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So, I thought, of course, there needs to be an EraserJoke fic for April Fools, so I made one! I hope you enjoy!

It's April Fools. Only coming once a year, Emi certainly has to participate!

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“Dad! Mom and I made you breakfast!” Handing him a plate of what looked like eggs and toast, Eri knew that her dad was going to be in for a real treat when he took the first bite, literally.

Grabbing the plate from Eri, Shouta thanked her and took a bite of the toast. He didn’t look at it too closely since he was busy looking over emails before the school day. Scrunching his nose, Shouta looked at Eri was disgust.

Tilting her head, Eri skipped away, smiling wide. “April Fool!”

Spitting the cookie out, Shouta stormed into the kitchen. There he found Emi making breakfast, rice, natto, and fish. “What the heck is this supposed to be?”

“Your dessert,” Emi smirked, kissing his cheek once he approached her. “Did you like your treat? I have some more for later.” She winked.

Shifting his gaze, Shouta discovered Eri drinking out of a glue bottle. “What the hell…Eri don’t drink out of there!”

“Mom put vegetable juice in here.” Eri retorted, thinking her mother was hilarious.

Shouta wasn’t surprised. Emi did anything and everything she could to have a laugh. “Emi, you have a poor sense of humor…”

“Hm? I do? That’s a surprise. A lot of people would disagree with that.” Emi retorted, handing him his breakfast.

“I’m not most people.”

“You’re the minority. I know.” She dictated, raking her fingers through her hair.

“The minority? It’s amusing that you think the “majority” of people enjoy your pranks.” Shouta air quoted with his fingers.

Gasping, Emi pouted, “Rude.” Walking away, she sat next to Eri. “At least, she knows what’s good.”

“What’s good. You’re using that term vaguely...it’s opinion. Just like my opinion of you isn’t a fact for everyone.” Shouta necessitated, poking his fish with his chopsticks, checking if it was fake or not.

“Liking mom is an opinion? What?” Eri questioned. Dropping her jaw, a bit of food fell from her mouth.

“Yeah. His feelings for you, me, our cat, anyone is all any opinion. It’s not a fact.” Emi informed the small girl, thinking the whole thing was ridiculous.

“Just like your mother’s feelings for me, you, so on. It goes the same for you, Eri.” Shouta specified. Eating breakfast, he wandered to their living room. “No more pranks. I don’t care if it’s April Fools. I’m not falling for it.”

Pursing her lips, Emi winked at Eri. The pranks would continue all when Shouta let his guard down. She knew how to get him.

“Emi? Where’s my phone?” Shouta asked, searching the whole apartment for it. “Seriously, it isn’t funny.”

Covering her mouth, Emi was unable to contain her laughter.

“...Why do I deserve to be tortured?” Shouta groaned, clutching Emi’s hand. “Give it to me. I have messages.”

“Oops.” Emi smiled. Skipping to their bedroom, she picked it up from its charging spot and gave it to him.

Opening it, Shouta looked up at her and shook his head. “You’re lucky that each of them is labeled correctly...at least, they better be, or you’re in trouble.”

Bursting out in laughter, Emi slapped her thigh. “I’m glad you liked it.” She had changed all his phone icons to cats, but underneath, she labeled what each app was. She wasn’t that cruel, after all.

Between the two of them, he actually enjoyed the new icons. The fact that he adored cats wasn’t a secret, but he didn’t know anyone else who would set all of his icons to cats. Checking the background and lock screen, Shouta identified that Eri and Emi took a picture of the two of them what must have been this morning before he woke up. “Did you change everything on my phone, Em?”

“No, I didn’t touch your contacts, social media, the more important stuff. I have brains.” Emi scrunched her face and stuck her tongue out.

“Are you trying to hint at something?” Shouta chuckled.

Without giving another minute, Emi glared at her husband.

