[Oh, there he goes again, awkward and bumbling. Toshinori can't help but smirk, leaning back in his chair to give Aizawa his fidgeting space. Did he not realize they would wind up at his apartment to watch his American movies? Now that he's injured, this is simply the more convenient option - maybe make a pit stop for a change of clothes, or maybe he'll accidentally forget that and put Aizawa in his own clothes, hmm, yes.
Yes, that's a great idea. Either way - it's cute as usual, the way he fumbles over his words and his mind clearly runs away from him with all kinds of possibilities, and Toshinori does nothing but chuckle as he gets up to cross the room, where the generously provided phone from at least 20 years ago is sitting on an extra table. He brings it back and hands it over, trying not to stare too obviously as he pictures Aizawa failing to fill one of his t-shirts. It will fall off his shoulders just so, and he'll keep tugging at it, which will only make it that much more noticeable when it slips again...
He's a man of simple tastes. It's going to take a while for someone to come and release Aizawa after his phone calls, anyway, so he sits back down to wait.]
You call whoever you need to, I can wait.
[He'll wait very well, even resisting trying to hold his hand again in favor of playing with a lock of Aizawa's hair once or twice. Hey, he's still here, hello. When the calls are finally done, he speaks up again--]
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Yes, that's a great idea. Either way - it's cute as usual, the way he fumbles over his words and his mind clearly runs away from him with all kinds of possibilities, and Toshinori does nothing but chuckle as he gets up to cross the room, where the generously provided phone from at least 20 years ago is sitting on an extra table. He brings it back and hands it over, trying not to stare too obviously as he pictures Aizawa failing to fill one of his t-shirts. It will fall off his shoulders just so, and he'll keep tugging at it, which will only make it that much more noticeable when it slips again...
He's a man of simple tastes. It's going to take a while for someone to come and release Aizawa after his phone calls, anyway, so he sits back down to wait.]
You call whoever you need to, I can wait.
[He'll wait very well, even resisting trying to hold his hand again in favor of playing with a lock of Aizawa's hair once or twice. Hey, he's still here, hello. When the calls are finally done, he speaks up again--]
I could sleep on the couch?
[Don't make him sleep on the couch, babe.]