[It's a compliment, but one he ignores for the moment. This is about Toshinori, not Aizawa, and he won't let him deflect from it.]

You're brave. And it's an easy quality to overlook in this day and age, because all heroes are supposed to be brave.

[He takes a step forward. They're too close now, intimate in a way they haven't ever been before. He can feel the warmth radiating off his torso, the puff of his breath as he exhales against the top of his head. Aizawa's fingers drag down lower again, almost experimental in how they linger at his hip.

A beat, and he glances up, a little smile on his face.]

Savor it. I'm not going to give you a compliment for another year or so after this.