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“Zashi I can’t think.”
“You need sleep Shota,” Hizashi told him through the phone.
“Sleep would be amazing,” Tsukauchi said, voice muffled from his face being smushed against his desk.
“No. I need the sun to stop giving me a headache,” Shota declared, squinting aggressively.
“Babe. You need sleep. You’re delirious. It’s nighttime,” Hizashi said, somehow conveying both his amusement and concern.
“Then why is it so bright?”
“That's the ceiling light Eraser,” Tsukauchi groaned, hitting his head against his desk. “A light blub.”
Shota looked up at him from where he was lying on the floor before glancing at what was indeed a ceiling light.
“Then turn it off,” he demanded.
“I’m busy trying to get a promotion,” Tsukauchi stated.
“You have four years until you’re thirty. You're doing great,” Shota assures him, “Now the light.”
“God don’t remind me. Thirty. Where do you see yourself when you’re thirty?”
“Dead.”
“Shota Aizawa!” Hizashi yells, voice blasting through the phone making both men jump before complaining about the noise. “Don’t say that! Take it back right now!”
“I just want the lights off Zashi,” he whined, rolling over to curl around his phone.
“Then go turn it off,” Hizashi said with a sigh.
“But it’s so far!”
“Then throw something Sho, it's not the end of the world. You are just confined in there until the results come back,” Hizashi said for what felt like the millionth time. It’d been three hours so far and anytime Hizashi hung up, with love, of course, Shota called him right back.
Shota froze for a long moment before wiggling around and yanking off his boot. He held it out, aiming before using all his strength, strength which can knock out large mutants easily, and threw it.
Directly at the light.
The bulb shattered, sending the room into darkness, and the boot bounced off the ceiling and combined with the force of gravity to smack Shota in the face.
Tsukauchi shot up, sitting ramrod straight at his desk, Shota started grumbling out curses, and Hizashi rapidly fired off questions.
Then the door slammed open and they instantly shut up, staring at the officer.
“What….happened?” the man questioned slowly, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer to that.
“He got mad at the sun,” Tsukauchi mumbled, blinking slowly.
“What’d the test say?” Shota asked, still lying flat on his back.
“Uh… well you’re both going to be fine…” the officer told them, “The darts were just filled with a tranquilizer.”
That statement was followed by a thud as Tsukauchi finally passed out and a loud snore from Shota, already out.