the other side. In the back of his head he felt a nagging sense that he was forgetting something—when he suddenly paused with a frown. There had been no answer to his customary "I'm home" greeting.

"Hizashi?" He suddenly called, glancing up and rising from his perch on the couch.

The black haired man glanced around suspiciously when he again received no answer. Hizashi would never miss out on the opportunity to greet him with a cheesy; "Welcome home, my sweet darling~!"

That was, unless...

"Ah." Aizawa suddenly realized, sighing disappointedly. "It's Friday..."

There were few days when Hizashi wasn't already home by the time that Aizawa arrived. One case would be if he happened to get involved in a fight with some villains on the way home like Aizawa himself had just experienced today. Even so the blonde always remembered to send a quick message home relaying as much if that was the reason for his absence. The only other time Hizashi would leave home without notice was Friday nights, when he ran to his third job as a nighttime radio show host.

Normally, Aizawa associated Fridays with good things. It meant that he didn't have to get up early for school the next morning—and was thus allowed to sleep in for as long as he wanted. It also meant that he didn't have to go outside and interact with any other humans, unless he absolutely needed to go out of his apartment to get groceries or something.

Years after Aizawa had begun to date Hizashi though, he realized that Fridays had become associated with another thing—the absence of his lover.

Aizawa groaned again as he begun to slowly remove his hero gear—slipping his signature yellow goggles from around his neck, followed shortly by a long ribbon of fabric that was the scarf always wound around his neck and shoulders. He continued to strip, leaving a trail of the clothing and gear through the hallway as he slowly drug his feet toward the bathroom.

Today had had been horrible—and there was nothing more that Aizawa felt like doing than arriving home to spend some time with his lover before succumbing to the drowsiness that had been plaguing him throughout the day.

But, without Hizashi home, his plans had already been royally screwed.

It was still funny to Aizawa though, when he really thought about his relationship with Hizashi.

Hizashi Yamada, also known by his hero name as Present Mic. Though the two had been something of friends throughout high school, Aizawa had never thought about the two of them dating—until Hizashi had confessed to him some years later when the two of them were out on a mission together. The mission had been dangerous and gone extremely wrong, resulting in both of them being captured and nearly losing their lives. Though they both sustained injuries, they did escape—and afterwards Hizashi confessed with eyes full of tears how he couldn't live if Aizawa died. Hizashi then asked Aizawa that they become lovers, and the rest had been history. They had now been a couple for 10 years—and the amazing thing was how they had managed to mostly keep it under wraps.

Only a handful of people knew that the two were a couple. This small circle included Nemuri, or Midnight—who was the third musketeer to their trio, and a close friend since highschool. Being so close to them since they were younger, Nemuri picked up on the relationship herself, regardless of the fact that Hizashi had already planned on spilling the details to her already. Surprisingly, Aizawa found that he didn't mind all that much that she knew—and it was kind of nice to have one less person that they had to keep a front up around. Several other of the school staff—Nezu, the principal, All Might, and a few teachers knew as well—which Aizawa didn't know if he was happy about it not.

Well, they all openly supported the two of them and didn't shame them in the least, so Aizawa figured that was good enough.

It was harder when he and Hizashi wanted to go out together in public, and do things that normal lovers had the privilege of doing. The press and paparazzi were always crawling all over the city—eager to get any sort of scoop about the famous pro heroes that they could. Since Aizawa himself was relatively unknown to the public eye, he had no reputation to uphold or diminish—but the same could not be said for his star-studded loud-mouthed lover.

Hizashi was quite the popular hero across many, and thus often found himself being tailed by press when he went out and about. It wasn't as much of a problem when he was alone—but Aizawa had quickly found that the press was highly interested in uncovering the dating status of their favorite announcer-hero, and thus made a huge ruckus when they caught had caught Aizawa with Hizashi one time at a secluded ritzy restaurant.

After that incident, Aizawa refused any more public dates and insisted that all of their displays of affection be limited to only the apartment. Hizashi begrudgingly agreed to his lover's request—though he did chance his luck often enough when they were in the staff breakroom at the school.

It was times like now though, as Aizawa stood underneath the spray of a hot shower, that he realized how desperately he needed some social and emotional interaction with his lover. They had scarcely seen each other in days, and Aizawa could feel himself growing more and more needy for the touch and comfort of his companion.

