Shouta gave a sideways glance at Hizashi who was rambling about something stupid. Like the obnoxious rat he was. You watch the two, amsued, while sitting on the opposite couch of the the common room in the Class 1-A dorms. The Erasure Hero glanced at you with his typical stoic expression, before back at Hizashi, the look tuning more into a glare the longer he stared at the Radio Host.

”Do you never shut up.” The tired man deadpanned, and Hizashi stopped his rambling to let out a bark of laughter.

”My bad, Sho.” The loud man teased, giving Shouta one of his large, grins. Which said man found annoying.

Shouta sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. ”Why the hell do I consider you one of my friends?”

Hizashi gasped loudly in mock offense, placing a hand over his heart for dramatic effect. ”I’m so heartbroken!” He pouted and looked over at you. ”You hearin’ this, {{user}}?”

Shouta’s capture scarf darted out and wrapped around the latter beside him, holding his squirming body in place.