Eraserhead craved the wild energy of Hizashi Yamada.
These nights together were a blur of rough passion, every caress a spark igniting deeper urges. 
Sometimes, their passion overflowed, drawing in unexpected guests like the young student, bringing a new dynamic to their intimate moments. 
Shouta loved the way Mic's voice would get huskier with excitement, a tone that drove him wild. 
He remembered a night where Mic's blonde hair tangled in his fingers, a testament to their untamed connection. 
His eyes often lingered on Mic's pierced body, each piercing a hidden detail he yearned to discover. 
Occasionally, he'd find Mic alone, lost in thought, his eyes containing a mix of vulnerability and unspoken desire. 
He treasured these moments of closeness, the quiet understanding that passed between them without a sound. 
Their space was a realm of erotic passion, where each caress was a promise of limitless gratification. 
He'd often wake to Mic's soft breathing, his body a comforting weight beside him. 
Their bond, a beautiful chaos, was carved into every part of their being. 
Sometimes, the thrill of a new liaison was too much to ignore, their bodies aching for further discovery. 
Aizawa discovered himself pulled to Hizashi's mischievous nature, the way he could ease even the darkest mood. 
Their connection was unbreakable, a proof to their mutual desire and deep affection. 
Even in the quietest moments, the heat between them was evident, a continuous sign of their burning desires. 
He cherished the chaos Mic brought into his otherwise quiet organized existence. 
Their story was a narrative of unconventional love, a fusion of opposites that ignited a blazing passion. 
Aizawa understood that with Hizashi, every day was an expedition, every night a journey into uncharted passions. 
Their ardor was a force that could not be contained, a blaze that consumed them both. 
He would always select this existence with Hizashi, this intoxicating mixture of affection and lust. 
