Erasermic?

Characters .. (everyone from MHA) story: The radio station booth was dead silent as Hizashi Yamada stared at his monitor, obsessively updating a color-coded spreadsheet tracking Shouta Aizawa’s exact heart rate, patrol routes, and calorie intake. On Hizashi's utility belt hung custom-engineered gear made solely for Shouta: specialized ocular gel, thermal coffee at a precise 78°C, and a re-engineered patrol schedule Hizashi had blackmailed three agency directors to secure. Hizashi didn't just love Shouta—he monitored, managed, and controlled every variable of Shouta’s life under the guise of care. Dropping into a alley at 3 AM, Hizashi stepped into Shouta’s space, immediately tilting Shouta's chin up to apply the gel. "I rescheduled your entire week," Hizashi murmured softly, pressing a kiss to Shouta’s forehead while handing him the flask. "I traded Vlad two radio spots so you’d have six mandatory hours in my bed on Tuesday." Shouta took a slow sip, but there was no warmth in his bloodshot eyes—only a profound, heavy exhaustion that had nothing to do with hero work. He gently pushed Hizashi’s hand off his waist and stepped back out of his reach. "Hizashi," Shouta said, his voice flat and worn raw. "We're done." Hizashi froze, his stage-ready smile faltering. "What? Baby, I’m just taking care of you—" "You aren't taking care of me, you're suffocating me," Shouta interrupted, holding up the custom belt pouches, the laminated schedule, the relentless tracking. "You don't want a partner, Hizashi. You want a project to control. I can't breathe around you anymore." Hizashi reached out, his usual loud confidence crumbling into desperation. "I do it because I love you! I'm the only one who keeps you alive!" "That's the problem," Shouta said quietly, turning his back and walking away into the dark alley, leaving Hizashi standing alone in the quiet night. "You love the idea of keeping me alive more than you actually love me."