•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

The suit doesn't make the gender(12)

...Just turn around you pray in your head.

As if he heard, the tall blonde turns to reveal a small groomed mustache that matches the golden mane. The orange glasses and emerald green eyes behind the glasses, can only belong to one famous dj-radio host, UA teacher and Pro hero Yamada Hizashi... Present Mic.

Your friend takes her finger to slowly close your gaping mouth. Your head spins quickly around.

"Oh...oh...oh...my God! It's Mic!" you loudly profess.

"Yes, (Y/n)! They, Mic and Eraserhead are big supporters of the community..."

"I had read that..." you grin.

They were your heroes because of their support to the community. The rest was icing on the cake, for the rest of the hero work they did besides being teachers. Now the rest of your friends trickle in to see you hero struck. You wish you had the "balls" to go talk to Yamada.

Maybe later...

Drinks get ordered and arrive. You are sipping on your favorite drink, courtesy of your friends. Your eyes look around but always return back to Yamada. Then a dark haired male, with raven black hair, is standing next to Yamada. It's Eraserhead...

Fuck!

He's a knockout in person, even from this distance. Your friends distinctly hear a small whine come out of you.

"(Y/n)'s fallen in love with a pair of pro heroes..." one of your friends, laughs then places a kiss on your cheek. The friend means it lovingly.

You laugh too...dreams are good to have. You are about to swallow your drink when you see Aizawa handing Yamada a book, still in its wrapping. Hizashi is now taking it out of the protective wrap. You would recognize that book anywhere.

... It's yours.

You gasp and quickly go to set your drink down only to miss the table completely. Your drink spills, mostly on the floor but some gets on the suit jacket.

"Damn it! Hey I need to get this taken care of or it might stain," you sigh.

"We'll keep surveillance on the hot heroes!" your friends laugh but with nothing but love and affection They agree you have good taste.

You make your way through the crowd past the bar, on the way to the restrooms. A group of three young men stand in the way.

"Excuse me," you say politely but you know their kind anywhere. Intolerant cisgender about to start up on your looks.

"Hey now, so are you trying to be a woman pretending to be a man or just gay and can't fill that suit out to look masculine enough..."the tallest one smarts off.

"The suit doesn't make the gender you reply," politely but also sternly. "It doesn't matter my gender to look good in a suit."

"Well that's what I'm saying, you look like shit, no matter what your gender is..." he hisses with disapproval.

"Well for a cisgender male, I can't imagine why people with vaginas, would find your ugly ass, attractive..." you huff.

"Women, I'm attracted to women! That really makes me mad I have to learn how to use new words to address you! Not going to do it! It's 'she' and 'he'...nothing else!"

Now trouble is brewing. You hadn't noticed the three men surrounding you. It is a popular club but these three can land some damage in the close quarters. You begin to back up to smack hard into a warm and well muscled chest.

"What seems to be the trouble here?" a deep, baritone voice sternly states.

Ah fuck! You remember Eraserhead's voice, when he was on television, for the USJ incident. You fucking love his deep voice. God! What does Aizawa sound like if growling. You shiver slightly. That should be a tell. You also didn't think you let a little whimper out...wrong.

You did... Aizawa heard it too.

"It can't figure out which restroom to use..." the lead asshole replies, like all intolerant assholes.

"(Y/n) can use whichever they prefer to use and you will deal with it. Now apologize, (Y/n) is not an it, but as they or I can have you put before a blackboard and write the appropriate pronouns 500 times each..." Aizawa's voice lowers even more and you know it's not a threat but a fact.

"Why you washed up hero!"

That was all the lead speaker of the three men, gets out. Eraser has exceptionally quick reflexes and in a blur, two are tangled in the captured tool and the last one is being escorted out, in a martial hold. Aizawa is giving them the personal Eraserhead bouncer handling.

Shouta returns as you look at your suit jacket. Hopefully the small stain drops can be steam cleaned out. Aizawa touches your shoulder lightly. "(Y/n) can I see the damage?"

You nod your head and turn to eyes dark onyx with flecks of gold. He's saying something but you're lost in his eyes. If Aizawa was an angel you think his wings would be a gorgeous ebony black. Maybe even thin lined of gold on the tips of the feathers.

(Y/n)..."

"Oh! Sorry! What were you saying something, Aizawa Sensei?" you sputter.

"Would you like to sit with Hizashi and I?" Shouta smirks.

Your eyes drift over to Shouta's husband, Hizashi. You lick your lips then whine ,"Yes...?!"

"I'm sure Zashi would like an autograph and meet the author of the new book I just bought him,"Shouta softly comments in your ear. "Did you know, you look fucking sexy in that suit, Kitty."

"Oh!" your turn slightly to see what the facial expression on Aizawa's face. Shouta's eyes are dilating as the pro hero places a kiss to your lips. Your fingers come up to touch your lips.

Eraser just kissed you?

He kissed you! Oh!

"Come on gorgeous, let me introduce you to my other half..."