______

Eri and Emi spent the whole day planting tricks. At the same time, Shouta was busy hiding away in his office, staying up with school during the quarantine. The two women did everything they could think of. They made cupcakes with and without broccoli and cauliflower in the middle, making it a dessert roulette. Emi got a temporary tattoo done by a close friend who agreed to help her pull it off, having it say, ‘Cat Parents.’ Just in case, Hizashi came over, she taped bugs in the lampshades, knowing he would lose his cool quickly.

Waiting for the perfect moment to run into Shouta’s room and tape an airhorn under his chair, Emi swiftly ran in and out, knowing he wouldn’t take long in the bathroom.

Returning to the living room, Emi cuddled Eri. “Shh.” Patiently waiting for Shouta to respond, the two turned on a movie, acting as if they were keeping out of trouble.

“I can’t help, but feel like I can’t trust the two you...I’m actually thinking of calling Hizashi over as reinforcement. He’d be willing to babysit you more than I will.” Shouta huffed, dragging his feet across the room and to his office.

“bwAAAAAAAHHHP”

Roaring with laughter, the two females had tears streaming down their cheeks from being in hysterics.

“That’s it. I’m calling Hizashi.” Shouta growled, quickly dialing his best friend. “Hey, it’s me. I need you to come over.”

“Why? I’m supposed to stay inside, bro.”

“I’m going crazy…” Shouta mumbled, tilting his head back in frustration. “Please…”

“Sho, why can’t Emi and Eri help you?”

“They’re the ones causing my pain.” Shouta huffed, ripping the blowhorn off from under his chair.

“How?”

“Stop asking questions and get your ass over here.” Shouta wasn’t up for fifty questions. Not today.

“...Fine. I’ll be over in a few.”

With only the staff being the only ones on campus at this time, it didn’t take Hizashi long to get to Shouta’s apartment. Knocking on the door, Hizashi called, “Hey, Shouta! I’m here for moral support!”

Hearing Hizashi, Emi quickly turned off the lights and turned on all the lamps. Running to the door, she greeted Hizashi. “Hey! We’ve been expecting you!”

“That sounded hella creepy…” Hizashi addressed, stepping into the room. Without checking his surroundings, he hurried into the office.

“You’re here...listen, be careful.” Shouta sighed. “Emi and Eri have been playing pranks on me all day…”

“Why?” Hizashi questioned, raising an eyebrow. “What makes today different than any other day?”

“That’s it...it’s the first of April...it’s my least favorite day of the year.” He grumbled. Cocking his head, Shouta smirked, knowing that he was going to regret this later. “So, I thought that you announce Emi’s phone number and have all the callers do their best…”

“Ms. Joke, impression?” Hizashi suggested, crossing his arms.

Shaking his head, Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. This was a battle here, and he needed to get her good. If he didn’t, this whole day would take him down with it. “We need...something that she’d never think of. I can’t have her on to us...and there has to be a prize. Maybe the winner gets to be a tour of your radio station...I’m not sure. Something that’s enough to get people to spam her phone.” He smirked in satisfaction.

“Um, well...All Might impression?” Hizashi hesitated, not knowing what his friend wanted precisely.

“Is there some way that we tell people they’re disqualified if they announce what they’re doing it for?... I guess All Might would be alright, but I think she would figure it out...what about a movie quote?”

“I guess...I’m not much of a movie fanatic,” Hizashi admitted, rubbing his forehead.

Quickly searching the web, Shouta wrote a few lines down. “We could do a horror movie line and have Emi questioning what the hell is going on…”

“From what?”

“The Ring.” Shouta retorted, laughing to himself.

Pursing his lips, Hizashi scratched the back of his head. “Isn’t that too dark?”

“Nah, she can deal with it.” Shouta grinned.

Furrowing his brows, Hizashi frowned, “You’re cruel.”

“Alright. Go out there and see how they’re doing.” Aizawa dictated, pointing toward the living room.

