•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

Fast Track (27)

•Lemon•unsafe/unprotected sex
•Mild foul language
•Unrealistic love story

"God! My life is dull...just wish for a little excitement." you sigh. "What would be exciting, is if I saved a pro hero and he just wanted to reward me with fantastic sex...he just couldn't get enough me."

As you pull to a red light, you drum your fingers to your favorite rock song. It's one of those, that lyrics can't be mistaken for anything but lewd sexual innuendos.

"Which one would be the best? Present Mic? Nah, cute but he's too loud. Didn't he have a friend? What about that cranky, sleep deprived underground hero and UA teacher... Eraserhead? Mic's friend too?" you say out loud.

The light changes to green as the rain becomes a downpour. You fumble with the window wiper speed when you hear a loud thump hit the side of your car. Your hands go up and you shriek loudly while stomping on the brakes. Out the driver side door and around the back of your new black Porsche, you see a bloody and beaten up man dressed in black with some kind of scarf. It never crossed your mind he was a villain but a hero in dire need of 'cab service'.

"Hang on, I've got you." as a surge of adrenaline helps you pick up and roughly buckle your wounded passenger. You clear for on-coming traffic, only to see two scary men, you think, heading towards your car.

"Shit!" you exclaim and begin revving the engine. The car tires spin then grip. The man next to you comes to the sound of your leather boots banging the floor boards when you push the clutch in, everytime you upshift the German sports car. No one is catching you in this car, German built for German roads and engine seasoned on the German autobahn...by you.

He looks out the side window to see you weaving through traffic. He looks back over to see you calm and smiling. You are either a reckless speed demon or...race car driver. He hopes you're a race car driver but his luck is a speed demon. The beaten up man closes his eyes and says "Eraser, thanks I think."

"Don't talk. I got a place on the outskirts of Mustafu, where I can hide my fast car and a wanted underground hero."

You pull into the garage with all your lights off and lock it up. You place a maglight in your mouth and remove Eraser's scarf to make a harness to help pack him better. You actually situate him so his feet barely drag on the floor from being on your back. Next is checking Eraser's wounds and starting a fire. Your bare feet skim the wood floor as you gather medical supplies and cutters.

Eraser's clothes are torn badly and not really salvageable so you cut them off. He is left to only form fitting black boxer briefs. You clean his cuts and stitch two deep ones. Fingers tell you perhaps a fractured rib from hitting the side of your car.

Swiping your sweaty brows, you look his injured body over once more and then tidy up your medical kit. There's a large, warm and fluffy blanket on your futon couch.

1...2...3 and up goes Eraser's upper half then you lift his legs. Using his dead weight, you lower the futon to make a queen size futon bed. You roll him on his less injured side, the side the stitches and rib are not on and finish snuggling up in the warm blankets. His body was soaked but once you're sure he's not in shock, you quietly walk off to shower.

The hot water beats down on your site muscles. You have aches from the cold rain and wrestling with the underground hero. With a sigh, you punch your left nipple then let a yelp out.

Yep, not dreaming.

Though weird...late quirk?

Wish things? Nah...

Oh well...you hop out of the shower, dry off and bend over to brush your (y/length) hair easier. You fling your hair up and over your head. Bathroom light off and a stroll across the floor with your dark red robe open, you get some Scottish whiskey and sit down on the floor. You watch the small flames burning the wood and the crackling of the fire.