#young erasermic

[micheads]

dude

[safibari]

MY BOOOOOOOOOOY

[vaesnar]

Aizawa was looking at him, looking through him. Through his glasses, through the ridiculous lenses, through his villain-like red eyes, straight into his soul. Aizawa’s lips parted slightly, and there was a slight puzzled expression etched into his face.  

“Your eyes weren’t green before,” Aizawa muttered, and that… 

It was so unexpected, that Hizashi was just left there, staring at Aizawa. He couldn’t help but release a sudden chuckle from the depths of his chest. The coil of nerves, shame, guilt, and anger loosened up just a little.  

Aizawa gave a harsh blink. He looked even more confused. 

It, honestly, took a titanic effort just to get the fit of giggles under control. Hizashi managed, barely, a genuine smile still blooming on his lips. He shook his head softly and cleared his throat before responding. “Yeah,” he began, “I wear contacts. Green’s more friendly, ya dig? Suits me more, I think.” 

For what felt like eternity, Aizawa looked like he was fighting an expression (or having a stroke, and not the good kind). Hizashi saw Aizawa’s face twitching, and there it was, a tiny smile that made that entire face light up like the moon itself. He turned away from Hizashi, hiding behind a dark curtain of his wavy hair.

The moon hidden by the storm clouds, Hizashi couldn’t help but think.

“I liked the red better,” Aizawa responded, slightly louder, his fingers tangling into his scarf to fiddle with its loose end, “they are more ‘you’. 

Hizashi huffed out a weak laugh and covered his face with his hand. "You'd be the first one." 

Aizawa pursed his lips for a moment, his hand slowing the movements. He looked almost thoughtful, like this, dreamy. “Yellow and red are like the sunset. It suits your name. And it’s my-…” 

Aizawa halted, that sentence hanging there in the resounding silence after he snapped his mouth shut so hard his teeth clacked together. Unprompted, the warmth had settled in Hizashi’s chest and started spreading upwards towards his face, to his neck, his shoulders, and even his ears. He felt his heart swell until it almost hurt.

Hizashi's eyebrow quirked up. "And it's your?" 

Aizawa cleared his throat and turned his head to face Hizashi again. “It’s a great color combination.” He definitely didn't say what he really meant at that moment. For a teen, probably, being truthful with himself was akin to pulling teeth.  Chapter 16 of: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70496506/chapters/215272701

[shy-sketchdump]

They're not used to it yet

Both of them are new to this whole relationship thing. This is the first time they've held hands.

[pocket-snoodle]

Young erasermic, they’re so silly. LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THE BABIES

I feel like Yamada worries about Aizawa a lot, especially after Shirakumo’s death. Aizawa worries just as much.

[trippin-balls]

Another Hizashi drawing. I'm obsessed. He's too fun to draw.

[grey-dungeon]

guh

flats, no text & flat w/ no text

[jejepetals]

my favorite idiots