#maizawa
Midnight: You look exhausted. Mic keep you up all night long? ;))
Aizawa: h,,ah ha yeah.
(3am)
Mic:[gruff cowboy voice] This blanket ain’t big enough for the two of us.
Aizawa: I’m going to give you one more chance to shut up.
Once again, husband in pieces
Last Mermay Day ♡
A family portrait ♡
Possible Impossibilities | 13k | Explicit | EraserMic
In order to escape this room, you must have sexual intercourse with the other occupant.
Hizashi stares at the piece of paper.
“I’m going to go try the window,” Hizashi announces, crumpling the paper into a ball.
(Or: セックスしないと出られない部屋)
Growth by Millimeters | 9k | Mature | Young!EraserMic
Shōta’s forehead creases as he repeats, “Practice?”
“You know, for the class play,” Hizashi explains, rubbing his hand awkwardly against the back of his flushed neck. “So that way I won’t have my first kiss on stage and embarrass myself in front of the entire student body.”
“You want to practice kissing with me,” Shōta says slowly, trying out the words in his mouth.
“I help you with English, you help me with making out?” Hizashi asks, a small, slightly nervous smile tugging at his lips.
By Moonlight | Part 9 of 9 | 41k | Explicit | EraserMic
Somehow, Hizashi had thought the vigilante’s confession would solve all his problems.
Instead, it’s made them worse.
By Moonlight | Part 8 of 9 | 36k | Explicit | EraserMic
“Detective – ” Hizashi eyes the badge lying out on the table. “ – Tsukauchi?”
“Tsukauchi Naomasa,” the detective – Tsukauchi, apparently – answers easily. He gives Hizashi a mild smile, which only serves to unsettle Hizashi. “Let’s start from the beginning.”
By Moonlight | Part 7 of 9 | 32k | Explicit | EraserMic
“You don’t have feelings for the vigilante,” Shōta says. Both his tone and expression are carefully neutral, and Hizashi can’t begin to tell what he’s thinking.
“No,” Hizashi replies softly. “Not really.”
By Moonlight | Part 6 of 9 | 27k | Explicit | EraserMic
Part of Hizashi wants to point out that the vigilante could have easily taken care of this own his own, but in the end, he keeps quiet, because, well.
Maybe the injury was just an excuse this time.
By Moonlight | Part 5 of 9 | 22k | Explicit | EraserMic
“I’m not going to start running an illegal hospital for you out of my apartment,” Hizashi grumbles.
“I don’t exactly have any other options,” the vigilante snorts.
By Moonlight | Part 4 of 9 | 18k | Explicit | EraserMic
“You’re a wanted fugitive, you know,” the vigilante snorts, looking up at the cat clinging to the tree branch.
Hizashi stares.
By Moonlight | Part 3 of 9 | 13k | Explicit | EraserMic
“So?” the vigilante asks.
“So you need to go to a hospital,” Hizashi replies, digging another piece of gauze out of his bag, to press against the cut. “This needs stitches.”
“I’m not going to the hospital,” the vigilante says.
By Moonlight | Part 2 of 9 | 9k | Explicit | EraserMic
“Then come with me.”
“Come with you,” Aizawa repeats, his forehead creasing as he looks up at Hizashi.
“If it’s too dangerous for me do this by myself, then you should go on my next stakeout with me,” Hizashi explains.
{ read on ao3 }
By Moonlight | Part 1 of 9 | 5k | Explicit | EraserMic
“Uh, Yamada Hizashi?” Hizashi offers, pointing to himself. “I write the entertainment column?”
“I know who you are,” Aizawa huffs, but his expression doesn’t become any friendlier. Hizashi suppresses a grimace.
“Right! Sorry,” Hizashi replies with an awkward laugh, internally berating himself for sounding like such an idiot in front of the reporter most likely to judge him for it. “So I was thinking about doing a piece on that vigilante – ”
“I’m not helping you,” Aizawa interrupts.
Sincerely Yours | Teen | 10k | EraserMic
“Did you eat a bouquet or something?” Hizashi asks, a little hysterically.
“Why would I eat a bouquet?” Shōta snaps, but his voice comes out uncomfortably raspy, his throat still raw.
“Why else would you be puking up flowers?” Hizashi retorts, and, well. Shōta can’t really argue with that logic.
(Or: Hanahaki)
like/dislike | Teen | 8k | EraserMic
“I don’t dislike your face,” Shōta says slowly.
“Oh,” Hizashi replies, instead of, Please kiss me right now. “I guess we could try, then. A date or something. If you don’t dislike my face.”
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Explicit | 26k | COMPLETE | EraserMic
A minute and twenty profiles later, Shōta’s about to exit out of the dating app when a certain picture catches his eye.
Shōta stares. After all, he hadn’t thought someone would be enough of an idiot to try to use superstar singer Present Mic’s face to catfish people.
Slowly, a smirk spreads over his face, and he likes the profile.
(Or: Shōta decides to mess with a catfish. Only the catfish isn’t actually a catfish.)
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Explicit | 26k | Part 4 of 4 | EraserMic
Hey.
So.
Shōta eyes the messages warily as they pop up on his phone screen.
Do you wanna meet my cats?
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Explicit | 18k | Part 3 of 4 | EraserMic
“I thought you said you knew!” Hiza – Present – Hizashiexclaims, because apparently Shōta’s gone quiet for too long. He quickly puts his mask back on, sneaking another look around the café, and adjusts his hat so that the bill obscures his face a little more.
“It’s,” Shōta replies, searching for an answer, “different seeing you in person.”
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Explicit | 11k | Part 2 of 4 | EraserMic
What makes you think I don’t listen to J-pop?
Hizashi’s answer doesn’t come as quickly as it usually does, and for a moment Shōta wonders if he’s pushed too hard. It would be a shame to end this game so soon, especially when he’s started actually enjoying their conversations and he’s getting cat photos out of it.
Call it intuition.
Hook, Line, and Sinker | Explicit | 6k | Part 1 of 4 | EraserMic
A minute and twenty profiles later, Shōta’s about to exit out of the dating app when a certain picture catches his eye.
Shōta stares. After all, he hadn’t thought someone would be enough of an idiot to try to use superstar singer Present Mic’s face to catfish people.
Slowly, a smirk spreads over his face, and he likes the profile.
(Or: Shōta decides to mess with a catfish. Only the catfish isn’t actually a catfish.)
find a way to make you mine | Teen | 8k | EraserMic
“I pierced my ear and it’s bleeding.”
Now it’s Hizashi’s turn to go quiet.
“Wait, you, like, cut your ear on something?” Hizashi finally manages, confusion evident in his voice.
“I pierced it,” Shōta repeats, a little tightly. “I bought a DIY piercing kit.”
(Or: Shōta pierces his ear to get Hizashi’s attention. It goes about as well as expected.)
make yourself smaller | Teen | 8k | EraserMic
“Hizashi,” Shōta says, cutting Hizashi off abruptly. “Shut up.”
Hizashi blinks at him for a moment, caught off guard.
“I need to get this done before fifth period,” Shōta continues, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on his computer screen. “You’re being annoying.”
“Sorry,” Hizashi replies, a little haltingly.
Pick and Choose | Teen | 12k | Part 2 of 2 | EraserMic
“My mother’s starting to like you.”
Hizashi looks up from the mixing bowl he’s holding, in order to blink at Shōta.
“Are you sure about that?” Hizashi asks, eyeing Shōta dubiously. “Because she almost brained me with a tennis ball this morning.”
