My expo is coming up in a month, and I am of course going as Present Mic. My partner is going as Eraser and I am simply ECSTATIC. I cant wait for this con since at the moment (life and all you know how it is) it is the only con Im able to attend for the passed few years. Anyway! The excitement for it has spurred a whole knew bucket of ideas for some more small EraserMic stories, so I hope you all are ready!

In the days following the USJ attack Shouta Aizawa would be trapped in the hospital on recovery. He'd say he felt fine, but both doctors and his colleagues would force him to stay there anyway. He was visited often, by students as well as other pros, and it was both warming... and annoying. The only good thing he got out of it in his opinion was the undisturbed sleep. To say he hadnt been concerned about his eyes in the beginning would have been a lie. He'd woken up to darkness and no matter how much he told himself his eyes were open he couldnt see anything. Panic had started to set in until there was a gentle touch on his shoulder, and a familiar voice broke through the silence around him.

"Shouta it's okay. You've got bandages over your eyes."

Uncharacteristically quiet, but familiar none the less, Shouta leaned back some as he took in the information. Of course Hizashi had known what was on his mind. Instantly his head turned to the direction he'd heard Hizashi.

"The students?" He asked quickly.

"They're all okay. They're all home and safe Shouta. They've even come to see you a few times while you were recovering."

Good. That had been good news. The events were blurry memories of motion and pain at the moment, but it was good to hear they were all safe. Hizashi would go on about the other pros, Shouta's recovery, and then derail into random events Shouta had missed the week he'd been unconscious. The Sports Festival was coming up and Hizashi seemed overly enthusiastic about being the announcer for it; then again he was always enthusiastic about everything. Shouta would then proceed to start asking anyone and everyone when he could leave.

He wouldnt get released until sometime later just before the festival.

The day of, and those after, Shouta realized he had a problem. With both his arms severely injured they were trapped in casts for the foreseeable future. Hizashi had invaded his space endlessly in order to help him with anything and everything. The guy was insistent even though Shouta told him he'd find his own way to do things. Even now the man was following him down the street like some kind of lost dog.

"Dont you, I dont know, have your own things to do Hizashi?" Shouta asked flatly as the other walked briskly next to him.

A quick shake of his head and Hizashi patted Shouta's shoulder, "Oh Shouta~... I'm not about to leave my best friend on his own with no hands! Besides~ it was one of the conditions of your release by the way. While you were so busy running out of the doors I actually stopped and talked to your doctor."

The dark haired man deadpanned at the blond. This was ridiculous. He didnt need help; he'd be just fine on his own. He was about to protest against it all when Hizashi grabbed his collar and dragged him off to the side.

"Oh Sho let's stop here really quick! I heard they have some fantastic food." Hizashi said excitedly as he pulled the injured man toward a store.

Was he really about to be stuck as this guy's drag around?

They got a table tucked away in the corner, and as usual Hizashi rambled on about anything and everything. The restaurant was noisy, but Shouta found it easy to zero in on his friend's voice. He liked hearing Hizashi talk; even if he wasnt quite sure what it was about some times. The food showed up, and Shouta watched as Hizashi grabbed his first.

"What are you doing?"

The blond smiled stupidly at him, like he was up to something, before he shoved a fork in Shouta's face.

"NO."

Hizashi wiggled the fork.

"Yamada."

Another wiggle only a little more obnoxious this time.

"Hizashi no. Put that down I can eat by-"

He stopped talking when Hizashi poked his mouth with it. The man kept his mouth shut and glared daggers at the blond across from him. Hizashi was sitting with his chin in his hand as a wide grin sat on his face; he was enjoying this too much. The fork wiggled up and down again before poking Shouta's face lightly a few times. A blush crept up Shouta's face as he stared at the blond. The man sighed heavily through his teeth before he opened his mouth; barely. He tried to ignore the way Hizashi's face lit up, but it made his face warmer than it already was anyway.

"Stop enjoying this so much." Shouta said flatly after it was repeated a few times.

"Mmm, how can I~!" Hizashi said excitedly, "You never let me help with anything! Now you dont have a choice, so you better get used to it~!"

If Shouta could kill him with a look he would have just done that.

"You're cute when you're angry Sho~." The blond sang randomly.

The other choked.

This one is a little shorter, I know! Im sorry, but it was just a cute little idea I got off a cute sketch I saw floating around on my IG. Hope you enjoyed lovelies! More coming!