Cats, he reminded himself, were a good substitute.

One, in fact, that had completely replaced his need for any sort of human interaction or friendship since he was younger. Though they could be fickle and moody at times, Aizawa found that cats were just the sort of companion that suited him—and quickly found a growing love for cats from the time he was quite young.

He still had a deep love and affection for cats—he finally got a cat of his own when he had moved into his current apartment, and that cat was still with him today. Hizashi was okay with cats—but many times they often became skittish at his too-loud voice and ran whenever he came close to them—or they lashed out at him with claws and fangs to defend themselves. Aizawa found this extremely amusing, and relished in the annoyed face that Hizashi made whenever Aizawa's black cat would curl up against Aizawa's chest, eyes shut in contentment—only to snap open with a flurry of hisses and scratches moments later when it decided that Hizashi was too close to Aizawa.

Because of this, Hizashi had taken to calling the cat Lucifer—though Aizawa kept things easy and simply called the cat Kuro.

Hizashi complained that the cat had it out for him—Aizawa assured him that the cat was just protective against pervs. It was true that Kuro had remained a fairly easy-going cat until Hizashi had moved in together with them, but Aizawa figured that it wasn't so bad to see the two getting so worked up over something as simple as his attention and affection.

Aizawa blinked open his eyes slowly, drops of water falling from his eyelashes and the ends of black bangs. Apparently he had drifted off while attempting to wash himself in the shower. Thoughts of his cat and lover filled his head and he sighed in defeat—knowing that he was going to have to wait until tomorrow to finally see Hizashi.

After a moment of drying himself with a towel, Aizawa donned a baggy pair of sweatpants and one of Hizashi's faded band T-shirts. He squinted at the logo. It was for some rock band and all of the around it was in English—the one subject that Hizashi excelled at and he failed at.

Having something of his lover's helped to calm him a bit, and he strode back to the living room to find Kuro still sprawled our on the couch.

"C'mon buddy, let's hit the sack." Aizawa mumbled, hoisting the black ball of fur up and into his arms. Kuro's eyes blinked open lazily as Aizawa carried him down the hallway and into the bedroom before he gave a half-hearted meow of affection and closed them again.

The king-sized bed in the room looked too big and too cold for just one man and his cat, and Aizawa willed his lover to come home faster and dive into the bed of sheets and pillows with him.

With a final sigh, Aizawa climbed into his side of the bed—setting Kuro down onto his chest as he struggled to find a comfortable position. Though minutes seemed liked hours, Aizawa finally found himself drifting off to sleep—only to startle awake not an hour later with visions of nightmares dancing across his breath eyelids.

With a sigh he looked at the digital clock beside the bed. The red numbers glowed 1:03 A.M in the dark room. Any minute now... He willed silently, glancing at the door with a hopeless sigh.

He awoke again to the sound of a sharp 'click', and his senses caught up with him a moment later as he saw a tall figure—pale, with long hair as golden as the sun and a towel wrapped dangerously low around lean hips—enter though the door of the bedroom.

"Shota? You still awake, baby?" The man called softly, catching sight of eyes in the dark.

Aizawa realized that he had been staring stupidly, and opened his mouth to reply. "...You're late."

Hizashi grinned crookedly and dropped his towel, sliding on a pair of tight boxers before crawling into bed to face his lover. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so late."

The blonde leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss on Aizawa's scruffy cheek. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay~? I'm dead tired, baby."

Aizawa grunted in response and slid closer to the lean frame, already feeling his eyes start to slip shut as stress and anxiety faded from his chest. "You better."

Hizashi smirked and moved to wrap an arm around his lover—but was stopped by a sudden warning hiss. "Well hello to you too, Lucifer." The blonde but out in annoyance, trying to shoo the cat away so he could cuddle Aizawa closer.

"Beat it buddy."

"Hisssss!"

"Why you"

"Oi. Shut it you two."

"But Shota!"

"Purrrrr~"

"Goodnight."

"Grrrr. You'll be sorry in the morning, just you wait!" Hizashi grumbled, shooting the cat down with one last glare before settling for tangling his legs with his lover's

Kuro purred innocently and rubbed his head against Aizawa's chest affectionately before closing his eyes.

"...Damn cat..."

Hizashi vowed that there would finally be a day when he could beat out a mere cat for his lover's affection, but that day has yet to come...