“I think I will.” Leaving Shouta behind, it wasn’t long before Hizashi came racing back into the office. “BUUUGGGGGSSS!” Slamming the door behind him, he panted, “Fuck...is this what you’ve been dealing with all day?”

Nodding, Shouta revolved his chair, going back to his classwork. “Yup. Great work, Sherlock.”

Narrowing his eyes at Shouta, Hizashi flared his nostrils. Leaning forward, he rested his knuckles on his hips. “And you want me to help you...I would rather watch you go through this all day if you’re going to treat me like that.”

“Whatever.” He retorted, working away.

“You’re lucky I love you…”

“Eh.” Shouta sighed, threading his fingers through his hair. “Let’s just get Emi back...I don’t want Eri hearing it...maybe we should use that one then.” Lowering his head, he admitted his defeat.

Eyes going round, Hizashi advised his friend. “I think we could figure something out...maybe we should be original.”

“Maybe...I’m not original though...so I looked up some. Do you have bubble wrap? Or maybe we do.” Shouta got up and looked in the closet where they store everything. “I think that we have some in here…” Pulling some out, Shouta went to the bathroom and placed a small sheet in there. Going to the bedroom and then the kitchen, he did the same under those two rugs.

“Is that all?” Hizashi asked, unimpressed.

Shaking his head, Shouta returned to his office and began printing pictures of random celebrities, he didn’t even know existed. Walking out of the room, he glanced at the time, proposing, “Why don’t you make supper, Em. Make enough for four.”

“Hm? You finally came out of hibernation?” Emi giggled, knowing that Shouta would ignore her anyway.

Rolling his eyes, Shouta stood with Hizashi, acting as if they were watching television with her.

Jumping off the couch, Eri ran to her room, waiting until supper time to come back.

“This is perfect,” Shouta uttered, loud enough for Hizashi to hear.

“This whole thing is messed up.” Hizashi huffed, annoyed by the fact how invested everyone was about playing pranks on each other.

“AH!” Emi screeched. Bolting into the room with bubble wrap. “SHOUTA!”

Shouta found himself amused by her behavior. It wasn’t often that she would get pranked by her husband. “April fools.” Giving her his toothy smile, Shouta buried his hands in his pant’s pockets.

Scrunching her face, Emi glared at her husband. “You’re despicable.”

“Says the one who’s been pulling pranks with our daughter all day. Yeah, try and convince me again why you don’t deserve that.” Shouta cocked his head, awaiting her response.

Emi let out a harsh breath. “It scared me is all.”

“And you didn’t scare me with the lampshades…” Hizashi grimaced, not agreeing with Emi one bit on her logic.

Chuckling, Shouta scratched his cheek. “Hm, no one is going to sympathize with you, Emi.”

Clasping Shouta, Emi rested her chin against his chest, pleading with him. “You’re so mean...you’re supposed to agree with your wife.”

“Uh-huh, tell me that to me when I’m on my death bed.” He taunted her, curling his lips.

Emi wasn’t entertained by Shouta’s humor. Pulling away, she was tossed behind his back.

“Oh, no. I don’t know where Emi went...Hizashi, can you tell me where she went? She suddenly just disappeared.” He pretended only to tick Emi off more.

“LET ME GO!” Emi yelled, hitting him with enough force to keep him on his feet.

Looking around, Shouta held his hand up to his chin. “I thought I heard something...Sounds like something doesn’t like us, Hizashi.”

“The two of you truly act like a married couple.” Hizashi disclosed before collapsing on the couch.

“How can we do that, when I don’t even know where my wife is?” Shouta continued, investigating the room for any clues on where Emi was. “Emi! Where are you! Why are you hiding from me? That’s no fun.” Exiting the room, Shouta inspected every corner of the house, zigzagging as he analyzed their apartment carefully. Little did Emi know that he got Hizashi to agree to change all their pictures in the house to the ones he printed.

Eri came out of her room, finding Hizashi changing their pictures. “What are you doing? Why are you doing that?”

