[He's getting there. Let him thirst at his own pace.]

I didn't realize how much bigger you got when you were him . . .

[Mm. Interesting. He'll probably think something a little more filthy about that later on, but for now it's just an interesting fact. Aizawa yawns, rubs his face again, and finally answers:]

Better than yesterday. More than fine enough to get back to work.

[Which means that as nice as it would be to just lounge around in nothing but his not-boyfriend's shirt, he needs to get up and get going. With a groan, he swings his legs over, finally standing.

And now that thirst hits, as he glances over and really starts to focus on the fact that Toshinori is . . . not actually wearing anything? He sure isn't. He absolutely is not, he's just standing around without his shorts like that's totally normal and not at all embarrassing, he's--

Jesus, he thinks, and glances away, ears red.]