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After UA had been rebuilt after being used as a coffin in the sky, everyone was pretty much back in the swing of things, although a few minor changes were in place but nothing too drastic changed, surely the symbol of the school shifted but that's what made UA stronger… It was an average school day for both Aizawa and Hizashi, they were in the Teacher’s Lounge getting work done, and grading papers, Hizashi finishes his work in a haste as for the other man he still has a whole stack of paperwork to fill out and grade.
Hizashi returned carrying a cup of tea and a cup of black coffee for his best friend, who is still in the process of grading his student’s papers, he lets out an irritated sigh, as Hizashi walks past him placing his coffee down next to a sheet of paper and slumps back down on his chair right next to the tired raven-haired man sipping his cup of tea before setting it down and spin, spin, spinning in his own chair silently, occasionally broken up from the wheels giving off a harsh squeaking sound from the pressure. ‘You're annoying.’ Aizawa scoffs as he sips his coffee and draws an x on one of the papers before setting it aside.
‘Huh?’ The sentence catches the blond off guard as he harshly brings his spinning chair to a halt which makes him extremely dizzy as he makes up a dark hazy figure in front of him sitting down near his desk. ‘Hah, I’m annoying?’ Hizashi stops his goofy act and props himself upright on his chair, his wheels squeaking from the force yet again, witnessing the figure take a short glance over towards his direction before correcting his vision with a few blinks…
‘Yes. You’re annoying.’ Aizawa disrupts. His face was laced with irritation before averting back to the piles of paperwork. some of them being overdue. All he gets in response is a toothy smile from Hizashi as he wheels his way closer to his friend's desk to check out the abundance of paperwork stacking one another. The raven hair doesn't seem to even notice, instead he grabs his cup of coffee and brings it to his lips, still looking down at the paper in front of him before eventually speaking again but in a more stoic tone than before.
‘Don’t you have anywhere else to be?’ Aizawa drinks more of his coffee... ‘I thought you and Nem were supposed to hang out today.’ He continues, as he brings his focus back to the tall blond who has his usual toothy smile plastered on his face.
‘Oh yeah that– that's still the plan, Nem got caught up with a villain though, so she's running a bit later than usual..’ Hizashi looks up at the clock as it reads five-forty-three, he gets a bit worried but knows that Nem can take on much worse villains than she's described earlier, his once plastered grin now fades to a more neutral expression, taking note of Aizawa’s exhausted demeanour. ‘Yo, you look like you're half dead, when's the last time you took a break?’ Hizashi questioned with a present hint of concern, he leaned forward.
Hizashi was used to his friend being tired all the time, but something seemed off this time, his friend seemed more sluggish than usual, in fact much more than usual… ‘I’m fine.’ Aizawa muttered while grabbing another ungraded paper, sliding another one on top of a stack of papers. ‘I ain't buying that bullshit. Na-da!– You’ve got to start taking care of yourself more, Sho.’ Hizashi scolds him, as he perks up. ‘You could tag along with me and Nem tonight!’ Hizashi pokes at his friend's muscles which gets him an annoyed hum, and a few seconds he's shoved off by a palm whacking him in the face. Hizashi lets out a stifled chuckle, ‘...C’mon, I promise it’ll be fun!’ Hizashi continues a bit hesidently as Aizawa shoots him a glare, totally not buying his bullshit.
‘The last time I was dragged out with you two, I wound up having to clean vomit out of a rug. I am staying here and completing my work.’ he grumbled as he narrowed his eyes trying to refocus on his work in front of him. ‘...That was only one time, and that time it was Nemuri not me!’ The blond pouts and slumps back into his chair spun around a bit more, his legs bumping into Aizawa’s with little force. Aizawa takes another sip at his coffee before placing it back down again, fully focused on his work again as the silence around them echoed once more.
Hizashi furrows his brows a bit agitated by his friend's usual petty behavior… He gets up out of his seat and starts pacing back and forth. ‘Well if you're not willing to hang, with us, at least take a break to sleep or eat.. And by eat I mean actual food and not jelly from a squeeze packet!’ Hizashi exclaims his anger not subsiding, with his quirk almost activating but his voice comes out as a choked squeak from the raven’s erasure quirk.
Aizawa shoots red daggers at him, his hair disarrayed as it levitates showing much more of the fatigue plaguing his face. ‘You do not need to shout.’ He blinks and his disheveled mop of inky black hair falls back down, his dry eye just makes him look worse…
He's definitely not trying to hide the fact he’s tired though. Probably because he doesn't have the energy to do so which concerns Hizashi even more.
Silence washed over the room with the occasional sounds of Hizashi’s pacing footsteps and sounds of a pen writing on paper. followed by the ticking of a clock. The tension in the room only built thicker the more the silence persisted until Aizawa spoke up breaking the awkward silence between the two.
‘Can I just have some time to myself... For a while?’ Aizawa murmured, while his eyes were locked on one of the many papers he had on his desk, although doing nothing but staring at it with a dead glare. It took Hizashi a moment to process what the Raven haired man had said, almost taking him by surprise, but he understood. He nodded, without uttering another word he left the Lounge closing the door behind him.
Not even a second later Hizashi could hear frantic footsteps closing in on him quickly as soon as they were heard they came to a halt, he was met with Nemuri, she looked exhausted but that could be from the sprinting or hero work earlier, but she wore that similar grin she always seemed to wear whenever she had an idea in mind. This intrigued Hizashi, all the worries from earlier ever so slightly lifted… He slung his arm around Nemuri’s shoulder rewarding her with a tight half hug as they walked out of the refurbished building followed by chipper stories and laughter.
He didn't want to worry her, and thought solely of enjoying tonight, he shoved his worries aside, and planned to discuss things further with his best friend another time…