Horrified, Hizashi was speechless. He had no words to explain what he was doing. “...Your dad asked me to do this.” There. That was the perfect answer, and it was true. A bonus!

“...Why?” Eri asked, after examining a few pictures on the wall.

“It’s...It’s a prank on your mom.” Hizashi nervously stuttered.

“Oh. Okay.” Eri nodded. Running off, she yelled across the house, not sure where her parents could be. “Mom! Dad! I’m hungry!”

Popping out of the hallway, outside their apartment, Shouta called back, “Eri, do you know where your mom is?”

“Shouta, let me down, or I’m going to...I’m going...Oooo, you make me so angry when you do that.” She huffed, hitting him once more.

Looking around, Shouta acted cluelessly. “Where is mom? I still can’t find her here. I hear her, though.”

“Shouta, you’re a jerk!” Emi hissed, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him.

“Woahhh, I feel something now..but there’s nothing there. Eri, do you know where mom is?”

“She’s behind you!” Eri giggled, amused by her father’s humor.

“No, she isn’t.”

Walking behind him, Eri pointed at her mother. “Right here.”

Letting go of her once he pulled her around his waist, Shouta smiled ear to ear. “There’s my beautiful wife! And she’s blushing! Aww, Emi! You didn’t have to do that!” He teased, hanking her chain.

Emi scowled at him, not wanting to be the victim of his jokes. Trying to go to the kitchen, she was yanked into her husband’s arms.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, Shouta cooed in her ear. “I love you, Emi Aizawa. Thank you for dealing with me. You mean the world to me.”

Flushed, Emi faced Eri and Hizashi, dumbfounded. How could he always sweep her off her feet when he was pissed at him?

Showering her with affection, he picked her up bridal style. “You’re my queen.”

“I’m the queen of pranks. Jokes. It all.” She blurted, happily content with her life with the man who knew how to get her back.

Bopping her nose, Shouta teased her, knowing he would win. “If you think so...I still beat you, though.”

Scrunching her nose, Emi stuck her tongue out, not amused by her husband. “Never short with comebacks. You have to be one of the wittiest people I know…”

Standing up, Hizashi stretched before walking toward the door. “I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone. Being the third wheel is not my cup of tea.”

“Hizashi! I made supper!” Emi yelled, fighting against Shouta’s grasp to run after him. “Please! We love having you here!” Finally free, Emi sprinted, stopping him in his tracks. “If you won’t stay, I’m going to cry.”

“Wow. Like I haven’t seen that before.”

“Emi...That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard.” Shouta addressed, leaning against the wall.

Emi figured that this was a lost battle if she persisted. Taking the fish and sweet potatoes out of the oven. “Already. I’m good to go when you two are.” She chirped, grabbing the plates from the cabinet.

“Are you going to quit the pranks?” Hizashi asserted, not having it for Emi’s antics.

_____

After supper, Hizashi left the three of them alone. It wasn’t until after Emi had put everything away that she noticed what happened to all their picture frames. “Really...I’m making you change all of those.” She grumbled. She was not cleaning up anything that he did that was final.

“Well, that’s too bad. I guess none of it is going to be changed back ever.” Shouta leaned back in his chair, yawning.

“Wow…” Emi sarcastically stated. Sitting on the floor close to Shouta, she accidentally set off the bubble wrap underneath the carpet off. “AH!”

Laughing, Shouta picked her up. “Someone’s a scaredy-cat.”

Not amused, Emi lightly pushed his face away.

Pecking her lips, Shouta purred, “Eri went to bed early after spending the whole day being apart of your tricks. Looks like it’s just the two of us~.”

Emi turned scarlet. He always knew how to make her swoon.

“Ooo, my little kitten has gone speechless~” He smirked, sliding his hand underneath her shirt.

“Shouta~.” She moaned, stroking his face, yearning for more.

Getting the hint, he carried her to their room. Already knowing how this was going to end after their long day together.