#e/rasermic my beloved

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I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick

That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy! 2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut! 71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it.  76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.

His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes. 

‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’

“How was patrol.”

While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’

“It was… alright?”

“Was it now.”

Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip. 

“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?” 

“You really don’t, do you Sho?” 

A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through. 

“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”

“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”

Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes. 

“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”

“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”

“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”

“Bless you.”  

“Thank you.”

The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”

“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?” 

Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck. 

“You’re warm.” 

“I d- heHh…” 

The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.

“Bless you.” 

“eh’GNXT-!”

Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.

“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”  

“Bless you again.”

“Thank you, Mic.” 

Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly. 

“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”

The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words. 

“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!” 

“Really, Mic?”

“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”

“Why did you make me tea instea-”

“Blessings, again.”

“heAHhh-!” 

He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.  

“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”

“Yeah, I wonder.” 

“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”

“No particular reason I’d switch out-”

“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”

“-the coffee for tea.” 

Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’  In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise. 

“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”

“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.

“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”

“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.” 

Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.

“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”

“Bless you.” 

It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true. 

“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”

“You will.”

“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”

“Whatever you say, Shota.” 

Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.

“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”

“Aizawa.” 

“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!” 

The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl. 

“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”

“I’m sneezing, I know that.” 

“You’re sick, love.” 

Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.

“Bless you.” 

Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose. 

“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”

As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again. 

“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…” 

“Bless you.”

Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.

“Not done, are you?”

“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-” 

Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud. 

“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!” 

“One for the money!” 

“eHYZSHH’oo-!” 

“Two for the show!” 

“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!” 

“Three to get ready, aaaand!”

“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!” 

“Four to go!”

“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!” 

“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.” 

Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’

“You really didn’t notice, did you?”

A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.

“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.” 

“How long have you- wait, how long have I?” 

“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”

“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”

“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.” 

“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”

“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!” 

Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait. 

“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”

“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.” 

“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…” 

With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’ 

“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."

"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"

"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?” 

Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up. 

“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!” 

Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon. 

Bringing him home. 

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You ever have your actual ships for the canon world, and then like... snz!ships that you write/read for the dynamics and fun of the snz of it all???  Like please tell me that’s not just a me thing- just so many ships I ADORE in the actual canon of a show, (most of the time they ain’t canon but... theyshouldbe) but when it comes to reading/writing snz stuff for the characters, there’s others that I find SO intriguing dynamic wise, and I ADORE THEM TOO, but in a separate, just for the fun of writing them, kinda way???