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"Hizashi. I'm telling you. That man likes you." Nemuri said, her voice slurring as she threw back another shot. "How many people does he let nap with him? Does he let touch him? Show 'em annnnnyyy kinda love? Exactly. n'one but you." She points at him, and Hizashi laughs at his friends drunken tactics. He was a bit tipsy himself, but nothing too bad.
"He doesn't like me, Nem.. just bother him til he allowed it." Hizashi replied, his face had a smile, but he felt hurt knowing what he spoke was truth. Aizawa thought nothing more of him than just a friend, and that was proven multiple times. Aizawa would always shrug Hizashi off, tell him he's too loud, never pay attention. Anything really, that just proved he didn't like him the way Hizashi liked Aizawa.
"Who doesn't like you?" Aizawa's voice came sudden, causing Hizashi to nearly drop his glass. Aizawa returned from the bathroom, hearing part of their conversation but luckily not the whole thing. Hizashi gave an awkward smile and scratched the back of his head.
"O-Oh no one-"
"Our little blonde has a crushhh!~" Nemuri interupts, tugging Hizashi closer by an arm around his neck. His face flushes and he tries to get her to shut up. "Think he don't like him. But he's a total 10, right, Shooo?~"
Aizawa went stiff at the mention of a crush, taking a small sip of the only cup he's drinking tonight since he's the DD. Aizawa rolls his eyes. "Anyone will want you." Is all he replies with, but his voice was hints of jealousy layered underneath his regular voice. Nemuri noticed that and a big smirk came on her face.
Hizashi on the other hand, downed the rest of his glass in one big gulp, hoping the burn in his throat would soothe the burn on his face from the words spewed from the Erasure Hero. Hizashi could tell Aizawa's voice was different, but he couldn't think what his tone of voice implied.
Hizashi and Nemuri kept their drinking up, and Aizawa only took small sips of his every few minutes, being much more quieter than usual. Hizashi noticed, but didn't comment. Nemuri noticed as well, and as soon as Hizashi stood up and waddled his way to the bathroom, Nemuri made her drunken move.
"Shooo!~ Do you like Zashii?~ Hmm? You're sulking a lot there, big boy~" Nemuri wiggled her brows up and down, Aizawa shooting her a glare.
"Shut up, Nemuri. I don't know what you mean." He muttered, though if he gripped his glass any tighter it was going to shatter into a million pieces. Nemuri grabbed his arm and shook him.
"C'monnn y'know how.." hiccup. "hard it is to watch you and him pin foreverrr! Just.. confess, Sho.."
Aizawa's glare only hardened. The blonde didn't like him. Hizashi was way out of Aizawa's league. He wasn't worthy of the blondes love, he knew that, and knew the crush Hizashi spoke of could never be Aizawa, no matter how bad he wanted it to be. So he'd just keep quiet. He's been quiet for years, he can stay quiet for more.
"Might wanna do it 'n quick.. or that pretty lady might steal your chance.." Nemuri giggled and tilted her head towards the girl as she ran her ran down Hizashi's chest.
Aizawa's eyes move from his drink, to Hizashi, with a girl doing that of what Nemuri said. Aizawa wasn't aware, but he gripped the glass even tighter, a small crack could be heard but it didn't break fully. Was he jealous? Or just mad because Hizashi looked uncomfortable? Aizawa thinks the latter, Nemuri knows the former and latter.
"You just gonna watch or do somethin'... pretty boyy..~" Nemuri whispered in Aizawa's ear, and Aizawa glared at her once more. But he didn't rven think before he stood and began to make his way to the pair. The girl was closer now, even as Hizashi tried to wave her off and back up.
Aizawa wraps his hand tightly around Hizashi's wrist, making it firm but not too firm. He tug Hizashi to him, shooting the girl a look that had her shaking in her boots, and walking off. He didn't speak a word, but Hizashi could sense the amount of anger coming off him.
"You okay, Shota?" Hizashi asked, but he didn't get a reply, causing the blonde to frown.
They make their way back to the table the three were seated at, only letting go when Hizashi sat down in his seat. Aizawa placed money on the counter. "I'm going in the car. Come out whenever your drunk enough." Aizawa's voice is a lot deeper then it usually was, and even deeper then it was before, and it takes everything in Nemuri to not laugh at how obvious his jealousy was. That man was hopeless.
Like Aizawa said, he walked out of the bar and to the car, taking his seat as he tried to calm his heart that he didn't even realize was beating abnormally quickly. He closed his eyes, maybe a nap would help.. knowing Nemuri she wasn't going to leave til her wallet was empty, and depending on Hizashi's mood, he can be just as worse.
"..Do you think he's mad at me or something.." Hizashi asked with a pout, drowning his sorrows in another glass of alcohol, stronger than the last.
"You poor helpless soull... He loves youu! He's jealouss! Just.. just go like.. fuck em or something!" Nemuri replied, her body swaying in her seat. "C'mon... don't tell me you're that blind.. You forget you glasses or somethin?"
Hizashi sighs. Nemuri was helpless.. Aizawa didn't like him.. He was just.. protective cause they're friends.. That's it. "Just.. forget it. Never mind.." Hizashi sighed once more and Nemuri frowned. Her two helpless friends, hopelessly in love with each other, but each having their own different doubts.. What will she do with this idiots?
They drank, and drank, and really drank. The only reason Aizawa knew they were done was when they were hollering and rudely woke up from his nap. They stumbled, laughing and clinging onto each other for support in the parking lot, having no clue where they parked previously.
Aizawa sighs. Getting out the car to drag those two birdbrains by the collar to the car, throwing both of them in the backseat.
They giggled and laughed the whole way to Nemuri's house since hers was closest. It caused Aizawa's headache to grow worse, but he didn't bother saying a word, instead he just waited it out.
"You're soooo nice Shooo!~" Nemuri coo's as Aizawa helps her walk up the steps and unlock her door. He asks if she needs anything but she says no, waving Aizawa off and screaming at Hizashi who gladly screamed back. She might just get a noise complaint.
"Shota..." Hizashi whined, he wanted to sit next to his raven locks friend, but he wouldn't let him, and it was getting Hizashi upset. He doesn't get a good view of Aizawa from the backseat.. But Aizawa didn't feel like helping the blonde move seats just to distract him.
They drove the way to Hizashi's house, Hizashi trying and failing to start a conversation as all of his sentences ended with him confused and Aizawa amused. All the anger from the night was gone, everything seemed to float away with the blonde though.
Aizawa stepped out and helped Hizashi out when they arrived, but Hizashi wouldn't move after that.
"Carry mee!" Hizashi grinned and lifted his arms up. Aizawa scowls, but it would be easier he figured..
He sighs, placing an arm behind Hizashi's back, and under his legs, lifting him up and carrying him. He carried him up the stairs, reached into the blondes pockets for the keys, and entered in once it was unlocked. Though the house was pitch black, Aizawa knew it like the back of his hand, so he didn't bother with lights.
By the time Hizashi was in bed, he was already passed out.
Aizawa took his shoes off and placed them by the bedroom door, removed Hizashi's jacket and placed it on the chair in his room, and did whatever else needed.
When he was done, he stared at Hizashi as he snored, his mouth opened wide, face flushed from the alcohol, and spread out like a cat. Absolutely adorable, even though there was a pool of drool forming.
Aizawa tucks Hizashi in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Night.. love you, dummy.." He mumbled, staring at the sleeping blonde for a moment. He gently places a piece of hair in front of his face to behind his ear. Before turning and taking his leave. The door closed with a soft click.