[It is not, by a frankly enormous margin, the worst experience he's had upon waking up. It doesn't even rank in the top ten, not when he's got someone cuddling close to him and nuzzling against him with sleepy affection.
He gives himself a minute to indulge in it. To wrap an arm vaguely around Toshinori and bury his face against the top of his head. He smells lovely and warm, more like himself than the hospital at this point.
He'd had nightmares, Aizawa remembers. Nothing hideous, but more than once he'd awoken to soft whines and mutters of names he doesn't recognize. Relatively speaking, they're not so bad, but he assumes they'll only get worse the more time goes on. His brain is still absorbing the trauma, too exhausted to be fearful.
But that's a problem for later. For now, it's a long way from this apartment to UA, and it's going to take more time than usual to help Toshinori get dressed.]
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He gives himself a minute to indulge in it. To wrap an arm vaguely around Toshinori and bury his face against the top of his head. He smells lovely and warm, more like himself than the hospital at this point.
He'd had nightmares, Aizawa remembers. Nothing hideous, but more than once he'd awoken to soft whines and mutters of names he doesn't recognize. Relatively speaking, they're not so bad, but he assumes they'll only get worse the more time goes on. His brain is still absorbing the trauma, too exhausted to be fearful.
But that's a problem for later. For now, it's a long way from this apartment to UA, and it's going to take more time than usual to help Toshinori get dressed.]
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